Page 64 of Comforting the Grump

“Come on, slowpoke!” Ennio called over his shoulder.

I followed at a more sedate pace, carrying our bags and putting them in Ennio’s bedroom. Inside, Ennio was a whirlwind of activity, flitting from room to room, straightening picture frames and fluffing pillows.

As I watched him unpack, reveling over items he hadn’t seen in a while, it struck me how truly joyful he was to be here. His face was luminous, his eyes crinkling with delight as he rediscovered his home.

Clearly, Ennio had deeply missed having his own space, roots, and history. A pang went through me. What was it like to be that deeply attached to a place? I liked my apartment in Seattle well enough, but I highly doubted I’d be this joyous over returning to it after a few weeks.

Though I had to admit it’d felt more like a home since Ennio had moved in, probably because he left his stuff everywhere, which had changed my once tidy and maybe somewhat sterile apartment into an actual home. The thought unsettled me.

I unpacked the little weekend bag I brought, putting my stuff in a drawer Ennio had emptied for me. I never packed much. How many clothes could a man possibly need for one weekend? Ennio, of course, had brought half his wardrobe, but then again, looking as fabulous as he did took effort, or so he kept assuringme. It was all good with me. And he did usually look spectacular, so there was that.

Once I was done unpacking, I headed back downstairs. Ennio was in the kitchen, and when he saw me, he threw his arms around me in an exuberant hug. I chuckled and pulled him close, breathing in his citrusy scent. Ennio fit perfectly against my body, his slender form molding to mine.

A frisson of electricity sparked between us at the contact. Ennio turned to me, his blue eyes alight with joy and something deeper, more intense. “I’m so happy you’re here with me, Marnin,” he said softly, reaching out to caress my cheek.

His sincere, heartfelt words hit me like a punch to the gut. I struggled to comprehend the depth of emotion swelling within me. When had Ennio become so essential to my life, to my happiness? The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Unable to verbalize the tempest of feelings inside me, I did the only thing I could—I kissed him. I captured his lips with mine, pouring all the pent-up desire, the confusing tenderness, into the kiss. Ennio responded with equal fervor, his hands fisting in my hair, his lithe body pressing against mine.

As usual, the heat between us ignited like sparks to dry tinder. He tasted like coffee, of the caramel syrup he loved so much, and I wanted to drink him in. I lifted him onto the kitchen counter, and he clung to me like a koala, rubbing himself against me.

Fuck, I wanted him. I always wanted him. Not once had my body betrayed me when I was with Ennio. I didn’t want to spend too much time analyzing why that was. Live in the moment, right? It had always been my motto.

Our shirts came off, and I reveled in his naked skin against mine.

“Not here,” Ennio moaned against my lips. “Not in the kitchen.”

Okay, fair enough. I lifted him off the counter, and we stumbled to the couch, mouths fused together, hands roaming restlessly. I somehow managed to fall backward with Ennio on top of me, and he straddled my lap, never breaking the kiss. I groaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips, our hardening erections grinding together through our clothes.

“Ennio,” I gasped, my head falling back as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

He laughed breathlessly, nipping at my collarbone. “Good. That’s exactly what I want.”

With a low growl, I flipped us over, pinning Ennio beneath me on the couch. I rocked my hips forward, relishing his choked moan. “What you do to me,” I rasped, catching his lower lip between my teeth. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Ennio arched into me, his nails raking down my back. “Then take me. I’m all yours.”

A primitive, possessive need surged through me at his words. Mine. He was mine, just as I was his. The thought simultaneously thrilled and frightened me. But with Ennio warm and willing beneath me, I couldn’t resist him, couldn’t resist this. The heat between us was intoxicating, all-consuming, and I was more than happy to drown in it.

I kissed him again, fiercely, desperately, as I fumbled with his ridiculously tight pants. Jesus, I literally had to peel them off him, but oh, was it worth it. The skimpy, lacy red panties he wore underneath had me drooling. I took a moment to admire how they framed that pretty cock of his. “Turn around for me,” I said hoarsely.

Ennio shot me a seductive glance—as if I needed to be seduced at this point, really—and slowly turned on his stomach. The panties were a thong, I now saw, only a thin trail of lace between his luscious ass cheeks, making it look utterlydelectable, like a perfect peach I wanted to bite into. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I unbuckled my pants and sent them to the floor, taking the packet of lube out of my wallet first. My socks and underwear followed. Hell if I was gonna wait until we were in the bedroom. No one could see us, and even if they could, I so didn’t care.

I slathered my cock with lube and squeezed the rest out on my fingers. I’d fucked Ennio every single day this week, so he needed little prep. Besides, he liked it when I went rough on him.

I pulled the string of his thong to the side and pressed two fingers against him. He pushed his ass back, letting me in with a little whimper. My fingers sank all the way inside him, and after pumping a few times, he was ready for me. He seemed to agree because he put a pillow underneath his hips and spread his legs.

I lay on top of him and lined up. Pushing myself up with one hand, I pressed inside him, forcing myself past that initial resistance of his body.

“Ohfuck-ohfuck-ohfuck,” Ennio moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I had no intention to, and I kept going until I was buried to the hilt inside him, our bare bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces. I drew back just enough to drink in the sight of Ennio spread out beneath me, his pale skin flushed, his ass pushed back wantonly.

Another day, I’d savor the sight of him in those lace panties, but right now, I needed him.

Placing my elbows on either side of his head, I stretched out and rolled my hips, driving deep inside him. I fucking loved this position. Don’t get me wrong, watching his face as I pleasured him was amazing and the most arousing sight ever, but I could go so hard and deep like this.

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