Chapter Twenty-Two
As soon as Santino opened the door, he had his arms full of Orsen. Laughing, he shut the front door, asking, “Is this going to become a thing?”
Grinning, Orsen kissed him. “Yep.”
“What do you want?” Santino slid his lips over Orsen’s jaw, nibbled his ear, hearing Orsen’s soft moan. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you to, you know, have sex with me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
Orsen trembled in his arms. “Yes. I want you inside me. I want to know what it feels like.”
“Pretty fucking good if you’re with the right person.
” Santino walked over to the bedroom and shut the door before Charlie could get inside.
He placed Orsen on the bed, then stood and watched Orsen pull his T-shirt off as he tried to kick his sneakers off his feet.
Santino helped to strip Orsen, then lay on top of him fully clothed, and kissed him like he’d wanted to all week.
His week away in the city had dragged, and now he was home where he belonged.
Shimmying down Orsen’s body, he sucked his dick, bobbing his head, not stopping even as Orsen squirmed and gasped.
He wanted to taste Orsen on his tongue and then he was going to play with his body until he came again.
Orsen cried out, and Santino’s mouth flooded with come.
He swallowed it all, then licked Orsen’s dick before moving up his body and taking Orsen’s lips in a deep kiss.
“Santino,” Orsen murmured.
“Hi.”
Orsen laughed, then pulled him down for another kiss. “Hi.”
Santino moved away, then stripped before coming back to lay over Orsen. “I’m going to touch you all over, then make you come.”
“Yes,” Orsen breathed the word. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” Santino licked Orsen’s lips, captured his moan when he slipped his tongue between them and buried his hands in Orsen’s hair, holding him close.
Moaning, Santino moved between Orsen’s legs, rubbing their cocks together.
Orsen was semi-hard—oh, to be young and always hard again—but Santino knew he would be ready to go again in a couple of minutes.
Orsen shifted beneath him, his body arching up, then dropping back to the bed.
Santino took in his moans and soft gasps, let Orsen feel how hard his cock was as he kissed him, their tongues dancing.
Santino didn’t know how long they kissed, but when he felt Orsen’s rigid length, he broke the kiss and nibbled over his jaw, then kissed down Orsen’s neck.
Orsen’s fingers tangled in Santino’s hair, held Santino to his chest when Santino licked his nipple.
Biting it, Santino played with the other nipple, feeling Orsen lift off the bed, his groan filling the air. “Santino.”
Santino bit him again, then tugged on the other nipple before kissing down Orsen’s chest. He splayed his hand across it, noticing Orsen was broader now, the work he did on Crompton’s farm building his body.
“God, you look so good.” He bit Orsen’s abs, felt him tense, then relax on a soft whimper, Orsen’s fingers tugging his hair.
Santino smiled, then licked down the hard shaft before nuzzling Orsen’s balls.
“I’ve missed your smell.” Santino inhaled, groaning.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Licking over the wrinkled skin, he nibbled on it, then sucked it into his mouth, letting his tongue roam over it.
Orsen pushed up, his legs spreading wide as Santino sucked on his ball, then let it fall free.
Grabbing Orsen’s legs, he pushed them up and out. “Hold them there.”
He didn’t wait to see what Orsen did. He licked over Orsen’s asshole, feeling it quiver under his tongue, his unique flavor bursting over his taste buds.
Moaning, Santino lapped at Orsen, taking him in, feeling his body shudder under his tongue.
All week he’d been waiting to come home to Orsen and now that he was here, Santino wanted to devour him.
Licking Orsen’s ass, Santino grabbed the lube and poured some on his fingers.
Rubbing a finger over Orsen’s hole, he pushed one inside, feeling Orsen tighten on it.
He waited until Orsen relaxed, then moved his finger in and out of Orsen’s ass, then bent it, searching for Orsen’s prostate.
He knew when he hit it by Orsen’s strangled cry.
Licking around his finger, Santino rubbed Orsen’s prostate, feeling Orsen’s body shudder. “Ready for a second?”
Orsen moaned, then mumbled, “Yes.”
Santino slid a second finger inside and waited for Orsen to relax.
Orsen’s whole body tightened, and Santino licked and kissed Orsen’s inner thighs, then licked around his fingers embedded in Orsen’s ass.
Orsen gasped, moaned softly, and slowly relaxed.
Slowly moving his fingers, Santino rubbed Orsen’s prostate, kissed his inner thigh, then moved up to suck the head of Orsen’s dick into his mouth.
Orsen cried out, his body bowing, and Santino swallowed as Orsen shot down his throat.
When Orsen slumped back on the bed, panting, Santino kissed back up his body, then gently kissed his lips. “Hey.”
“Hmm. Wow. I might need a few minutes.” Orsen smiled, his blue eyes sparkling, and Santino kissed him again, his fingers sliding into Orsen’s long hair. “I need to cut it,” Orsen mumbled against Santino’s lips. “It’s getting too long now.”
“If you want to. It’s up to you. If you want to grow it, you can. You’re a man now, Orsen. You get to decide.”
“I like being able to decide what I want. Sometimes I forget.” Orsen sighed into their kiss. “I missed you so much.”
“I don’t have to go to the city for a couple of weeks, so I’ll be here.”
“Good.” Orsen lifted his head, kissed Santino deeply, and Santino rubbed against him, his dick desperate for more than a few rubs, but he could wait.
Santino was a patient man. After a few more minutes of kissing, Santino moved back down Orsen’s body, slicked three fingers with lube, and pushed two inside.
Tagging Orsen’s prostate, he rubbed it, seeing Orsen’s dick harden.
Orsen murmured Santino’s name, then gasped when Santino pushed a third finger inside.
He made sure to find Orsen’s prostate, rubbed it, caressed it while watching a flush cover Orsen’s skin. “Santino, please.”
“Are you ready for me, Orsen? Want me to fuck you?”
Orsen shuddered and murmured, “Yes.”
Santino grabbed a condom, rolled it on, then covered it with lube. Taking a deep breath, he lined up with Orsen’s hole, then pushed inside. Orsen clenched around him and Santino gritted his teeth, and once the head slipped inside, he paused and lay over Orsen, kissing him. “Orsen.”
He heard Orsen pant and ran his fingers over Orsen’s cheek. Swallowing, Orsen whispered, “I’m okay. I thought it would hurt more but… move please.”
Santino pushed inside, and when he was fully in, he paused again, waiting for Orsen to relax. “Are you okay?”
“I… move. I think I need you to move right now.”
Santino pulled out, then slid back in, moaning at the way Orsen wrapped around him.
He kept it nice and slow, making sure Orsen was okay.
Orsen slowly moved with him, soft moans escaping, and he tugged Santino down, kissing him.
“Lift your legs, wrap them around my waist.” Orsen did, and Santino moved a hand down so he could hold Orsen’s hip, keeping him close.
Orsen’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open. “Oh! That feels so good. That spot…”
Santino grunted, made sure to stay in that position so his dick rubbed his prostate. “There?”
“Yes! Oh yes. That’s it.” Orsen wrapped his arms around Santino, kissing him, thrusting his tongue inside Santino’s mouth, letting it slide along Santino’s.
Santino held him tight, moved faster, gripped Orsen’s hip tighter, returned Orsen’s kisses.
“Santino,” Orsen mumbled, his body bowing. “Oh! Santino!”
Santino thrust deeper into Orsen, gritting his teeth when Orsen’s body squeezed around him.
He gasped, held Orsen close, kept moving as Orsen shot between them, then kissed his lips, cheeks and jaw as Orsen lay panting.
Picking up speed, Santino groaned as he thrust into Orsen’s body, feeling him clench around him, his balls pulling up as his orgasm neared.
“Orsen,” he whispered. Santino gripped Orsen tighter and moved harder when Orsen pulled him closer, crying out Orsen’s name as he came.
Lying over Orsen, Santino panted, then lifted his head and kissed Orsen’s plump lips. “Hey.”
Orsen smiled, then ran his fingers over Santino’s cheek. “I really liked that. Can we do it again?”
Santino chuckled, then winced as he slipped out of Orsen’s ass.
Holding the condom at the base, Santino slipped out, removed it, wrapped it in tissue, and dropped it in the wastebasket.
Once done, he lay on the bed and pulled Orsen closer, his hand sliding over Orsen’s arm as Orsen rested his head on Santino’s chest. “How do you feel?”
“I can feel my ass,” Orsen grumbled, “but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“I’ll run us a bath in a few minutes. That will help soothe you.”
“Soothe my ass,” Orsen muttered. “When can I do that again? I think I prefer you having sex with me. I liked being inside you, but I think I like this more.”
“How about after the bath and after I’ve fed us, or after I’ve ordered takeout? Do you want pizza or something else?”
“Can we try something else? I liked the Mexican food we had the other week.”
“I can order that for you. We can have some dishes we both like and try a couple of new ones.”
“That sounds good. We should do that, and I won’t have a drink. I’ve given up drinking.”
Santino grinned, ignoring the fact Orsen wasn’t legally old enough to drink. “Was this after you had some of Crompton’s brew?”
Lifting his head, Orsen said, “I never knew it was that strong. I knew it was strong, but not that strong. My head hurt so much the next day and then Devon’s mom made us breakfast and I couldn’t eat it because my stomach was trying to find a new person to live in, but I couldn’t refuse so I forced myself to eat it and then Crompton came to pick me up and he knew.
” Orsen’s eyes widened. “He just knew, and he glared at me the entire ride home and I couldn’t say anything because I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t, not in Crompton’s truck, and he knew that too. He knew!”
Santino tried to stop from laughing but couldn’t hold it back. Orsen glared at him, then pinched one of Santino’s nipples. “Hey!”
“How can you laugh? It took days to recover!”
“Because I did the same thing as a teenager too, and I also swore off alcohol. Didn’t work though.
I’ve been hungover far too many times, and each time I swear I’m never having a drink again.
” Santino pulled Orsen down and kissed him, then laughed when Orsen narrowed his eyes at him. “It’s called growing up.”
“You’re telling me I’ll do it again?”
“Yes, when you’re legal.” Santino yelped when Orsen pinched. “What was that for?”
“How old were you when you first got drunk? I bet you weren’t legal.”
“I was a teenager, so no, I wasn’t, and I was younger than you. My mamma went nuts, then all dramatic, then went nuts again. It did put me off drinking again for a few months. You’re a teenager and now you have friends, so go out and have fun.”
“Thank you for your permission.” Orsen arched an eyebrow at him. “And I am a teenager.”
“I am in my thirties and now I feel old.” Santino’s brow furrowed and once again he was aware of the difference in their age. “Orsen—”
“Nope. I won’t let you go there. I am younger than you, but that means you can show me the way. Warn me about mistakes and then hold my hand when I still do them.”
Snorting, Santino nodded. “That’s true. My pops would tell me not to do something and I’d still do it.” Kissing Orsen, Santino asked, “Bath?”
Smiling, Orsen kissed him again. “Please.”