Alexander snorts. “That’s me. I’m always in such a hurry to blow people.”
I laugh. “You know what I mean.” I drag my hand down, my fingers lightly tracing the edge of his bulge. “You need to have fun and draw it out.”
Alexander gasps, and his body twitches beneath me, needy and reactive. “That’s really hot, by the way,” I say, teasing his erection through his trousers, and I get another full-body twitch. “I love the way you react.”
Heat pools at my core, and my cock throbs, just as hard as Alexander. It’s been a while, actually, since I had a hookup, I’m not quite sure why. But I guess I’ve been hornier than I realized because it feels so good to make Alexander twitch. All my flames are lit.
I think I might be leaking already. Damn.
“I always try to hide my twitches,” he admits.
There’s a hesitant look on his face and droplets of sweat in the corners of his temples. He’s nervous, so I kiss him again, and I keep kissing until he relaxes and we writhe together on the couch.
He tries to hide his twitching. God, that kills me.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper against his mouth. “Just be you.”
Alexander hums, soft and sweet, then pulls his lips back with a gasp. “Oh my god,” he says.
“What?”
He points across the room, then bursts out laughing. When I look, Madame President is sitting on the armchair, staring directly at us with a furious expression on her face.
She hisses.
“Madame President,” I laugh. I roll off the couch, scoop her annoyed, wriggling body up, and rush her into Alexander’s room. When I come back, Alexander is sitting upright on the couch. His lips are puffy, and his shirt is disheveled.
He looks nervous and excited. And cute.
No, not just cute. Hot.
I’m hit with the need to kiss him everywhere, drag my tongue over every inch of his body. “Come here,” I say and pull him up into a kiss, except we actually whack our foreheads together. We both laugh and step back, and when Madame President meows from the bedroom, we laugh again.
No one but my best friend could make me laugh this much during sex.
“Sorry, I’m awkward,” Alexander says, rubbing his forehead.
“You’re perfect.” I unbutton the top of his trousers. “Maybe you’ll feel less awkward when we’re both naked.”
He laughs. “Why would that be less awkward?”
I finger the bottom of his shirt. Then Alexander takes it and pulls it off. I pull mine off quickly, too, and I’m hit with the need to touch him immediately. I press my palm against his bare chest and feel the warmth of his skin, and a flame of longing ignites from my core.
Like earlier, something about touching Alexander grounds me again, and I want to sink deeper into him.
He twitches. I drag my palm across the dark nub of his nipple, and when he twitches again, I’m surprised how much it rewards me.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you’re this hot?”
Alexander laughs and pushes me lightly. “You’re literally a weirdo.”
“You’re literally a hot weirdo.”
I pull him back to the couch. We’re both laughing and then kissing again. Alexander practically vibrates against me. It’s so hot to feel him, like his nerves are raw, and my horniness nearly overtakes me. It’s actually different than a regular hookup because I know so much just from the way he gasps and how he says my name.
“Rafael,” he whimpers and bites lightly on my bottom lip.
Oh fuck, he’s going to make me explode.
