Chapter Twelve
Putting the finishing touches on the meal he’d cooked for him and Orsen, Santino smiled.
Having been in the city for the past few days, Santino was eager to spend time with Orsen.
They’d kept in touch, but it wasn’t nearly enough, and Santino wanted to hold and kiss Orsen and maybe do a little more.
Work kept him busy, but he didn’t mind. He’d become accustomed to traveling, and he knew there would be more of it once he moved out of the city.
The city was nice for short-term stays, but Santino knew he could never live there again.
He preferred life here where people knew each other and life tended to run at a slower pace.
A knock on the door had a smile forming on Santino’s lips. Opening the front door, Santino beckoned Orsen inside. Once the door was shut, he pulled Orsen into his arms and kissed him. Orsen moaned and wrapped his arms around Santino’s neck, kissing him back, as his tongue slid along Santino’s.
Santino could feel Orsen’s erect cock through his jeans and he cupped it, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. Orsen jerked, pushed up into Santino’s touch, mumbling his name as they kissed. “Please.”
Santino opened Orsen’s jeans and pulled his dick out, stroking it and rubbing his thumb over the wet head. Orsen cried out, his hips punching up, and when Santino dropped to his knees, Orsen’s eyes grew wide.
The first taste of Orsen on his tongue had Santino groaning.
The bitter, salty flavor made his own dick pulse with the need to be touched, but Santino ignored it.
This was about Orsen and giving him pleasure.
He licked the head, ran his tongue over and around it, then sucked it, feeling it twitch.
A cry from Orsen, then a second later the first spurt of come hit his tongue.
He swallowed everything, then licked the head again to make sure he hadn’t missed a drop.
Standing, he pulled Orsen close, kissing him, sharing Orsen’s taste. Orsen shuddered, then moved away, his head dropping. “Hey. Don’t do that.”
“I came so quickly. I’m sorry.”
Santino tilted Orsen’s head up, looked into his beautiful eyes. “That was your first blowjob, right?” Orsen nodded. “I think I came quicker than that my first time.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I mean, a hot guy with his mouth on my cock? The thought of it alone had me on the edge, so yeah. Don’t worry about it. Plus the night is still young. I’ve missed you, Orsen, and I plan on showing you how much after we’ve eaten.”
Closing his eyes, Orsen murmured, “I really liked it.”
“Me too. I love giving and receiving them. There is no better feeling than knowing you made your partner feel good. I take it as a compliment, so don’t worry.”
Sighing, Orsen nodded, then smiled. “Okay, and more later?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can I do the same to you? I want to touch you as well.”
Santino took Orsen’s hand and placed it on his hard cock. “See what you do to me? I can’t wait for you to touch me.”
Rubbing his cock, Orsen bit his lip. “You feel so big. How will it fit in?”
“You’re thinking about sex?” Santino arched an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah. Eighteen and horny.” Orsen shrugged. “I’m happy to wait, though.”
Chuckling, Santino moved Orsen’s hand away, ignoring his pout. “Later, and the longer you wait, the better the orgasm.”
“Really?” Orsen frowned. “How does that work?”
“Trust me. You’ll find out later.” Santino took Orsen’s hand in his and pulled him into the kitchen, smiling when Orsen gave Charlie a tickle. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving. After I did my work, I helped Crompton with the horses. I had to muck out the stalls. Once I’d done that, I sat on one of the horses.
” Orsen grinned. “First time, too, and it was amazing. Crompton’s going to show me more on saddling and then sitting on a horse while it walks.
Trots? I think that’s it, or a canter?” Orsen frowned, then shrugged. “I’ll learn it all in time.”
Santino pointed at the chair. “Take a seat. I made lasagne and a salad. Want a soda?”
“Please, and you made lasagne? It’s not one you’ve bought?”
“Nope. Homemade. It tastes much better when you’ve made it yourself, and if my mamma found out I bought it rather than made it, she’d be over here to tell me off.”
“I like the sound of your mom.” Orsen giggled when Santino arched an eyebrow at him. “She sounds fierce and strong and protective.” His smile fell, so Santino placed the lasagne on the table, and then crouched next to Orsen. “I’m okay.” Orsen touched his face.
“My mamma will love you once she gets used to the idea of us dating. She’ll think I’m taking advantage.”
“Really? Should I tell her you wouldn’t do anything?”
“Oh, God no. Don’t even mention that. I’m still a virgin, according to her, and she’s met one of my previous partners.”
Smiling, Orsen leaned down and pecked Santino on the lips. “As long as she’s nice.”
Santino brushed Orsen’s hair from his forehead. “She’ll love you.” Standing, Santino grabbed the salad bowl and put it on the table, then sat. “Eat up. I have plans for you later.”
“Oh!” Orsen’s lips parted, a flush covering his cheeks.
Santino talked about what he’d been up to in the city and Orsen told him about his new friends.
Santino agreed he needed more friends his own age.
Now he’d decided to go back to school, he knew Orsen would make more.
Once he overcame his shyness, Orsen was funny and kind.
After they’d finished eating, Santino cleared the table while Orsen picked a movie for them to watch. Or make out to. Going by the looks Orsen had been giving him, Santino knew how the rest of their evening would go.
“Anything worth watching?” Santino asked as he walked into the living room.
“Do you want crime or horror?” Orsen held up two movies he’d selected.
“Aliens. I love the first two movies in the series. The rest… well, not so much.”
“Why DVDs?”
“I bought them, so I’m going to use them. I do have them online as well, but there’s something about putting the disc in then hearing it spin. My parents still have VHS.”
Orsen looked at him, a frown on his face. “What’s that?”
“A tape.” Santino pulled his phone out, found an image, and showed Orsen. “I might have a couple stashed away somewhere. I’ll show you sometime.”
“Hmm. I can see why they got replaced. They’d get damaged easily.” Orsen pointed at the picture. “The tape looks like it would break.”
“Yeah, they can be damaged. Ready for the movie?”
Orsen sat on the sofa and nodded. Santino set it up, and they cuddled as the movie played.
At some point, Orsen lifted his head for a kiss and Santino gave him one, then another.
When Orsen moved closer, Santino helped him straddle his legs, his hands sliding over Orsen’s back.
Orsen moaned, then pulled his T-shirt off.
He ducked his head as he ran a hand over Santino’s chest before tugging on the hem.
Santino leaned forward, grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it off, then pulled Orsen close so their chests rubbed together.
Moaning, Orsen rocked on Santino as Santino held Orsen’s ass, moving with him. Orsen shivered, his tongue tangling with Santino’s, his hands touching Santino’s chest. “My nipples, Orsen. Touch them. Tug on them.”
Orsen bit his wet lip, then rubbed a thumb over one. Santino moaned when Orsen did it again, then groaned when Orsen bent down and licked it. “Yes,” he hissed. “Like that.” As Orsen licked his nipple, Santino rubbed Orsen’s, tugging on the hard nub, causing Orsen to gasp and moan.
Orsen lifted his head, his pupils blown, and he slid off Santino’s legs, his shaky hands reaching for Santino’s zipper. Santino stopped him by holding his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Orsen stared up at him. “Please,” he whispered huskily. “I want to.”
Santino stared at him for a few seconds, then let go of Orsen’s hands and watched him undo the button, then pull the zipper down. When Orsen tugged at his jeans, Santino lifted his hips, watching Orsen stare at his dick as he pulled Santino’s jeans and briefs down. “Oh.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” Orsen licked his lips, then ran his finger over the pre-come coating the head.
He leaned closer, licked over the spongy head, and Santino groaned.
So soft and tentative, it inflamed Santino, and he fought back the urge to take Orsen the way he wanted.
He had to remember Orsen was new to this, and Santino needed to let Orsen take things at his own pace without jumping in with both feet.
More soft licks and slow strokes had Santino trying not to reach out and grab Orsen, directing him where he wanted. God, he wanted to fuck his mouth, but he held back, groaning when Orsen sucked the head before taking more of Santino’s cock into his mouth.
Struggling to keep his hips from thrusting up, Santino gripped the sofa, gasping when Orsen pulled off. “Is this okay?”
Santino reached out and stroked Orsen’s cheek. “You’re doing great. When you pull up, keep your lips tight around my dick. Makes it feel so much better.”
Orsen licked his lips, nodded, then sucked Santino’s dick back into his mouth, his tongue running around the head. He bobbed his head, keeping the seal tight like Santino had told him, and Santino groaned loudly. “Shit, Orsen. So good.”
Orsen hummed and Santino moaned, his fingers tunnelling into Orsen’s hair, holding him but not forcing him. Orsen hummed again, then licked and sucked, and Santino could feel his balls pull up. “Close, Orsen.”
Orsen looked up at him as he licked the head, then sank back down again and resumed bobbing his head.
Santino growled, fingers tightening in Orsen’s hair, his orgasm taking him by surprise.
“Orsen!” Thrusting up, Santino tried to keep control, but he failed when he heard Orsen cough.
Once he’d finished coming, he slumped back on the sofa, and gasped, “Sorry. I didn’t mean… ”
Orsen surged up and kissed him. “I liked it.” A blush covered his cheeks. “I want to do that again.”
“I’m more than willing to let you do that again.” Santino wrapped his arms around Orsen, returning his kiss, their tongues dancing together. “My turn.” He moved Orsen to one side and pulled his own jeans up as he kneeled between Orsen’s legs. “Let’s take these off.”
Orsen’s eyebrows arched up. “My jeans?”
“And underwear. Trust me. You’ll like it.”
Nibbling his bottom lip, Orsen nodded and helped Santino take his jeans and underwear off. Orsen covered his dick, but Santino gently moved his hands away. “Don’t be shy. My mouth has been here. Now I get to look and touch you properly.”
Orsen panted. “I don’t want to come like I did before.”
“You’re young. You have a fast recovery rate.
If you come quickly, you’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes.
” Before Orsen could respond, Santino licked down his dick and sucked one of his balls into his mouth, then pushed Orsen’s legs up so his feet rested on the edge of the sofa. “Keep them there.”
Santino dipped lower, running his tongue down Orsen’s crease, and circled his hole. Orsen cried out as Santino licked and sucked his way back up to the head of his dick, sucking up the juices that spilled free.
Pulling back, Santino rubbed a finger over Orsen’s lips.
“Get it wet for me.” Orsen licked it, his face turning pink.
Santino pushed it in, moving it in and out, then pulled it free and replaced it with his tongue.
Orsen moaned, kissed him back, then whimpered into their kiss when Santino’s wet finger brushed his asshole.
Santino moved back to Orsen’s cock, sucked the head into his mouth, then took him deep as he pushed his finger into Orsen’s hole. Crooking it, he found Orsen’s prostate and rubbed it. He heard the hoarse cry, felt Orsen’s dick jerk, then swallowed as his mouth filled with come.
He kept swallowing until Orsen lay panting on the sofa. He pulled his finger out, then leaned over Orsen and kissed him softly. “Perfect,” he whispered.
Orsen whimpered. “It happened again.”
“Don’t apologize for enjoying what I do. I love tasting you and I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Tonight?”
“The night is young, Orsen. We have plenty of time.”
“And I get to touch you again.” Orsen grinned and wriggled his eyebrows. “Time for you to get naked now!”
Laughing, Santino kissed him. “I can do that.”