Page 269 of Seasons of Love
As soon as he'd unlocked the door, he pulled me into the bedroom, placed the dried flowers on the chest of drawers, and took us into the bathroom.
He pushed me against the sink and placed my hands behind me. His eyes told me to keep them there, so I did. His gaze burned my skin as he undid the buttons of my shirt one by one, placing kisses and little bites as he moved south.
"Shall I undo your pants, too, or shall I touch you like this until you come?" His hand roamed the front of my pants, gripping my cock and rubbing up and down my length. I groaned in frustration.
"Can we get naked, please?"
"Since you ask nicely…" Instead of reaching out for my pants, Tiago took a step back and started undressing himself. Shirt first, then jeans, socks, and underwear. His cock stood hard and thick, pointing in my direction. I didn't realize I'd licked my lips while I was staring at him until I saw his eyes dark with lust looking back at me.
He tugged on his cock and said with a gravelly voice, "On your knees."
I did as he said, and he stepped forward. His cock was at the perfect height, so I took his head in my mouth, tasting his sweet flavor as I teased the slit with my tongue.
"Fuck, Vítor. That feels so good."
I wrapped one hand around his cock and placed the other on his back to urge him to fuck my mouth as I tried to take in as much as I could. The sounds he made were like a song to me, and I cursed that I still had my pants on. I could already feel my underwear wet where I was leaking just from being on my knees for my man.
He put a hand on my shoulder to stop. I let him go with a pop, and he came down on his knees to kiss me.
The tiles were cold on my heated skin as he pushed me back to lie on the floor and finally took pity on my trapped cock. Everything came off at once, my pants, underwear, and my sanity when Tiago put his mouth on my cock and deepthroated me until his nose touched the hairs at the base of my cock.
My orgasm came without any warning. I shouted Tiago's name as he swallowed every last drop of cum before he lay on top of me to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself in his hot mouth.
"Fuck me, that was hot," he said into my mouth.
"Mmm, it sure was." I placed kisses all along his neck, feeling goose bumps appear on his skin. He moaned and flexed his hips against mine. My cock needed a rest before I could take another orgasm, if I was lucky, but his hardness between us still felt amazing.
"I think the one of us that is still hard should get to fuck the one of us that isn't hard," he said, and fuck me if my cock didn't twitch at his words.
"The one of us that is now growing hard wants that very much, but if we're not making it into the shower, can we take this to the bed?"
His laugh was like a balm to my heart. He got up and took my hand in his, pulling me back to the bedroom.
"We can have a shower later. Let's get dirty first," he said.
I laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of me. Tiago rested his head on my chest and took a deep sigh.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Is this really happening? I mean, have you thought it through? Moving to Lisbon permanently, and how about Mateus?"
"Hey, where is this coming from?" I stroked his hair gently, feeling his chest rise with each breath.
"I don't know. I think I'm just afraid to believe I'm getting you as well. It feels like too much luck for one person, and I'm scared something will go wrong."
"Baby, you had me that night at the bar. I just didn't know it then. When I went back to Porto, I was shattered. I confessed everything to Dri at the cemetery like I was confessing to having committed a felony. It wasn't because I'd kissed another man. I confessed because of what that kiss meant to me."
He lifted his head to look at me.
"Vítor, I want to make love to you."
I smiled and nodded.
When I finally felt him inside, it was as though we were getting to know each other for the very first time. This was the Tiago I should have seen all along. Not that he'd been faking his feelings before. I knew he hadn't, but now he'd freed himself from the self-imposed chains around his heart, and he was finally allowing me to go in and make myself at home.
His cock felt amazing inside me, and every time he withdrew, I pulled him back in because the thought of not having him there was too hard to bear. He managed to draw another orgasm out of me with his slow, steady movements followed by rapid thrusts. I shouted his name for the second time in less than an hour, except this time, I heard him shout mine back as I felt his hot release deep inside me.
We lay in the same position with him on top of me for what felt like hours. His warm skin against mine was bliss.
