Page 44 of Comforting the Grump

“Doesn’t sound familiar. What’s it about?”

“It’s based on a book about a British prince who falls for the son of the American president.”

My brows hitched upward. “It’s a gay movie?”

“It is. It’s even got some sex scenes, though tastefully done, of course.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

“It’s on Prime. I assume you have that?”

I grinned. “Honey, Amazon is my lifeline. I order literally everything there to avoid having to shop in person.”

“Perfect! It’s charming, funny, and trust me, you’ll love it,” Ennio assured me with a flourish of his hand, the dim light glinting off the subtle sheen of his nail polish. His excitement was infectious, as usual. No one could coax me out of my grumpy shell like he could.

“Alright then,Red, White & Royal Blueit is.” I grabbed the remote, feeling an odd sense of anticipation for something as mundane as a movie night.

As the movie started, I sank deeper into the plush sofa, my limbs lax as the characters on screen danced around each other with a tension that mirrored my own. Ennio’s laugh, light and unburdened, filled the room at every witty exchange, and I found myself stealing glances at him, enviously admiring how effortlessly joy seemed to cling to him. What would it be like to be that open? To embrace life with so few reserves and hold nothing back? I couldn’t even imagine.

The plot thickened, the dialogue crackled, we both laughed at the rapidly evaporating animosity between the two guys, and then there it was—the first sex scene. My breath hitched as the actors moved together with an intensity and eagerness that reminded me of the evening before. Ennio had been so responsive, so tuned into me.

My pulse quickened, my skin grew warm, and my mind replayed scenes from our encounter. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted to bury myself inside him again, hear those little whimpering sounds he made, and taste his soft lips against mine. My cock grew iron-hard within seconds, as if nothing had ever been wrong with me.

“Quite the scene, huh?” Ennio murmured, his voice a feather against my heightened senses.

The movie blurred into the background as our gazes locked. He licked his lips, eyes traveling south and widening when hespotted the outline of my erection. Oh, we were so on the same page.

Ennio scooted over to me, and then I grabbed his wrist and dragged him on top of me. Our lips met without hesitation, a question asked and answered in the same breath. My hand cradled the back of his head, pulling him closer, delving deeper into the taste of him.

Ennio melted into me, responsive and eager, his body pressing against mine as if he wanted to climb inside my skin. Our tongues danced, a mingling of need and want that pushed all rational thought aside. I groaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his quiet sigh. His kisses were intoxicating, like drowning in an ocean of lust and never wanting to come up for air. The way he used his tongue to chase mine, to suck and lick inside my mouth… He made my head spin.

I pressed Ennio to me, our kiss deepening, the air around us charging with electricity. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, and I tugged it upward in one fluid motion, breaking away only long enough to pull the fabric over his head. I traced the outline of his sleek muscles, that quiet strength he carried in his slim frame.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured against his lips, my own shirt discarded somewhere in the tangle of limbs and urgency. There was an artistry to his form, something almost ethereal about the way he moved, how he responded to each touch with a soft moan or a sharp intake of breath.

“Thank you.”

The movie played on, a forgotten backdrop to the real sex scene happening between us. I helped Ennio out of his pants, dragging down his underwear at the same time. His pretty cock slapped against his flat stomach, and I ghosted my fingers down his length, then grabbed his balls and squeezed gently. Ennio’shigh-pitched whimper told me he liked that edge of pain as much as I did.

With my hand caught between us, I pushed my pelvis against his, creating friction. I loved the sounds he made, so unrestrained, so deliciously dirty and erotic.

“Jesus, I want to be inside you again…”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

I halted, meeting his eyes. I hadn’t counted on fucking him again. “You’re not too sore?”

“Don’t care. Need to feel you inside me. You fucked me so good, Marnin. Don’t make me beg.”

Something inside me snapped. The confirmation was all I needed to abandon any pretense of restraint. With a growl, I closed the gap between us once more, claiming his mouth with a fervor that matched the rawness of my desire. He rutted against me, kissing me back with an enthusiasm that had me impossibly hard.

“Hurry up,” Ennio moaned, his hands fumbling with my belt, his eagerness matching mine.

I lifted my hips as he dragged the fabric down, then kicked off my pants and underwear. Naked flesh met naked flesh, and my body shivered in anticipation.

I nipped his bottom lip, and I was pretty sure my grip on him was too hard, bordering on bruising, but he moaned, clearly into it. The fact that he loved a little roughness only fueled my fire and my need to be inside him.

My hands, steady despite the rush of blood deafening my thoughts, found the lube and a condom in the side drawer by the couch. Ennio watched me with that mix of anticipation and impatience that made him irresistible. I slicked my fingers quickly, reaching around to prepare him, wanting him ready for me.

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