4. Antonio
Antonio
Lucky tasted like rum.
They barely made it through the door. Like moths and flames and poetic stirrings Antonio could hardly follow, Lucky pressed him into the wall to claim his lips in a hungry kiss. Antonio’s hands wrapped around Lucky’s waist, pulling at the loose shirt until he touched skin.
He hauled the omega up. Lucky wrapped his legs around his hips like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Fingers sank into Antonio’s hair. He groaned into Lucky’s mouth, spinning to push him up against the wall.
Something fell off the foyer table. Antonio didn’t care.
He tilted his head, taking control of the kiss as Lucky arched against him.
Saltwater taffy turned warm with rich caramel. Lucky’s arousal was sweet on the air.
Hands tugged at the short brown strands before sweeping down his neck to slip beneath the collar of his shirt.
Antonio moved two steps over to place Lucky on the narrow table.
Yesterday’s mail scattered on the floor as he broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head with Lucky’s help.
Long fingers spread over his chest. Antonio breathed slowly, holding blue eyes that were bright even in the dark.
Slowly, he pulled Lucky’s shirt up. His fingers brushed over soft skin until he was able to strip it off entirely.
“You’re beautiful.” Antonio whispered the compliment that had lingered on his tongue since he first laid eyes on the omega.
“And you’re very handsome.” Lucky smiled, looping his arms loosely around Antonio’s shoulders. Fingers carded into his hair, tugging him closer as Lucky arched up to press a kiss to his jaw. “Take me to bed.”
Antonio did not need to be told twice. He lifted Lucky, tilting his head to nip the omega’s cheek. “As you command.”
Lucky trailed kisses along his neck and shoulder.
The sharp nip of teeth followed by the warm stroke of his tongue dragged a groan from his lips as he carried the omega through the house.
Upstairs, down a hall, to his room where the door was left cracked.
He was glad he’d spent the morning cleaning…
They fell onto the bed with laughter quickly stifled by kisses. Hungry mouths worked together as hands stroked whatever skin they could find. Warm hands slipped past his waist band, drawing a groan from his chest.
He broke away from Lucky’s lips to press kisses along his jaw. “Are you…” His thoughts were sluggish, especially when a hand cupped him. “Fuck—”
“Am I?” Lucky prompted, dragging Antonio from the distraction of that warm hand.
“Suppressants. Are you…on them as well?” He had condoms, he could go find them, but the way Lucky squeezed him really was not prompting him to move at all.
“Such a responsible alpha.” Lucky cooed in a way that surprisingly didn’t feel condescending. Amused, yes, but not derogatory. “I am.”
That was all he needed to know. Lucky squeaked when he nipped at his throat, fingers teasing along the underside of his ribs. He filed a note in his head that Lucky was ticklish before moving his hands lower to strip the omega of his skort. His own shorts followed, joining Lucky’s on the floor.
Bare to the warm breeze fluttering through his sheer curtains, Antonio let out a slow breath as his eyes roamed Lucky’s form. “Like stars…” His fingers brushed over a swath of freckles and moles splashed over Luc’s stomach.
Lucky caught one of his hands, dragging it up to cup his chest. “I want you to touch me.” The honest desire on Lucky’s face made heat pool in his stomach.
Rubbing his thumb over one pink nub, Antonio lightly kissed Lucky’s lips before moving down along his neck and shoulders. “I have never wanted anything more.” He breathed the words against Lucky’s skin. Antonio nipped his clavicle, sucking a bruise over the bone as he worked his way down.
Antonio teased sensitive nipples with his tongue as his hands wandered lower.
The omega arched into him, little sounds spilling out.
Long fingers worked into his hair as Lucky held him to his breast. He sucked and nipped at tender flesh until Lucky writhed beneath him.
Moving further down, his thumbs pressed into the dips of Lucky’s hips.
He could taste the sea on Lucky’s skin. Every kiss or swipe of his tongue came with that familiar salt as he moved lower. Lucky brought his legs up, draping them over Antonio’s shoulders.
Lucky didn’t need to tell him what to do with such a perfect invitation. He nipped the soft skin just below Lucky’s bellybutton, earning a breathless giggle. Fingers tightened in his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp as he moved closer and closer to Lucky’s cock.
Taking him in hand, Antonio licked a hot stripe along the underside of his length. Lucky’s soft thighs squeezed around his ears. The fingers in his hair tightened as Antonio wrapped his lips around the tip, bobbing his head slowly. Lucky’s moans and gasps grew as he teased the tip with his tongue.
Squeezing the omega’s thigh, Antonio slipped one hand lower. He groaned around Lucky’s length as his fingers brushed against Lucky’s slick hole. Lucky writhed, hips bucking up to sink deeper into Antonio’s mouth at the first touch.
“Yes, fuck, want you inside—” Lucky’s thighs flexed around his head as the pleading words spilled out.
Antonio pressed two fingers in and pulled off Lucky’s cock with a growl. “Eres perfecto para mí…” He sank his teeth into Lucky’s thigh, dragging a moan from him.
Thrusting his fingers in roughly, he took the omega’s small cock back into his mouth.
Lucky bucked, fucking himself on his hand and into his mouth.
The scent of him grew stronger, that delicious candy scent, sugary and warm and mouthwatering.
A third finger earned more whines. Lucky pulled at his hair.
A litany of moans, whimpers, and desperate encouragement spilled from Lucky. He made his pleasure known, and when his back bowed off the mattress, Antonio growled. The omega spilled down his throat, hole fluttering around his fingers as he worked Lucky through the orgasm.
He only pulled away when Lucky’s muscles went lax, legs falling blissfully open.
“Look at you…” Antonio’s fingers slipped from Lucky’s body. Blue eyes watched him closely as he licked sweet slick from his fingers. The sound that escaped Lucky was half groan, half whine. He laughed softly, moving up Lucky’s body to kiss him lightly. “Cantando para mí como un canario.”
“Canaries are yellow.” Lucky mumbled against his lips, cupping Antonio’s cheek.
“I’ve seen red ones.” Antonio arched a brow, brushing Lucky’s curls away from his sweaty forehead. He curled his fingers in them, toying with the strands.
“You’ll have to show me sometime.” Lucky brushed their noses together. “Next time.”
“Next time?” Antonio repeated. He certainly wanted a next time, several if he could manage it…
The overly sentimental part of him wanted to know more about Lucky.
Not just his professional interests but his personal likes, his favorite foods, favorite candy, and his favorite time of day.
It felt ridiculous. But when Lucky smiled at him so sweetly, he let himself hold onto foolish hope.