Chapter 12 Fuck Me Now. Kiss Me Later.
Vincent lifts his head, blinking his eyes hard. “What time is it? Did we fall asleep?”
I lean in and give him a quick kiss. “We must have. I don’t remember when, though. I’m gonna swap into some shorts and brush my teeth. You want to sleep in your meeting clothes or get changed, too?”
He wipes his eyes. “No, I’m getting up. I brought clothes with me this time, remember?” Vincent grabs his bag and pulls out extra clothes, quickly changing into gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt. The clothes that he left here are hanging on my closet door.
“Hey, looks like your outfit from the other night is clean, which is good, because you didn’t bring a coat for tomorrow, right? Unless you stuck everything in that bag, which I doubt.”
“Oooh, nice. I’ll have to thank Tilly for washing everything for me.”
I slip into my shorts and head into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Vincent is sitting on my bed looking at his phone.
He looks so cute when he’s trying to figure something out.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing him in my room.
Although, right now, he suddenly looks upset, his forehead is all scrunched up.
“Hey,” I say, with my toothbrush in my mouth. “Everything okay?”
He nods at me. “Yeah, just texting Matteo that I’ll meet him in my room tomorrow around eleven, so we can go over some things. Also texted my dad to let him know about the change of plans. He shouldn’t be pissed as long as I meet with him.”
I want to tell him that my father and I picked up on a few strange things, but I also don’t want to damage his relationship with that asshole if I’m wrong.
He’s been a part of Vincent’s life for just as long as I have, it wouldn’t be right for me to put an idea in his head for no reason.
Telling him his adopted brother could have ulterior motives might be the wrong decision.
“Yeah, there’s really no way for you to avoid meeting with him before the inspection. ”
“Well, I’m gonna tell him that he either accepts our relationship, or he can’t be my first mate.”
I blow air from my mouth, then continue brushing my teeth.
I hate that this even matters to Matteo.
Who gives a shit if we’re two men? If it’s not your relationship, it’s not your business.
Why is he still so pissed off about it? There is an option I hadn’t considered, which is that he could like Vincent…
but I doubt that. Well, at least Harlow will be watching them in his room tomorrow, so if that’s the case, I doubt she’d sit by and watch him do anything.
Besides, if Matteo tried anything, Vincent would push him off anyway.
He’s pretty scrappy. No, wait, I’m not okay with that…
Thinking of another guy trying to kiss him was a mental image I did not need.
I spit in the sink, while thoughts of claiming him run rampant in my mind.
I’ve never been a jealous man, but fuck—he is mine and no one else can have him.
I take his phone out of his hand and slide it onto the nightstand, then lift him under his arms to the middle of the bed, pinning his wrists over his head and crushing his lips with mine.
My tongue eagerly invades his mouth, and I’m sucking and kissing him harder than I’ve ever done before.
I need to feel him, I need to be one with him.
Vincent whimpers a bit, and I pull back from the kiss to be sure he wants this just as much as I do. “Do you want me?”
He nods at me. “I want you so fucking bad, baby.”
I release his wrists and take his shirt off, sliding it over his head.
With his hard chest exposed, I graze my hands across it, then move to lick his nipple, taking the other between my fingers, lightly squeezing it.
He loves it, his cock is already so hard in his sweatpants against my abs.
I’m sucking and licking all over his chest, but I think it’s the squeezing that really drives him crazy.
Every time I pinch his nipple, his ass lifts off the bed, while he presses against me.
Gripping my hair tightly, he moans, “Ah, fuck, Sivan…”
“You like that?” I make my way down his stomach, kissing and licking the ridges of his abs, stopping when I reach his waistband. His thick hard cock is beside my face, and I kiss it through the fabric. “Look how hard you are for me… You’re so good, Vincent.”
“Sssivan—” He brushes his fingers through the top of my hair. “Do you really think I’m good?”
I nod, pulling his sweatpants down, and he slides them off, kicking them onto the floor.
“I think you’re very good, Vincent.” I wrap my hand around his warm hard dick and squeeze it, slowly licking him from base to tip, looking up as he watches me.
I take all of his cock into my mouth, going down slowly, then pulling up, until I find a comfortable rhythm, one that has Vincent grasping the sheet with one hand and my hair with the other.
I pull his cock out but continue jerking it. “Do you want to come for me like this?”
“Yes—yes, Sivan, make me come.”
“You want to come in my mouth?” I stick my tongue out flat and flick the head of his cock, trying to draw that delicious hot cum from it. I’ve tasted him before, but I haven’t gotten a mouthful of it yet.
He turns his face to the side, and grips my hair tighter, as I take him deep again. “Mmm—mmm,” I moan on his cock. With my hand coated in my own spit, I jerk him harder and faster. “I want you to come for me, Vincent. Be a good boy and give me what I want.”
“Mmm—nnn—Sivan, sssay it again…” He grips my hair, thrusting his hips forward, shoving his cock into my mouth. “Suck my cock and call me a good boy.”
I wrap my lips around his dick, rolling my tongue around the head before I pop off for a moment. “Come for me like a good boy. Show me how much you like this.”
He’s panting and grasping at my hair, begging, “Suck…it.” He holds the back of my head and grinds into my mouth. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
I pump and suck him at the same time, eagerly awaiting the taste. I’m taking him so fast and so deep, that I nearly gag when the first pulse of cum shoots in the back of my throat.
“I’m coming,” he breathes out. “I’m coming for you…”
“Mmm—mmm,” I moan and continue pumping and sucking, as more cum coats the inside of my mouth.
I had no idea the absolute satisfaction I would feel from swallowing his cum.
Or maybe it’s that I feel satisfied knowing that I made him come with my mouth.
No, satisfied is not the right word, because I’m not satisfied, it’s not enough…
I want everyone to know that he belongs to me.
I want to fuck the hell out of him, so that he’s walking funny tomorrow, then when anyone asks him why, he’ll remember this.
I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want him.
I’ve never craved the feeling of someone else’s body wrapped around me… until him.
I climb atop him, slowly dragging my cock over his, then kiss him with force. He grabs the back of my head, pulling my face in closer, our tongues crashing together. “Mmm,” I moan and pull back, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.
“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head at me, holding my cheek. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
I smile, then kiss is forehead. “The problem is that I want to kiss you.”
“How is that a problem?” he asks, lifting his head from the pillow and touching his lips to mine softly.
“Because there are two sides of me at war for what I want to do with you. One side wants to kiss you sweetly, and the other wants to fuck you so hard that you’re walking sideways at the inspection tomorrow. I can’t do both, so that’s the problem.”
He raises his eyebrows and reaches in between us, sticking his hand in my shorts. His mouth hangs open while he squeezes my dick. “Fuck me now. Kiss me later.”
I kiss him once more then stand up to get the lube. “I want you to bend over, Vincent. Let me take you from behind.”
He shakes his head at me, grinning. “No. Only if you tell me I’m good.”
I nod slowly at him while dropping my shorts to the ground, then squirt the lube into my hand.
“I think my boyfriend has a bit of a praise kink. They say that people who have praise kinks sometimes have the opposite, too.” I stroke myself slowly, rubbing the lube all over my dick. “You want to test that theory?”
He nods at me. “Yeah, I might like that, too.”
“So slutty. Bend over now, you filthy fucking boy, and let me come deep in your tight little hole.”
“Whoo—yep. I have that, whatever that is, the opposite of praise kink. Fuck me.” He giggles, flipping over onto all fours, raising his ass in the air for me. “I still feel a little embarrassed in this position, but I love the way it feels.”
Well, I can’t have him feeling like that. Before getting into bed, I quickly turn the light off, darkening the room. “I don’t like that I can’t see you as well, but does that feel less embarrassing?”
“That’s sweet,” he says. “But put the lights back on. I like watching you fuck me in that mirror over there.” He raises his chin toward the mirror on the opposite wall of my room. “I noticed it last night—it was so hot. Well, you looked sexy, I don’t know about me. That was the embarrassing part.”