thirty-one
“Take a picture of this.”- Leo
He looks surprised at my request, his green eyes widen for a split second in the disappearing light.
My heart beats rapidly, and I am incredibly impatient.
We are running out of time. The clock ticks with each beat of my heart.
I wish I could break all the clocks in the world, forget about time, and live in this moment.
“Okay,” Callisto responds, nodding and deepening our kiss, probably smearing the paint between us. I don’t care that I didn’t get to see it. I don't care about anything but touching him and being touched by him and everything in between.
I make quick work of ripping off his shirt, throwing it across the room. I shove my hands down his borrowed jeans, growling impatiently so he will get the hint. He does, standing up long enough to slip both his pants and underwear off. He then turns to leave.
“Where are you going?” I ask, confused as I remove my own underwear.
Bright color flashes in the pale light of the room, the paint on my arm moving through space.
He turns around, his cock already hard. He looks glorious naked, and again, I want to commit it to memory.
I hope that I can take these memories wherever I go after tonight.
“To get the lube,” Callisto answers, as if it’s obvious. I am already shaking my head, though.
“Drawer. Top drawer. You stayed in here for a week and you never looked in the drawers?” I ask, shaking my head and moving to retrieve the lube. I find it quickly, grabbing a pillow from behind my head to place under my hips.
“No. I didn’t think anything would be in there. Why do you have lube in the spare bedroom?” Callisto asks, his brows drawn. I am already popping the cap on the lube, though, barely paying attention to the question.
“Fletcher and Evan stay in here sometimes when they’re too drunk to drive home. They left it here one day,” I explain easily, holding the lube and shaking it.
He looks disgusted for a split second before he shrugs and walks back towards me.
I smile in response, spreading my legs and coating my own fingers.
Callisto gets on the bed between my legs.
“Holy…” His words trail off when I slick up my hole, moaning at the touch.
I am no stranger to masturbation, fingering myself when I need to feel full.
I have a whole drawer of sex toys in my room after all, and I know exactly how I like it.
I look at Callisto, moaning as I slowly push my finger past the tight ring of muscles.
“Wanna watch you stroke yourself for me,” I say, glancing down at his now incredibly hard dick, hanging heavy between his legs.
Callisto’s cheeks redden at the suggestion, but I nod firmly, wanting to give him a little bit of a push as I press my finger deeper.
He bites his lip. His hand slowly finds his dick.
I nod again, moaning when Callisto gives his dick one swift stroke.
He hisses in response, eyes closing in pleasure.
It’s so hot, I can’t hold in my own moan at the sight.
“Gonna add another finger?” Callisto asks, but it sounds almost like a demand. My stomach flutters, the spot behind my navel pulling in pleasure.
“Do you want me to?” I ask, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Sì.” The Italian affirmation is breathy, the word deeper than a black hole.
“Say it. Tell me what to do,” I demand, and his gaze forges a hot trail down my body until it lands on my wet hole. I can almost feel the caress as it descends. Fuck. He licks his lips again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. I want to bite that apple.
“Add another finger, Leone,” Callisto orders, and I shiver at the pet name, quickly obeying. He doesn’t take his eyes from my hole, as he continues to stroke himself slowly.
The whole thing feels intimate to me somehow, and we haven’t even fucked. He hasn’t been inside me at all. I want to change that, though, let him take over. I bet his fingers will feel divine. For now, I simply do it myself, enjoying the feeling of putting on a show for Callisto.
“Fuck this feels so good, Callisto. Bet your fingers would feel so much better,” I moan, fucking myself harder on my fingers, digging my heels into the bed for leverage to grind down.
Before I can protest, Callisto slaps my hand away, grabbing the lube and coating his own fingers.
My eyes stretch wide, a low growl tearing from my throat at the very thought of what I’m finally going to feel.
“Wanna finish opening you up,” Callisto murmurs, slowly pressing two fingers into me.
Fuck. My eyes roll back in my head at the overwhelming feeling of fullness.
It doesn't hurt. I don't mind a bit of pain when I’m bottoming, though.
I prefer it on the rougher side, if I’m honest.
So, I press into his fingers, urging him deeper, moaning at the sensation.
“Your fingers are so big Callisto. More.”
My voice is so deep, I barely recognize it as I look down.
My chest is nothing but a blur of abstract shapes and colorful patterns.
I’m sure there’s more to it, but I can’t make anything out from my angle.
I wish I could see his fingers going in and out of me like I can feel them.
“Take a picture of this,” I blurt out.
“What?” Callisto asks, his fingers pausing at the question, and I can’t stop a growl from escaping my lips. I buck, trying to get him to start moving again, but he doesn’t. He looks at me with wide, unbelieving eyes.
“Wanna see your painting. Wanna see you stretching me open.”
I quickly find my phone and unlock it with sticky fingers.
I tap the camera icon then push it toward his free hand.
He looks like he is going to object, but I wiggle the phone, nodding my head with a pleading expression. I desperately want to see this.
Callisto takes it slowly, moving the screen out of my line of vision. He doesn't start taking pictures right away, tapping the screen over and over again. I can’t see what he is doing, but I briefly wonder if he is trying to call for help.
“You’re so tight, Leone. Shit,” Callisto curses, adding a third finger slowly.
My eyes roll back into my head so far exposing the raw firing of electrodes in my brain.
It looks like lightning and feels like tiny zaps that are shooting straight to my aching, untouched dick.
A moment later, my phone clicks with the snap of the camera app, and for some reason it turns me on.
I open my eyes to find Callisto taking multiple pictures, at various angles with the flash on.
“Right there. Right there. Right there,” I chant when he hooks his fingers enough to bump my prostate, sending more jolts of pleasure through me, the snap of more pictures punctuating the short sentences.
When Callisto stops again, I open my eyes, finding that he’s holding out my phone.
I grab it, and he begins the slow grind of his fingers again.
I have to stare at my phone for a moment before my brain is able to process the picture.
It’s clear that Callisto had been playing with the camera settings on my phone.
It looks professional, I hardly recognize myself.
Bright, jarring colors on my chest and arms hit me first.
The normally dark, shadowy tattoos are now vibrant and full of life.
He has painted around the script on my chest, turning it into a beautiful mixture of brightly colored flowers and sun rays.
Almost as if the rays of the sun are coming from within my chest.
It doesn’t take away from the phrase, though. No. It enhances it, and my chest may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I blink back tears, the paint making me feel so precious, bright and beautiful. Does Callisto think of me like that?
“Please. Callisto. Fuck me. Please. Need it,” I beg, looking between the picture and Callisto, eyes now on the part where he is stretching my hole.
I’m hoping that Callisto can hear the plea in my voice. I don't care how desperate it sounds. I need Callisto inside me. What he had painted on my body does things to my chest, making my heart actually ache. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say them. Instead, I need to show him.
“Is there a condom in here?” Callisto asks, looking around, but I am already shaking my head.
“I’m clean. I know you think I’m a low life, but I swear to you, Callisto, I’m clean. I had a test done three months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since way before that. They were all negative. Please. Fuck me bare,” I suggest,
loathing the very idea of there being any sort of barrier between us right now.
I glance back at the picture, the design painted on my bare chest, the way Callisto’s three fingers are stretching me open. I need this.
“How do you know I am?” Callisto asks, looking down at me, his eyes on the verge of alarmed. I don't have to even think about my answer.
“Doesn’t matter. Gonna die in a few hours anyway. Wanna die with your cum in me.”
I want to feel this. I need to feel this.
This moment of pleasure before my world comes crashing down, and everything grinds to a halt.
Death. Death will still my breath and stop my heart.
I want to give both to Callisto before I’m gone forever.
“Please.”