CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MATTEO
The bus ride home to Sean’s apartment was excruciating.
My cock was hard in my pants as I drank at his mouth.
This prolonged foreplay was driving me crazy even if it was exciting kissing him in the back of a public bus.
I regretted leaving the basement of the LGBTQ center, but we would be more comfortable in a bed.
Luckily, his apartment wasn't far from the bus stop and we rushed for the back entrance next to the club, his laughter and the light in his eyes like a song in my heart.
The moment we were in his apartment, he took my lips again, leading the kiss as he guided me into his bedroom. He’d been assertive all evening and I was looking forward to wrestling for control.
I thought about what he’d said in the basement. I supposed I enjoyed being the top. Whether I wanted that exclusively was something I’d discover tonight.
We were naked in an instant and tangled in the luxurious blanket, his legs hooking around mine, my lips sucking at his nipples as he grabbed my hair with a rough hand.
We couldn’t get enough of each other and I prayed we never found complete satisfaction.
I wanted him to crave me for the rest of his life and no matter how much we got from each other, it would never be enough.
I broke away, remembering my earlier request. “I should take a quick shower.”
“Alright,” he murmured and fondled his cock. “Don’t take too long. I’m dying here.”
I got up and on my way out the bedroom I said, “You should be thankful I’m letting your old ass pop my twink cherry.”
His laughter followed me into the bathroom. It was difficult for me to relate to those that didn’t have a relationship like ours. The thrilling and exciting bickering, the game of getting one over on each other, and an understanding of how we’d survived our past traumas bonded us.
I lingered under the water for long minutes, letting the heat penetrate my bones and wondering how I’d gotten here.
It was amazing to me how a few sassy words I’d thrown at him when he’d first caught me inside the club could lead me to where I was.
I decided I didn’t want to question it and washed thoroughly, paying special attention to my ass.
I ran my soapy fingers around the tight ring of muscle, wondering what he’d feel like there.
I wasn’t expecting it to be entirely pleasant, but I’d rather give my cherry to someone I trusted.
I didn’t bother toweling off, and jumped in bed with him, sopping wet. I shook my head like a dog, sending drops of water flying from my hair.
“You’re so annoying,” he complained and tried to shield himself, but he was all smiles.
He pushed me to the bed, flattened his tongue against my stomach and dragged it up, taking beads of moisture into his mouth.
When he got to my nipple, he pulled the bud between his lips, sucking hard and sending a shock of pleasure through me.
My natural inclination was to wrestle for the upper hand, but I didn’t mind putting myself in his care, either.
“Relax,” he whispered and kissed his way down my body, hitting all the sensitive places I didn’t know I possessed, like the spot under my navel that tickled. He looked up, his eyes remarkably kind. “You trust me.”
I wanted to say something smart and snarky, but drew a blank, so I simply nodded. I did trust him. I didn’t want to, and I hated that he had wiggled past my armor, but I knew I was in good hands.
He moved his muscular shoulders, guiding my legs over them as if he’d done it a million times before. He kissed my inner thigh, nipped at it, sending a chill through me.
“Hold on, brat, because I’m going to blow your mind,” he said with a smirk and pushed my ass off the mattress.
The shock of the moment stilled me, until he licked at my hole, and I saw stars. Literally fucking stars.
He’d done this many times before. Every lick and suck had me wiggling, and when he stiffened his tongue and pushed at my hole, the floodgates opened.
I didn’t bother holding back my breathy moans and rasped curses.
I didn’t care anymore. It no longer bothered me that he got to see me and everything that I was.
Rimming me was more intimate than I could have imagined.
“I win,” he said against my crack and nipped at the cheek of my ass.
“Just wait until I get my cock in your ass again and last more than thirty seconds,” I countered. “I have a feeling you’re more bottom than vers.”
He released me and crawled up my body so that we were eye to eye. Smirking, he said, “You think it’s easy topping? You have to know how to fuck. How to move your hips and find that special spot. It’s not just about the back and forth.”
I pecked his lips and whispered, “Looks like I'm going to have a lot of practice, aren’t I, bottom-boy?”
He narrowed his eyes on me and growled then moved back down to resume driving me mad with his talented tongue.
I beamed as he regained the upper hand. He was enjoying himself, likely more from making me squirm.
I tried to come up with a counterattack to his counterattack, but it felt too good to stop.
He licked his way up my taint, sucking the supple skin of my balls into his warm mouth, his eyes shining with satisfaction. He’d won this round, hadn't he?
“Lube,” he commanded.
It took me a moment to realize what he was asking for, and I fumbled with the pump bottle, drawing a chuckle from him.
He squirted some onto his fingers and rubbed it all over my crack.
He probed at my hole, testing the give of my flesh with his thumb.
He slipped in easily and I gasped, the sensation new and a bit shocking.
“How's that feel?” he murmured.
“Weird.”
“Bad weird?”
I rolled my head against the pillow focusing on the new sensation. He moved his thumb in and out then sucked my nipple into his mouth, the pleasure making me tighten around him. A pleasant burn started in my ass as I clenched, and he wiggled his thumb inside me.
“Not all men like their asses touched. It’s okay if you don’t.”
“I think you’re hoping I’ll prefer fucking you,” I rasped. “Do you want to be my bottom-bitch?”
His brows shot up. “I think it’s hilarious I’ve got my fingers in your ass and you’re talking shit.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You like it.”
He laughed and replaced his thumb with two fingers. I gasped at the sudden stretch, not sure if it felt good or bothersome.
“How’s that?” He whispered.
I nodded, watching as his hand moved between my thighs. There was a point between him delving deep to the knuckle and scissoring his fingers that it started to feel good.
Clearing my throat of pebbles, I said, “fuck me already.”
He simply chuckled and motioned to the condoms sitting on the bedside table. I snagged one of the foil packages and ripped it open.
“I want to put it in you,” I said and sat up.
He watched me with lit eyes as I slipped the rubber over the head of his cock and down his shaft. I started stroking him and he pushed me down on the bed. I loved teasing him. It was strange that annoying him was the highlight of my day.
A breath shuddered through me as he split my legs. He suddenly seemed so much bigger. Just more. He prodded my hole with the head of his cock and spread the lube.
“If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop, amirite?” He murmured and kissed the corner of my mouth.
“You’re not that big…”
He tipped his head as if he knew I was all bark and gently pushed forward.
He slipped in easier than I’d expected, and I gaped at the sudden fullness.
That burn intensified and for a moment I wanted to push him away.
Not because it necessarily hurt, but because being so vulnerable to him was messing with my mind.
“It doesn’t normally feel good right away,” he said, kissing the other side of my mouth. “Just give it a moment.”
I nodded because I was afraid if I tried to speak I’d make an undignified noise. He took my hand from where I’d been clawing his biceps and kissed my knuckles. He leaned back, the movement stroking me in a surprisingly wonderful way, and I sucked in a deep breath, my mind swimming.
He guided my legs over his shoulders and stroked my skin with a whisper-thin touch that made me break out with goosebumps. He shifted his hips, sliding deeper into me. I nodded to let him know that I was okay.
“See?” He rasped. “It’s all in the hips.”
“Sounds like you’re not going to last long,” I bit back.
He chuckled and shifted again, stealing a breathy gasp from me as it started to feel…nice. He was careful, and fucked me slow, agonizingly so. I couldn’t stop watching him, every inch of him fascinating as his body moved. I jerked myself off, the pleasure tightening.
I wanted this every day, I thought. We had something special, didn’t we? Why couldn’t I have this every day? Just…being with him.
He dared to move faster, my body loosening for him. He kissed my shin and did a circular motion with his hips that helped release the knot building in my balls. I came all over myself, my ass clenching around his cock and burning me from the inside out.
He leaned in to swallow my whimpers, his tongue commanding mine. “Okay?”
“Mhm. Are you going to come?”
He grinned, leaned back, and withdrew carefully, my hole sucking onto him as if it wanted to keep him there. When he was free, he discarded the condom, and I seized the opportunity to push him onto the bed. Before he could protest, I swallowed him down as far as I could go, gagging several times.
It wasn’t long before he came, his grunts and frowns letting me know I was doing something right.
I accepted everything he had, relishing in him and didn’t stop until he pushed me away with a hiss.
Then I was on the bed, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers gripping me roughly as if he couldn’t get enough.
“Did I make it magical for you, brat?” He whispered.
“Sure. You’re a regular wizard, old man,” I said.
He pulled me close with an annoyed sigh.
“You might have popped my cherry, but I’m convinced I brought out the needy bottom in you.”
He laughed in that gruff way that I loved.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, his solid and warm frame comforting. I got up to pee, my body loose, my heart light. I could still feel him inside me, the sensation surprisingly nice.
I stood at the edge of the bed, taking in every inch of Sean as the morning sun bathed him in golden light that seemed as rare and special as Christmas morning snow.
He was lying on his stomach, his head on his folded arm as he breathed softly.
I followed the curve of his spin down to the rise of his plump ass, the tattoos swirling, most faded as if they’d been done long ago.
“Prelude and Fugue in E Minor” from the Well-tempered Clavier played in my mind, the notes rising from the depths of my soul, every chord dancing around Sean.
He was his own music, a piece written from life experiences and triumphs.
I sank back in bed with him and ran my fingers down his back, noting every little imperfection in his skin. If my music could take physical form, I imagined it would look a lot like him.
And like my music, I knew without a doubt, he’d never leave me.