Chapter 6 #3
“Absolutely not.” Xander kissed his chin. “I think you’re amazing. Chatterbox, scatterbrain, and all. Now that I’ve admitted it, I’m all in.”
Oh, Iago was impressed. “Mmmhmm. Shut up and kiss me, grumpy puss.”
Xander snorted but then kissed him until little spots swam in his vision and until his lips tingled from the pressure. He felt breathless, his body tightening up all over.
Their lips clung as he rubbed and explored, loving the joy and hunger and heat. Xander held him with one hand on his neck, the other sliding down his arm, then up over his belly and chest. Just exploring.
His nipples were hard, his belly ached, and his balls felt heavy in his jeans. His cock pressed to the zipper, and he could hardly breathe with how good Xander felt against him.
Then it got even better, because Xander tipped over onto his back, pulling Iago on top of him.
“Oh, hello.” He stretched out all along Xander and rubbed.
“Hey. Nice, huh? I do love me some friction.” Xander grabbed his ass and squeezed.
“Mmhmm…” He arched back into Xander’s touch.
“That’s it, Iago. Just like that. Get your jeans open, huh?” Xander slid a hand as far as he could under the back of his waistband.
Oh, this was high-dollar necking. Making out with orgasms.
He reached for his fly and opened up, then got Xander’s undone as well.
“Mmm. Tell me if I’m going too fast, but I want you so damn much.”
“We’re grown-ups. Not virgins. I’m all in, too.” And hopefully, Xander was going to be at some point. Physically.
“Then we’re gonna do this. You’re right. We’re totally not virgins. I may be socially awkward, but I think I’ve got a handle on this.” Xander squeezed his butt again, giving him a wild grin.
“You sure got a handle on something, but don’t stop, because it feels good.
” He pushed up and took a hard kiss, moaning as lightning slid down his spine.
His butt cheeks were so tight the muscles threatened to cramp, partially because it felt so good and partially because he really didn’t want to make a mess of his pants.
He was going to get wet, and there was no question about that.
That could be a little problematic.
He had the feeling Xavier would forgive him, though.
“You’re thinking hard. Either that or you’re more nervous than you said.” Xander dug in and massaged.
“I need to get out of my pants before I can’t wear them anymore today.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?”
“It’s a little embarrassing, hmm?” He was a touch ashamed at how wet he got.
“Baby boy, that is one of the best parts of a horny omega.” Xander helped him lift up so he could stand and strip off his ratty jeans. He felt super brave doing it, and he went for his shirt, too, since he felt bizarre with just that on…
The way Xander stared at him made him feel ten feet tall. And yeah, wet.
“Jesus, you’re spectacular.” Xander traced one of his tattoos with a single finger.
“You think so?” He thought he was a little skinny. Maybe a little on the scrawny side, in fact. Eating more regularly was helping though, so there was that. And he had time to work out more…
Xander reeled him in with a hand on his hip, propping up to kiss his belly. “Stop it. I can see the wheels turning. I think you’re amazing.”
“Do you?” He had to grin. “Thank you. That’s good to hear. Honestly. So good.”
“Yeah I mean, I thought that even before I was willing to admit you weren’t a caffeinated gnat on crack.”
He hooted, the nervousness dissipating like a puff of smoke. He stepped up to Xander, rubbing his cock against that stubbly cheek. “There are times when that comes in handy. I may babble a little during sex, but I also have a lot of energy.”
“Mmhmm? I like energy in a bouncy ball of omega.” Xander was nibbling on him as if he was a tasty treat. That was the only way he could describe it.
It was incredibly distracting and yummy.
Then Xander grabbed his ass, one finger slipping in to touch him.
That was even better.
He went up on tiptoes, a shudder wracking him. “Oh. More.”
“Anything you want, baby.” One finger became two, and he arched, lips parting as he moaned. He wanted to climb back aboard Xander, but he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do it and not fall over. He was too lost in the sensations.
Xander was loving on him, pushing him, driving him to greater and greater heights. Those hot lips trailed over his skin, his toes curling against the floor.
His lips felt stiff when he spoke. “Can I be on you again? Please?”
He was going to lose his mind soon.
“Fuck yes.” Xander reeled him in, tugging him back down on the couch. Then those fingers found him again.
He whimpered, bucking up into Xander’s hot body.
“That’s it, baby. I know we’re supposed to be going slow, but you’re so pretty. So responsive. So hungry, this little hole.”
His entire body was on fire, his cries sharp and wild, filling the air.
“Anytime you need to come, Iago, you can do it. I want to watch your face as you shoot.” God, Xander’s voice was killing him.
“Xander…” His eyes rolled up in his head, his hips jerking wildly as he fought to orgasm.
Xander pressed those fingers deep into him, hitting the spot inside his body that lit him up. And that was that. Iago cried out his pleasure, shaking desperately, coming so hard his bones shook.
He melted, his eyes rolling furiously.
Xander held him, and he had to be making a mess of the man, but it didn’t seem to matter. He got kisses and happy noises and praise.
He lifted his chin, offering a kiss, and Xander gave it to him, tongue soft and hot against his.
“Mmmm.” He held onto Xander, just trying to breathe. It was tough. He’d never come that hard.
He’d never thought that was possible in anything but romance novels and porn.
“You okay?” Xander patted his back, sounding a wee bit strained.
“Uh-huh. You want me? I won’t leave you hanging.”
“I want anything you’re willing to give, baby. Hand. Mouth. Anything.” Xander bucked under him, so strong.
“Everything.” He was willing to ride, in fact. “You want me to ride you?”
“Fuck yes. If you want to?” Xander stared at him, pupils all but swallowing the green in his eyes, his freckles blending into his flush.
“I do. I want to. I want you, Xander.” He leaned in to offer his mouth, to keep the fire in them burning.
“Good.” Xander kissed him like there was no tomorrow, just really letting him feel it. His lips were already swollen, so this was epic.
He worked on getting Xander’s jeans off and down from over his cock. No pulling or tugging at that tender skin. He needed that intact, dammit.
Xander was hung like a horse, the solid frame sporting a fat, thick cock, hard and dripping at the tip. Iago reached down to circle it with his fingers, wanting to feel it, to weigh it against his palm, the springy red curls under his fingers.