Maybe he could.
Cloister pulled back from the kiss and glanced toward the clock in the kitchen.
“How long till the food gets here?”he asked.
Javi crawled up him off the floor.A hand on his chest pushed him back against the couch, and Cloister let it.He tilted his head back as he looked up, and Javi’s hand slid up to bracket his throat.It wasn’t tight, just there.Enough that he could feel the compression of warm fingers when he swallowed.
Javi straddled Cloister’s thighs.The soft warmth of his eyes had gone dark, hungry and hooded.He stooped down to kiss Cloister again, the kiss more deliberate this time.Cloister felt his heartbeat flutter against Javi’s fingers as he strained up into the kiss.
A groan tangled between their mouths as Cloister ran a hand up Javi’s thigh, muscle lean and tight under smooth fabric, to his hip.
“They can leave it outside,” Javi told him.
Cloister had already stopped caring.
Thewindowwascoldagainst Cloister’s shoulders as he sprawled back against it.It leeched the ache from his muscles.He tipped his head against the glass as he reached down to tangle his fingers through Javi’s hair.It was thick and dense between his fingers, the usual severe professionalism ruffled into curls.
Javi made a low, wordless noise from between Cloister’s legs, and the kiss, wet and warm against his inner thigh, turned into a bite.The sting wasn’t enough to cut through the slow pulse of pleasure-want that was building.It was just a warning to remember how well Javi took direction.
That was to say, not well at all.
Cloister laughed, a breathless sound that hitched raggedly in his chest as Javi chewed a wet, stinging trail of kisses up his thigh.HeknewJaviwouldn’t, but the muscles in Cloister’s stomach still tensed as Javi’s mouth reached his balls.His toes curled against the floor, pressed against the wood, as warm breath tickled the sensitive skin.
“I could probably make you agree to anything,” Javi remarked.He ran his hands up the wet, bruised trail of his kisses to the crease of Cloister’s thighs, fingers slotted into the V of his pelvis as he nudged his legs wider.“Right now.”
Cloister swallowed raggedly.
“Probably,” he admitted.
Javi laughed softly and sucked one of Cloister’s balls into his mouth.His tongue slid under it, creasing the skin, and pulled the other taut.Anything that Cloister had been about to think scattered to make room for the hot splash of sensation.His cock ached, a cramping tug that dragged at his thighs and stomach.
When Javi finally let the ball slip out of his mouth, it slapped slick and hot against Cloister’s thigh.Then he turned his attention, and tongue, to Cloister’s cock.The long, slow lick from the base to the tip made Cloister groan.When Javi lingered at the head, sucking the dribble of precome up from the slit, Cloister had to pull his hand from dark curls to save himself from temptation.
He slid his hand down under Javi’s collar, starched white cotton scratchy against his knuckles, and spread his fingers over the nape of his neck.
“I’d tell you to be worried,” Javi drawled as he finally let Cloister’s cock slip out of his mouth.He wiped his thumb over his lower lip and then licked the pad clean as he looked at Cloister.“But God knows what you could get out of me right now.”
Cloister took a ragged breath; the air felt hot in his chest, or maybe that was just him.
“If I asked,” he said.
Javi braced his hands on the windows and pushed himself up, “walking” them up the glass until he was face-to-face with Cloister.They studied each other for a moment, sober despite the sweat and the ache and the need.Dark curls fell over Javi’s forehead, shadows that flicked down over his eyebrows.
“If you asked.”
Cloister kissed him.The taste of his own come didn’t taste that much different than Javi’s on his tongue, salty and a little sharp.
“I can wait,” he offered against Javi’s mouth.
Javi turned his head to nuzzle Cloister’s jaw, brushing a kiss over the fuzz of stubble.
“How long?”
Cloister took a shaky Javi-warm breath as he thought.
“A month?”he offered.
The startled laugh snorted against his throat, wet and spluttered and inelegant.Javi lifted his head and looked at Cloister.
