Chapter 10 #2
“Athens. Oh, Athens, I… ahh.”
‘I enjoy seeing you like this.’ Athens brushed the hair from Dariel’s now damp forehead, making a feigned sad face. “Oh dear, I’m ruining your makeup.”
Dariel swallowed, his throat bobbing as he gagged out another breath, his hands now flopped above his head in surrender.
“I want…” Dariel started.
“What do you want, my dear?” Athens teased his fingers under the rim of Dariel’s waistband, eliciting a squirm and squeal.
After a further few minutes of hot breaths and aching moans, Dariel finally managed to find an ounce of strength and pushed himself up onto his elbows, Athens drawing back to a sitting position.
“You first,” Dariel pointed to Athens’ layered top, one of the straps having come loose at some point as they lost themselves in each other’s arms. “Take this off.”
There was a brief moment of silence as Athens straightened out his back and flicked his long mane of hair over his shoulders, pressing his own hand to his chest. Dariel frantically searched for the best place to stare to stop himself from shattering completely, his hips still locked between the taller man’s thighs.
Athens watched him looking and maintained eye contact as he reached for the zip to the side of his over-top, peeling the bodice away from his body slowly, letting the buckled straps slide off until all that was left was a thin, black mesh top.
Dariel sat up, sliding himself out from under, and drank in the other man’s form.
The curve of his hips, the long slender neck leading up to bruised lips and black-rimmed, marble eyes.
A few strands of hair stuck to Athens’ pale forehead and Dariel thought huh, I did that before grinning.
“And the rest,” he nodded towards the mesh still holding Athens’ body away from him, begging to have their bodies pressed together again.
‘So impatient!’ Athens closed his eyes with a sensual laugh and pulled the remaining top over his shoulders, throwing it to the growing pile of clothes beside them.
His bare torso was free at last, finally exposing the interconnecting black and white rose petal tattoos that wove around Athens’ left arm like vines—confirming Dariel’s suspicions. Pretty.
Dariel’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, you’re…” he raised a gentle hand to ghost his fingers over the two horizontal scars across the centre of Athens’ chest.
The other man swallowed as he followed Dariel’s movement. “Trans, yes. I should have…”
“God, no.” Dariel gasped out a breath of joy. “You’re so hot.” He leaned up on his knees and kissed the centre of Athens’ chest, holding the other man by his shoulder blades, hands splayed out and exploring Athens’ back as he let his own lips wander this time.
“Not a problem, then?” Athens tilted his head down to kiss Dariel’s crown, both hands on his head, fingers knitting into the bleached curls.
“No. God, no,” Dariel said between kisses, fully focused on exploring every inch of skin in front of him.
“Good. I’m gonna…ugh… stand and…” Athens pried himself away from Dariel’s grip and stood, leaving a very hungry vampire at his feet, arms still out, pleading for Athens’ warmth. Dariel began to raise to his feet but was halted by a long finger to the face.
“Stay on your pretty knees, darling.”
‘Oh, you wanna play this game?’
‘Do you mind?’
‘Not at all.’
Dariel shuffled over to be eye level with Athens’ hips, the sticky vinyl in front of him teasing his hunger.
Athens moved into the embrace of Dariel’s arms again, letting Dariel grasp at Athens’ behind, drawing them even closer together with a jolt.
He almost knocked Athens off his feet. Athens steadied himself on Dariel’s shoulders as Dariel moved his hands around to worship the other man’s thighs.
“I’m gonna take my shoes off so you can…”
“Oh, please. I need…”
“What do you need?” Athens teased, looking down at Dariel who still hugged his left thigh. He dropped the pointed nail of this thumb onto Dariel’s lower lip, pressing down. “Tell me what you need.”
‘You know what I need.’
‘Let me get these off.’
In a matter of seconds, Athens and Dariel were both barefoot, the top button of Athens’ trousers undone, and Dariel’s shaking fingers slowly pulled down the shallow zip to allow himself to peel the trousers off as slowly as he desired, Athens watching him all the way.
Once they too had been discarded, Dariel arched up to tug at the lace of Athens’ underwear with his teeth and tore them down the trembling thighs he still held in his grip, until the man before him was entirely naked. Athens gasped, throwing his head back, fingers biting into Dariel’s neck.
Dariel paced himself as much as he could, savouring the taste of the other man’s groin and hip bones, moving his hands back to squeeze Athens’ ass as he dragged his tongue along the sensitive skin of each side of Athens’ inner thighs.
A fine dusting of fair hair trailed up to Athens’ belly button, dancing over the soft skin of his lower abdomen.
“I’m trying so hard not to rush… I don’t want…” Dariel swallowed, “I don’t want this to end.”
“Good thing this is just the beginning then. Do whatever you like, I am yours.”
I am yours. Dariel thought he may pass out.
“Can I?” Dariel gazed all the way up to Athens’s face in sheer desperation.
Athens grinned, lifting Dariel’s chin, and swallowing hard. “I’m sure you know how to pleasure a man like me?”
Dariel nodded eagerly, tipping his chin out as his free thumb reached up to circle Athens’ clit, the man in his arms crying out, his legs shaking beneath Dariel’s grip.
“Spread your legs for me, will you?” Dariel asked, though Athens had already moved into position before he could finish, allowing Dariel to reach up and continue the movement with the flick of his tongue, dragging it up and down the lips, listening for the cries of pleasure erupting from Athens’ mouth.
I’m doing that, as well, he thought.
Dariel let his tongue roam, Athens clenching and loosening around him, and he let his mind wander to Godwin, imagining the larger man standing behind him and stroking his warm hands up and down Dariel’s arms as he continued to drink from Athens.
‘Are you thinking about him?’
‘How could you tell?’
‘I am too. He won’t be much longer… We should…woah Dariel, you really do know how to…’ Athens let out a moan.
‘Oh that sound does things to me, you have no idea.’ Dariel sped up for good measure.
“Holy shit,” Athens cried out, nails almost drawing blood on the skin of Dariel’s back before his legs gave way entirely, and Dariel had to slow the fall with his hands.
Now Athens sat before him with his knees bent, legs hiked up, glistening cunt on full display. Dariel crawled over to him, eyes locking again as fingers reached to circle the entrance.
“I want you inside me,” Athens panted as their brows collided. He grasped Dariel’s head. “We need to… get you out of those.” Athens knocked a knee into Dariel’s side, nodding at the trousers he still wore. “He’ll be ready soon.”
Dariel bobbed his head, disappointed but understanding. He stood up and began to unbutton his trousers.
“Wait!” Athens held up a hand to him. “Slow down. You had your fun, that’s hardly fair.” He stood and prowled over to Dariel, who continued to step back as a tease until he hit the desk on the far wall and had no choice but to give in.
Athens pressed his frame against Dariel’s, palming his cock beneath the trousers, the only remaining barrier between them.
“I thought about this years ago, can you believe that?” Athens whispered into Dariel’s ear while his fingers pulled at the zip and Dariel shimmied his hips to allow the material to fall to a puddle at his feet, his underwear following immediately after.
“I used to touch myself thinking about you.” Athens pushed Dariel back with a giddy mumble, Dariel’s bare arse biting into the glossy wood behind them as he was bent backwards and Athens slid down his body like a predator and his prey, all the way down until his mouth found Dariel’s hard cock and he took it inch by inch as if he’d already done it many times before.
They would have continued if it were not for the knock on the door.
Athens pulled back, saliva on his chin that he quickly wiped as he rose to full height. Dariel stood, mind whirring with the delirium of unfinished satisfaction.
‘I believe that’s the master of the house.’