Chapter Seventeen #5
By the time Damir finished kissing him, they’d both struggled out of their suit jackets, and Kilian had unbuttoned Damir’s pants.
They were tailored well, and his magnificent ass held them up despite the open fly, so Kilian was forced to push them down.
He then grabbed two handfuls of Damir’s toned, round backside.
Damir smiled against his lips. His big hands tracked heat across Kilian’s skin through the thin layer of his lace shirt. “I love how this looks on you,” he said.
Aware he was going an awful, blotchy red but unable to stop it, Kilian said, “Thank you.”
Damir pecked his lips again and undid Kilian’s pants, tugging on them to pool around his ankles. Kilian stepped out of them, and Damir groaned as he looked down between them to find Kilian had opted for matching underwear.
“How did you hide those in the changing room?”
“Under my towel. I know it’s dumb. They just make me feel…pretty.”
“You are pretty,” Damir said with such fervor Kilian had to push him toward the bed.
“You have lube?”
“Suitcase, inside pocket.”
Kilian turned to root through the mess of Damir’s suitcase. By the time he’d located a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, Damir had undone his shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it aside before leaning back on the bed.
The full stretch of his body was something to behold, all long, muscular six-foot-seven of him displayed for Kilian’s viewing pleasure. The hair on his chest and between his legs grew thick and wiry. The muscles in his quads and abdomen strained as he shifted on his elbows, getting comfortable.
“I can’t believe you want me,” Kilian blurted out. He deposited the supplies on the bed and stripped off his shirt. But when he made for the panties, Damir made a displeased sound.
“Hm?”
“Can you leave them on? For now?”
Kilian climbed up onto the bed, knee-walking between Damir’s spread legs until he could cage Damir in, propped up on his wrists.
He leaned down to kiss Damir and lost himself immediately in the heated line of their bodies pressed together from shoulder to hip to thigh. Damir felt so good, so solid and real and everything Kilian wanted.
Another pang went through him for the inevitable difficulties they would face, a preemptive sadness for insurmountable obstacles, and then he buried those fears in Damir’s mouth. Now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to prove he could take care of Damir.
If it were Kilian, he’d want to get to the main event as fast as possible.
The whole point of getting fucked was to get fucked, and if it happened a bit too fast, a bit too harsh, a bit too mean, all the better.
But Damir had made such a fuss about Kilian’s first time going the way it had, so Kilian guessed he’d prefer to be treated sweetly.
He kissed all over Damir’s neck and chest, stroked his hands along Damir’s sides and up and down his arms. The heat between them built slow and steady until Damir’s cock was a hard line against his stomach and the head of Kilian’s peeked out above the waistband of his panties.
When Damir strained up against him, following his mouth for more and grinding his hips into Kilian’s, Kilian reached for the lube.
He didn’t expect the way Damir tensed when Kilian reached between his legs with wet fingers.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” Damir’s legs shifted. “I just…haven’t been touched much there before.”
“Why not?” Kilian drew slow circles around Damir’s hole with his slicked-up fingers.
“This may come as a shock to you, but most men don’t look at me and think ‘bottom.’”
As punishment for the snark, Kilian bit Damir’s thigh.
Damir’s hips squirmed away, his cock grazing Kilian’s jaw.
Kilian hid a smile in his skin. So Damir didn’t enjoy pain himself, though he knew how to make it hurt just right for Kilian. He really did want to be treated gently.
He kissed up the line of Damir’s inner thigh gently as he eased the first finger in. The second followed as he licked down the other side, then started moving both fingers steadily.
Chancing a look up at Damir’s face, Kilian found him watching intensely, as though he wanted to remember everything Kilian did.
“I guess this will be a first for both of us,” Kilian blurted out.
Damir’s face melted into a smile. “Come up here.”
Kilian pulled his fingers free and scrambled to obey.
Damir grasped both sides of Kilian’s face gently and pulled him into a soft, devastating kiss. When he decided he was done—how, Kilian had no idea; he never wanted to be done—he said, “You should fuck me now.”
“Are you sure you’re ready? I mean, I’m not that big, but—”
“You’ve taken me with less prep.”
“Yeah, well, I like when it hurts.”
Damir stroked across Kilian’s cheek again. “I can take it. Please, Kilian.”
There was a short break while Kilian struggled to open the condom with one hand covered in lube.
Damir had to help him and then rolled it onto Kilian’s cock himself.
On the one hand, it was a good idea because Kilian had never had to put on a condom before and would certainly fuck it up.
On the other, Damir’s hand stroking down his aching, erect cock felt too good for comfort.
The way he roughly pulled aside Kilian’s lace panties, fitting his cock through the leg hole, also didn’t help.