Chapter 15
Constantine
I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well in my life.
Growing up, there was always danger in the back of my mind, even in rest. That never truly went away in adulthood—until now.
Sleeping next to a warm body in a comfortable bed kept me dead to the world for most of the night.
In fact, my sleep was so deep that when I woke up, I was strangely exhausted.
Enzo is still out, so I watch him sleep. The filtered light through the curtains casts a warm glow on his tanned skin. I tuck my hands underneath my head and stare at his beauty. I’m still in awe that he likes me back. All that work to get him to see me has paid off.
His full lips are slightly parted, and the scruff on his face needs shaving.
His black eyelashes are thick and fan out across his face.
He has two scars, one on his eyebrow and another on his upper lip, probably from his fights.
I like the hair on his chin and upper lip with the rest of his face shaved.
I have a full beard as part of my disguise.
If I ever need to shave it off, I can, which will completely change my appearance.
Enzo is beautiful. Stunning. And he’s all mine. You don’t realize how alone you are until you finally have someone in your life who cares about you.
We’re both still naked from our shower last night. The covers are off just enough to see the top of his cock peeking out. His body is a masterpiece. He’s an exquisite marble sculpture created by the finest artist. I grow hard, staring at his perfection.
I hover my hand over his chest, which is sprinkled with a few dark hairs and small moles. He’s hairless except for there and around his cock, where it’s thick and curly.
My finger swirls around his nipple, and I watch in fascination as it tries to fold in on itself. Then I drag my hand down his soft skin, over his stomach, and down lower until it lands on his thick thatch of hair.
I debate if I should touch his cock as he sleeps, but he answers that for me.
“Mmm, don’t stop now,” he says, his voice thick from sleep.
My face burns, and I smile as I fist him. He quickly grows hard, and the velvety skin is soon hot to the touch as all the blood flows there. Enzo wraps his hand around mine, showing the proper pressure and guiding my hand up and down.
He lets go of me and tucks his hands behind his head. “Just like that.”
I take the lead and stroke him as he likes it. While I love masturbating, and I do it a lot, there’s something hot about doing it to someone else.
“You have smooth hands, Con. They’re perfect.”
I preen at his words as I continue to pleasure him.
The cockhead beads with pre-cum, so I swipe it off with my thumb and lick it.
His earthy flavor bursts on my tongue. I love how he tastes, and I want more of it.
Without letting go, I sit up and hover over him.
While I stroke, I suckle the head of his cock much like I had his thumb.
“Mhmm… that’s nice, Little Bird.”
I’m salivating for him. It’s so much, drool spills out of my mouth and all over him. It’s sloppy, but it helps my hand glide over his length.
His hand threads through my hair, and he shoves my face down, forcing me to swallow him more. I gag and my eyes water, but I don’t stop him. I like his pushing and controlling me. I could spend the rest of my life pleasing him, and I’d die happy.
“Yeah, what an amazing mouth you’ve got, baby.”
My body is filled with pleasurable electricity from all the nicknames he has given me: Con, Little Bird, baby. I love them all. They’re special.
His hand grips my hair tighter, pulling my head up and shoving it down as he thrusts into my mouth. He’s completely using me, and I love it.
The room soon fills with sounds of slurping, gulping, and gagging as I get lost in the pummeling at the back of my throat.
“Fuck… you’re being so good for me. Your fucking noises… Jesus. Shit… gonna come.”
He holds me there and forces me to take all his cum into my mouth, but before I can pop off and drink him down, he grasps my chin tightly, eyes hard and narrow. “Do not swallow it yet.”
God, every time he orders me about like that, my entire body reacts in a tremble like I’ve been shocked by electricity, but instead of it hurting, it feels good.
“Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told, and he checks to make sure his cum is still resting in a pool on my tongue. “You obey me so well, Little Bird. And I love seeing my cum in your mouth. Now swallow it.”
I do, and then I stick out my tongue to prove it.
He grins crookedly at me and leans in for a quick kiss. “You’re fucking adorable. Has anyone ever told you that?”
I shake my head, but instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’m filled with warmth that he thinks that about me.
“Fools.”
Enzo climbs out of bed, and my eyes pin right on his firm-as-hell ass. Everything about him is hard except for the way he treats me. Yeah, this must be love I’m feeling.
“I need to take a piss, then I have to get ready for more training at the gym today.”
“Use me for that,” I blurt. I hate that when everything sexual comes out of my mouth, I blush. Despite feeling slightly humiliated for asking, I don’t take it back.
Enzo erases the distance between us in three strides, and he’s back at my side. He lifts me off the bed by my armpits and sets me on my feet. He stares down at me, his eyes so dark you can get lost in them. But he looks at me for so long, I start doubting myself.
“Like some water sports, huh? A little piss play?” he finally asks.
I nod despite wanting to shake my head. “I do.”
“Why? Not shaming here. I won’t ever kink shame, okay? I’m just curious.”
My tightly wound body relaxes as I think about my answer.
“I don’t know. I’ve watched it in porn, and it looks so…
primal, like you would be marking me as your territory.
Anyone who gets close to me would know I belong only to you.
I… get that’s not how it works. It’s just…
how I feel about it. I want to be yours in every way possible. ”
“And where would you like it? On the face, your body, in the ass?”
My pulse races with excitement. “Everywhere. Anywhere. Does that mean you’ll do it?”
Enzo lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he carries me to the bathroom. “I told you before, I’ll do anything you’re willing to do. If you want me to mark you, then I’ll mark you.”
He sets me down on the tiled floor and turns on the shower until it’s steaming. Enzo takes my hand and leads me into the stall.
“On your knees, Little Bird.”
I can barely contain my excitement. I’m about to explode with it. He’s about to make me his, willingly. My cock is so hard and it needs relief, but I’ll worry about it later.
“Ready?” he asks me.
“Yes. Do it.”
He holds his cock, aiming it at me. At first, only a dribble comes out, but soon a stream of pale-yellow shoots out of his tip.
I close my eyes when he sprays my face. When I open my mouth, he pisses in there, too.
I don’t swallow it, but allow it to pool out of me.
Then Enzo moves around and sprays my chest, stomach, and hair.
He must really need to go because there’s a lot of it.
“Fuck, why is this so hot?” he breathes out. “Look at you.”
His bladder is finally empty, so I run my hands over my face and body as if I can blend his scent deep inside my skin.
When I open my eyes, I find Enzo on his knees in front of me, his dark brown eyes have turned black from being turned on. In fact, his cock is trying to get hard again.
He reaches out to me and does what I’m doing, spreading his piss all over me.
“Yeah, I see why you like this. Does my little bird need to come?”
Enzo doesn’t wait for a response when he wraps his long fingers around my piss-covered cock and quickly strokes me. A whimper escapes me, and I close my eyes to wrap myself up in his feral scent and touch.
I don’t feel humiliated at all. I just feel… free. And Enzo has accepted me just as I am. He doesn’t make fun of me, he’s not cruel to me, and he doesn’t hurt me. He gives me what I want so effortlessly and without shame.
My orgasm explodes out of nowhere, like my body is drawn so tight and my bonds rip off me. I cry out just as explosively as my climax.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
I drop my head as my body is filled with complete, unfettered joy and satiation.
“I love you,” I whisper. I’ll keep telling Enzo that until one day he tells me back, and I don’t care if it takes me saying it a million times.
Two million times. Time isn’t relevant. He’ll always know how I feel.
I don’t care that we just met because I know without a doubt I’ll never meet someone or have someone like Enzo again if he leaves me. I will do anything to make him stay.
And just like he’s done countless times, he grabs my face with two hands. I open my eyes to find him looking at me strangely. Not in a bad way necessarily. More like he’s confused or processing. About what, I don’t know.
“I’ve never known anyone quite like you, Little Bird.”
“I-Is that a bad thing?”
“No, baby. That’s not a bad thing.”
Then he kisses me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth. We consume each other as if we haven’t eaten in years. His fingers dig into my jaw, and mine dig into his shoulders. I love that he doesn’t care that I’m covered in his piss.
For the first time in my entire life, I feel whole, like the real me has finally come out of the shadows to live again.
After we’re dried off and dressed, Enzo goes off to the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee, leaving me to explore his home some more.
The door to the second bedroom is closed. I grab the knob and look behind me to see if Enzo sees me. He doesn’t, so I twist the knob and slowly push the door open. As soon as I do, I’m enveloped in an explosive world of color and beautiful chaos. My jaw literally drops.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper. I had no idea he was an artist.
There are paintings everywhere in various stages of completion, but it’s the canvas on the easel in the middle of the room that catches my attention. I walk over to it and hover my fingers over the colorful texture of the man’s face.
My face.
It looks just like me, even if it’s an abstract painting.
A strong emotion tugs out of me that I can’t describe. There’s sadness in the face, but the colors are full of life, contradicting the emotion, like the colors represent hope. I could be interpreting it all wrong. I know absolutely nothing about art.
Why did he paint my face?
I don’t even think I have one photograph of myself. No one’s ever thought of me beyond hurting me or ignoring me.
“Do you like it?” Enzo suddenly asks behind me.
I jump out of my skin and quickly turn around. “I… I… Uhm, I’m sorry. I just…”
“It’s okay, Con. You can look. I’m kind of proud of my work.”
“It’s so beautiful, but… why…”
“Why did I paint you?”
I simply nod and twist my hands together, still unable to process all the conflicting emotions. “Yeah.”
He shrugs and walks into the room, shoving his hands into his jeans. “I don’t know. I just had an urge to, so I did.”
“It’s so… I love it.” God, my words are so inadequate.
“It’s not done yet.” He waves a hand across the room in a sweeping motion. “As you can see, I have a lot of unfinished pieces.”
“You should be famous.”
He laughs and pulls me against him. “That would be nice. Maybe one day.”
“I feel immortal now.”
Enzo laughs harder. “Well, technically, you are. You can have it when I’m done, if you want.”
“I’d like that.”
Yeah, I’m in love—no doubt about it.