CHAPTER 2
Martino crawled from between Bart’s legs and went higher up on the bed, until his head reached the pillows, then lay on his back, ready to take care of his own throbbing erection. His partner from earlier saw what the redhead was about to do, and with a gesture of his hand, stopped him. Still under the sensation of his own orgasm, he moved on the bed, closing the space between the two of them, then rolled them, covering the young man’s body with his.
Bart spat in one of his hands and slipped it between the two of them, taking Martino’s cock and starting to pump it, slowly at first, then quickening the pace, while he caressed the young man’s face with the other hand and captured his lips in a mind-blowing kiss. It didn’t take very long for the redhead to explode, spilling himself all over the other’s hand.
A mischievous smile on his face, Bart licked his hand clean, then peppered soft, sweet kisses all over Martino’s chest, neck, and face. Eyes half-closed, the younger of the two men tilted his head, offering his lover better access to his neck, sweet, soft moans escaping from his slightly parted, sensual lips, and started to reciprocate, exploring the other’s body with his hands. After a while, the two stopped the makeout session and cuddled together, enjoying the show their husbands offered.
In a deep voice, filled with lust, authoritative, but also soothing, Brian ordered Luca to lay on his stomach, and started to massage every part of his body, until the other man felt his skin tingling. A few moments later, his Dom’s naked body draped over his back, just enough weight pressing down to make the Sicilian feel the deep heat from his body.
Brian slowly rocked his hips, just enough to get Luca’s blood pooling into his groin and his breath hitching. Feeling his Dom’s shaft pressing into the cleft between his ass cheeks, the Sub arched his back in response and pressed into him, expressing his gratitude in advance by thanking his Master in a thick voice.
Brian hummed and put a hand on Luca’s wrists, crossed above his head in a gesture of total surrender and trust. His other hand moved down the other’s side as he leaned down placing small kisses on his neck and the top of his back. The way his Dom explored his body made the sub feel important, cherished, and powerful.
As Brian moved lower down Luca’s body, kissing, biting lightly, tasting, Luca kept himself still, knowing the man in charge would tell him to move when he would want him to. His Master murmured words of appreciation in his ear, letting him know how much he loved the texture of his skin, dragging his tongue along his beltline from time to time.
Brian’s hand began to knead the right cheek of Luca’s ass, making the man humming in pleasure and anticipation, while he pushed against the said hand. A second later, a slap on his butt and his Dom’s deep voice telling him to be patient reminded him who was in control there, and he abandoned himself in the hands of the one who promised to take care of his body, soul, and mind.
At the start of their relationship as Dominant and submissive, Brian taught Luca to put himself in the then and there, focus inward, anticipate nothing, let each touch, each caress fill his whole world, and so he did. His Dom moved leisurely and methodically, while the Sicilian lost all sense of time.
A finger moved down Luca’s cleft, so incredibly slow that his skin tingled and a shudder ran through him. Eventually the digit nudged the man’s entrance and he felt his cock straining underneath, precum sliding onto the sheets. His Dom was skirting the line between between pleasure and torture, as the Sicilian fought to keep his body still and relaxed.
Brian praised Luca for being a good sub for him, then used both hands to spread his ass cheeks wide. When his Dom’s tongue follows the same path his fingers explored earlier, his sub let out a deep moan, mirrored by the one escaping from the lips of the man in charge when he reached the other’s most sensitive area and started to work his tight muscle into submission with his tongue.
Trying to relax when the sexiest man alive rims the hell out of you is the best kind of torture, Luca said to himself, finding it hard to believe someone as plain as him was the source of pleasure for someone as special as the man he called Master. With that thought in mind, the Sicilian completely abandoned himself to his master, a faint smile making his lips even more sensual.
When every muscle in Luca’s body was like mush and he had almost completely melted into the mattress, Brian moved back up his sub’s body until the man felt the head of his Dom’s cock pushing against his entrance. He was completely relaxed and prepared, so as the other slid into him, he felt nothing but immense pleasure.
Emptying his mind, Luca let his Master take over his body and do as he pleased, groaning as Brian picked the pace, while still making sure his thrusts were gentle. His Sub wanted to tell his Dom he didn’t have to be that gentle with him, but he knew better than to spoil the moment, so he just languished in it.
As Brian’s hips moved over Luca, his mouth caressed the man’s neck and it all started to create a maelstrom of sensations, especially in his groin. His Sub’s skin tingled and his heart rate picked up and he felt his erection pressing between his stomach and the bed. He moved, trying to alleviate some of the pressure which became uncomfortable.
Brian recognized Luca’s predicament and he glided a hand around the other’s middle and picked his body up, pining it against his. The same hand slid over the Sub’s shaft, and began pumping it in the same measured pace; within minutes both of them were breathing heavily, the Sicilian fell into the abyss first.
Luca’s body shuddered, a wave of heat hit him, and he felt weightless, like he was flying. He heard his Dom gasp a second later, and his hips thrusted two more times until he held his Sub still as his cock pulsed deep inside him. The feel of his Master letting go, overflowing, spurting inside him fueled his partner’s abating orgasm and his shaft throbbed again and shot out more cum.
Luca felt dizzy and overwhelmed, fighting to keep his eyes open as Brian gently placed him down onto the bed. He was vaguely aware of his Dominant cleaning him and wrapping his body around him. Eyes half closed, the Sicilian gazed over the sleeping, hugging forms of Martino and Bart, before he drifted off into the land of dreams.
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We should do this more often, Brian said to himself the next day, looking out one of the library's huge windows as he was turning the computer on, getting ready to start a new day at work. He smiled seeing the young man heading to the library, who stopped to chat a bit with Malaspina, as he recognized Callum, Oisin’s cousin, who used to be the bodyguard of Ferris, Reardon’s son.
The young man spent a lot of time with Oisin and Ian, listened to their stories and was shocked by what he found out about The Base and the library. He could understand why his cousin worshiped Brian, and so did Ian, especially when the young vet told him about the raven and hawk the librarian gave him as a present.
Once Oisin finished talking Callum’s ears off about his rescuer, it was Ian’s turn to tell him how the man saved his life, after he was nearly killed by his homophobic older brother, and how he protected him after that, by faking his death. The story of his cousin’s husband made the young man respect the librarian even more than he already did, after the talks the two of them had while he was in the hospital bed. After being blinded and tortured by those who kidnapped Ferris and killed his mother.
Brian had no idea what Ian and Oisin told Callum about him, and was very surprised when, one day, the young man came into the library by the route Malaspina, Liam, and Lawrence helped him learn by heart, and gave him a wholehearted hug. From that moment, the bond between them tightened, and the young man perceived the librarian as a father figure.
Outside, Callum parted ways with Malaspina, which made Brian leave his seat and go to open the door for the young man, who was walking to the library. Like all the other visually-impaired people, he followed a strict routine, and that was part of it. Busy as he was with examining the ex-guard, the librarian didn’t pay attention to the person coming from the opposite direction, who punched him in the arm, probably irritated he was blocking the doorway.
“Oww!” The person, a kid, apparently in his mid-teens, exclaimed, shaking his hand. “Why the hell are you blocking the door, moron?” He asked in an irritated voice.
“Hey, boy, watch your language!” Tanner came from the arts and crafts supply room, examining the librarian with worried eyes. “Are you all right, boss?” He shot daggers in the teen’s direction. “That disrespectful…”
“Everything is fine, don’t worry, my friend” Brian offered the guard a reassuring smile, then turned to the boy. “Kid, that's why you don't punch with your thumb inside your fist.Next time you could break your hand.” He grinned. “Not bad, though.”
“Go and fuck yourself, old man.” The boy muttered in Sicilian. “I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-one. A fully grown-up man.”
“Sorry.” Brian raised his hands in surrender, a grin stretching his mouth from ear to ear. “About not being able to honor your invitation, I mean; unfortunately, I'm at work.” The words were spoken in Sicilian, making the young man, who didn’t expect it, gasp in shock.
“Hello, my great protector!” Callum said in a cheerful voice, walking inside the library. “How was last night's round of sex? Hot enough to set the bed on fire?” He continued with the usual morning repertoire.“Did you kick someone's ass today? Or did Luca kick yours royally?”
“Hello, Callum.” Brian chuckled and huffed out a laugh. “Set fire to the bed, like always. I swear my homeowner’s insurance may drop my policy because of all the claims. And no ass kicking today, but I could use a good sparring match. Luca will probably kick my ass until the day I die.”
“Good thing you have a son who avenges your honor, or so I've heard.” Callum flashed a grin in the librarian’s direction, but the next second he frowned, listening intently. “Who's with you? A male, I think.”
“You think?” The young man huffed in contempt. “I'm big enough and standing a few feet away from you. Are you blind or something?”
Brian cast a warning glare in the direction of the Sicilian-speaking young man. “That was rude.Yes, Callum is blind, but he is also a very skilled fighter and guard.” He then turned to his conversation partner from earlier. “Having a son is a good thing. He has many advantages, age being one of them.” The librarian paused a bit, then continued on a whispered, apologetic tone. “I'm extremely sorry about that. I have our books ready in the conference room.”
“Don't worry.” Callum said softly, then swallowed hard a few times. “I can sense there's a lot of anger in his voice, but also pain. Some people have better control of their emotions than others. Ah, and thank you for those martial arts books in Braille.” A smile brightened his face.
“I know, I feel it, too. Thank you for being so understanding.” Brian protectively put a hand on his protégé’s shoulder. “No problem at all, I'm glad you’re enjoying them. Is it getting easier for you to read, or do you need help with anything?”
“No, thank you.” Callum offered the librarian another smile. “Oh, there would be something.” He smirked. “I would like to know his name.” He pointed to the other young man.
“Lazzaro Sforza.”