I trace my hands over the line of his collarbones, down his slender arms, and across his chest. Alexander twitches beneath me as I find his nipples, hard. He unbuttons my jeans while I lick his chest, and soon we’re both in our underwear, grinding our hard cocks together.
I press my palm to Alexander’s warm cheek and turn his face to mine. “Can I fuck you?” I ask him.
He nods. “If you want to.”
I almost never top, but I want this. Alexander’s ass is so fucking beautiful, and I know he’s going to look ridiculously hot when he takes my cock. I’m definitely going to enjoy it when he tops me, too, if that’s something he gets into. But right now, there’s nothing that I want more than to give him exactly this.
Alexander laughs and covers his face. “You’ve never looked at me like that before,” he says.
“Like what?” I laugh.
“Like you just did.”
I lean back and grab his butt, squeezing his cheeks playfully. “Like I want to fuck you.”
Alexander pulls his hand away from his face. “I want you too.”
His eyes are wide and watery. I drag a hand between his legs, then push back behind his balls. I massage the tender spot, dragging moans from the bottom of his lungs. Alexander writhes and moves for me, and I realize that I might spend the rest of my life exploring with him, playing, coming together…
Then Alexander leans forward. He takes me in a kiss and pulls me down to him. He’s not at all shy as our erections grind together, dripping on each other. Alexander’s confidence is growing, and I love the way it animates him, like he’s more alive every time we’re together.
Maybe this can change me, too. Maybe I can grow with Alexander and finally become the artist that I truly believe I’m meant to be.
My fingers sink into the flesh at his slender hips. My lips are on his hard nipple, and he’s tugging at my hair. I drag my lips down his belly, over the soft skin and the faint, almost invisible hair that leads from his belly button to his twitching cock. Then I flip him over and start rimming him.
Alexander groans and writhes his hips back. He bends his knees and lifts his ass for me, but keeps his face buried in the pillow. His earthy scent is familiar, stronger now that he’s not straight from the bath.
Lust charges through me.
I spread my tongue, wide and flat, and lick it up his crack and over his hole. Alexander’s pucker is tight, quivering, and he groans my name into the pillows.
Alexander and I are in love. It sinks in while I work his hole, opening him. Alexander gets louder and louder, and when he can’t stand it anymore, he pulls me up, kissing me again without hesitation. He grabs my cheeks and looks me in the eye. “I need to see your face,” he tells me. “You remind me this is real.”
I think of how long he’s carried feelings for me, and my heart rips open. “Alexander,” I whisper, then kiss him. “I love you. We’re real.”
Next thing I know, he’s on top of me. He works his way down and takes my cock into his mouth, and this time, I’m the one groaning his name. My hips buck without my control, plunging my cock into the hot vice of his mouth, and Alexander grips my thighs as he swallows me.
My balls draw up tight, and my senses escape me. There’s already an orgasm building, so I pull him off. Alexander wriggles up to kiss me, and I grab his ass, squeezing the giving flesh, full in my hand. I lick my fingers, then stroke back to his rim while I kiss his neck. His entrance seizes, but quickly loosens again.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” I ask.
Alexander softly bites his bottom lip. “Can I be on top?” he asks. “And ride you?”
My hard cock pulses. “Whatever you want, my love,” I tell him.
He blushes and climbs on top of me. “I want you.”
* * *
Alexander
I drag my hands over Rafael’s body, losing myself in the sensations. There are already coals burning, a searing need for release, but I force myself to breathe and slow down.
This is a first for us, the first time he’s going to penetrate me, but also the first time I can kiss him and say what I’m thinking.
“I love you,” I whisper. I’ve said it so many times tonight, and I know I’m going to say it so many more.
“Love you, weirdo.”
