twenty-three
“Then that’s what the monster wants. He wants to be human.”- Leo
“Okay. It’s alright. I’ll take care of you, Princess,” I murmur, looking down at Callisto’s shiny green eyes.
He is lonely. I am too, so maybe we aren't that different after all.
Callisto looks perfect in the soft light, his dark curls contrasting beautifully with the white pillow.
His lips are red, as if he’s been chewing on them, or perhaps it’s from my kisses.
I lean down to kiss him again because I can’t stop myself.
“It’s been a while.” Callisto’s cheeks flare red when I bring the lube and condom closer.
A nervous flutter erupts in my stomach and bleeds into my chest, making my heart beat rapidly, as if I’ve never done this before.
I don’t want to fuck this up. I have put him through enough, and I want to make this good for him.
I want to give Callisto at least one good thing to remember me by before I’m gone, and I have to disappear.
“Okay. I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts or you change your mind, and I’ll stop,” I promise, uncapping the bottle, the clicking sound echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room. I may not be sure of anything else right now, but I’m sure I can please Callisto.
I squeeze some lube onto my fingers, gliding it around a bit to warm it up. I move the duvet with my clean hand, looking down to find Callisto placing a pillow under his hips, spreading his long legs. A mark on one of his tan thighs catches my attention, sending my eyebrows straight to my hairline.
“Has the princess been hiding artwork from me?”
“What?” Callisto asks, confusion marring his beautiful features. I nod toward his thigh, a smirk pulling at my lips. Callisto looks down, eyes widening a few seconds later.
“Oh. Umm… yeah. I sometimes forget I have it. I got that while I was in Brazil visiting my grandfather's homeland. I may have also been a little drunk.”
The explanation is sheepish, and his cheeks grow even redder.
I trace the letters of the tattoo. I would have never thought Callisto, pretty-proper-princess-Callisto, would have a secret tattoo. It makes my dick twitch.
“I like it.” I stroke a thumb over the word. While Callisto is distracted by the conversation, I choose that moment to trace his puckered hole with a lubed up finger. Callisto’s eyes widen in surprise, and I would laugh if I didn’t find the man so incredibly sexy.
After the initial shock from the unexpected touch, Callisto’s pouty lips form a small ‘o’. He hasn’t voiced anything negative, so I keep going. Getting the area nice and wet before I press a finger in. I look up, wanting to see his reaction.
“Oh fu…” the curse word trails off on his red bitten lips. I have never heard him curse, and it is now my goal to have him forget himself so completely that he does. I want to watch prim and proper Callisto come undone on my dick.
“Relax, Princess,” I say softly, pushing my finger the rest of the way in.
I bend down, kissing Callisto gently on the lips.
His mouth is open but quickly shifts to receive my kiss, returning it after a brief moment.
I am careful to avoid touching his dick, not wanting him to come too soon.
He hisses when my dick grazes his own, and I barely bite back a moan. It’s been a long time for me as well.
“Another,” Callisto moans out after a few minutes. I give him a look, a silent question. He nods, mouth open in bliss. I look down, carefully, adding another, stretching his hole.
When Callisto hisses, I stop for a second, looking up to gauge his level of pain.
He’s looking up at the ceiling, his strong jaw pointed towards the heavens, but I can tell his mouth is open, even from this angle.
Noticing I had stopped, Callisto’s eyes find mine, confused.
He grinds his hips down, pressing the heels of his feet into the mattress as leverage to search for more.
“Fuck, Callisto. You look so fucking hot grinding on my fingers,” I mumble, more to myself than to anyone, but Callisto obviously heard it because he whimpers, pushing his hips down further to get me in deeper. I watch, keeping my arm completely still, wanting him to work for it, and he does.
“Can’t wait to see you grinding on my dick, Princess.” Every time I use the term of endearment, Callisto moans or whimpers in response. I’m going to miss these moans when he’s gone. When he’s out of my life and back in his own. Where he belongs.
“Leone. Need. Please. Bisogno,” Callisto whines in half Italian, half broken English. Without breaking his rhythm, I scissor my fingers, adding more lube in the process.
Once I know he’s ready, I add a third, crooking them experimentally.
I know I hit his spot when a deep moan is ripped from his chest, almost animalistic.
Watching him moan and writhe on my fingers is an out of body experience.
I didn’t realize Callisto could be this wanton in bed, but I’m learning to not judge a book by its cover or however the saying goes.
“Are you ready for my dick?” I ask after a few minutes, watching my fingers disappear over and over again into his wet heat. I tear my eyes away from his hole long enough to see him nod, his eyes blown and curls sticking up in all different directions.
I kiss him because I can’t think of a single other thing I would rather do at this moment.
I kiss him hard, our teeth clacking together.
Callisto’s arms loop around my neck, bringing me down on top of him, our dicks pressing together.
I can’t stop my hips from bucking into the sensation, my dick throbbing with the needed friction.
“Yes. Fu- yes. Per favore. Need it. Now,” Callisto moans into my open mouth, and I suppress a smile.
He almost slipped again, and I find it incredibly sexy.
I bet he would have a dirty mouth if he would let himself go a bit, if he’d stop constantly thinking about what he wants to say and what is proper.
Sex is about feeling, not about thinking.
He shouldn’t censor himself in bed, and I wish he wouldn’t censor himself so much in life.
I wonder who Callisto is behind the facade he puts out into the world.
“Okay, Princess. Shh. It’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” I break our kiss to reach for the condom. Callisto watches me with wide eyes as I open the packet with my teeth, spitting the tiny piece of foil to the side.
I roll the condom down my length, hissing when I pump my hard dick twice, looking at Callisto’s stretched hole with hungry eyes. I line myself up, and press in. Callisto is incredibly hot and tight. It takes every bit of my willpower to not immediately start bucking my hips to seek more.
“Slowslowslow,” Callisto chants, eyes shut and chin tilted up.
I grit my teeth, the head of my dick finally slipping past Callisto’s tight ring of muscle.
I slowly push myself inside, inch by excruciating inch, until my hips meet his soft ass.
He’s still so tight, I briefly worry he’s going to cut off the circulation to my dick.
“You’re so tight, Princess. It feels so good, but you need to relax. I want this to be good for you.”
God, I could be inside him forever. Make a home here, but then I remind myself, his home is somewhere else.
I push that thought from my mind and trace my thumb over his plump lips.
He puckers them, kissing the pad of my finger.
I smile at the soft gesture, leaning down to capture those very same lips in a kiss that’s just as soft.
I slip my tongue inside his mouth, traveling my hands down Callisto’s neck then his collarbones, finally landing on his nipples.
He moans deep when I tweak one, flicking it with a blunt fingernail a few seconds later.
I continue to kiss him, playing with his nipples.
It’s wet and sloppy and absolutely perfect.
It also does what I intended, Callisto loosening around me with each swipe of my tongue, each movement of my fingers.
“Oh my god. Sh- Leone move. Please.” Callisto breaks our kiss long enough to get the words out.
I almost deny him; I want him to let his walls come down.
I want him to succumb to their pleasure and say exactly what he wants without a filter.
I decide to save that for later mostly because the idea of not moving actually hurts my dick.
I need to move. I need to buck into his waiting heat because being surrounded by him is maddening.
“Holy fucking hell,” I curse with the first shallow thrust.
Those words are the only thing my mind can grasp onto, that and the primal need to pound into him.
I won’t, though. Not yet. He told me it has been a while, and I’ll respect that.
I won’t hurt him. I’ve hurt enough people in my lifetime, but Callisto won’t be counted among them.
I don't think I could live with myself if I add the innocent man underneath me to my ever growing list of victims.
So, I lean down, kissing him while my hips deliberately move to the rhythm of a slow song neither of us hear but both feel.
“Fu- Faster. Oh, my sh-God. Più veloce, per favore!”
Callisto’s eyes are closed in bliss instead of pain.
His body has relaxed, finally adjusting to my dick, and each deep moan that is pulled from his kiss-bitten lips is a victory for me.
I want to bring pleasure today, to someone worthy of it.
I’ve had enough violence, enough sadness, enough fighting to last a lifetime.
I want to give pleasure, and get it in return, even though I may not be deserving of it.
“Ride me?” I ask, mid thrust. I glance down, finding Callisto unsure. After a few seconds of deliberation, he nods, cheeks red.
“Are you sure? I’m fine to keep doing this. You feel so fucking good.” I put as much honesty in my voice as possible, trying to convey that it’s the truth. I will take him any way I can get him. He could tell me to stop, and I would.
“Yeah. I’m sure. I’ve just never ridden anyone before.”
Callisto’s cheeks flare even brighter, his voice barely above a whisper.
I am not at all surprised by the admission or by his obvious embarrassment.
Callisto didn’t strike me as the kind of person that experimented with sex, and I doubt he has had that many partners in his life.
I nod once, wrapping an arm around his waist.
I hoist him up, flipping our positions without slipping out.