Page 31 of Romeo vs Romeo

As I released my cock, my hands settled on Roman’s face. I held him gently, testing this new and incredible feeling. When he raised his eyebrows at me, his lips sealing around a third of the length of my cock, a grunt broke out of me.

I swayed back, sliding out before letting myself go in again. Slowly, carefully, I filled him deeper and deeper again. Although he could barely breathe with half of my length firmly in hismouth, Roman put his hands on my ass—male hands on my ass, for the love of all that was unholy—and wouldn’t let me pull out.

My fingers threaded on the back of his head, and my torso leaned back. The tension on my cock increased as the angle widened, my hips swinging back and forth with growing ease as I held Roman’s head firmly before myself. His eyes were wide, eyebrows very high as I filled his throat, making him produce the sexiest choking sounds, and he still held his hands on my ass, making sure I didn’t pull back too far.

And when my cock throbbed abruptly, this maddening pressure on my chest preventing me from inhaling a lungful of air, Roman was the smart and quick one. He moved his hands to my upper legs and nudged me away.

My cock dragged slowly out of his mouth, a silver string of saliva dripping from it thickly as Roman wiped his wet and shiny chin with the back of his hand. He heaved in a breath of air. “Fuck,” he said. “Oh, fuck, Everett…”

My consciousness had narrowed so much that nobody else existed on the planet. Nothing stood between me and him. Nothing could stop me from having what I wanted, especially when Roman grinned with such wicked and beautiful pleasure.

“Let me see you,” I said, my voice sore all of a sudden.

Roman hooked his thumbs inside his bloodred briefs on the small of his back and pulled them down slowly over the curve of his ass. I watched his cheeks appear from under the fabric, and my heart leaped right out of my chest.

Slowly, Roman lifted himself off his knees, his torso bent as he pulled his underwear down his legs, stepped out of them, and straightened.

The sight gave me heart palpitations instantly. It nearly killed me, in fact, as my entire body wanted to move closer to him, but my eyes desired me to remain where I was and take him all in.

Lean and wiry, Roman’s definition was like that of a fine marble statue in the Vatican Museum. His muscles were all rippling knots on his athletic constitution. His skin was bronze after a long summer of wearing little and less. It was smooth as if he had shaved a mere few hours ago. Even where his cock stood straight and unmoving, his balls hanging heavy between his legs, he was hairless. A tan line revealed that his skin was only two shades lighter than bronze. Around the middle of his thighs, sparse, light hair covered him to his ankles. His feet were long and narrow, and his toes were pressed together, forming a gently curving line with their perfect proportions.

My gaze darted from his wide chest to his narrow waist, to his dazzling smile and his stiff, eager cock.

“I want you in my mouth,” I said.

Roman cocked his eyebrow. “Really?”

“Why? Do you think they’ll let me sooner through the Gates of Heaven if I don’t?” I whispered, one side of my lips lifted into a smirk.

“I think we’re both pretty damned already,” Roman said. “And I couldn’t care less.”

“Come here,” I huffed, stepping forward. My arms wrapped smoothly around Roman’s torso, and another flash of fright and anxiety passed through me. His dick touched me just under my hip as our bodies pressed together. It was trapped between us, pulsing twice as my fingers sank deep into the knotty muscles of his back. Its heat was what I felt the most sharply when it rested against my body.

Kissing Roman deeply, alarms sounded in my head. That was my scent I found on his lips. Soon, the roles would be reversed. He would kiss me, and I would be marked with his musk.

My muscles tensed as I slowly and carefully lowered myself to my knees.

Roman’s breath hitched in his throat. His body remained still, hands on my shoulders, neither holding me back nor pushing me down but feathering my skin with his fingertips. When my lips touched the smooth, taut skin of his lower abdomen, I could feel the infinitesimal prickling of shaved hair along his happy trail. It surprised me in the same way every other difference between making love to a girl and a guy had. It was like living in two different dimensions. Even shaved, his skin was rougher than a girl’s. And just under my jawline, his long, swollen cock touched me.

A fearful shudder passed through me as I exhaled. I had denied myself this for so long, yet I had dreamed of it. I had lived through the torment of erotic dreams that never ended wetly but abruptly, with panic waking me up and my chest heaving in hyperventilation, my bed soaked with sweat, my dick throbbing in pain. I had dreamed of pressing my lips against a man’s skin right above the root of his cock, and doing it to Roman made the last restraints of my previous life snap.

I was free of it.

My fingers wrapped around his cock, and I felt it pulse in my fist. Licking my lips, I pulled the memory of Roman doing this same thing ten minutes ago, and I folded my lips over my teeth before extending my tongue slightly to touch the swollen head of his dick. Its flavors spread an explosive sensation through my entire body. Salty and sweet and something I couldn’t place however hard I tried to think, the flavor of his precum soaked my tongue. My lips closed around him, and I bobbed my head forward, trying to take him deeper and immediately learning there was more to this than just swinging back and forth. Trying to inhale, I discovered that the head of his cock easily made breathing impossible.

“Slowly,” Roman husked in a strangled voice.

I placed my hands on his ass and widened the cavity of my mouth, leaning into him and letting him reach deeper along my tongue. My throat constricted instantly when his cock touched it. This reflex was missing from Roman when our roles had been reversed. He had taken me in with remarkable ease now that I could compare us.

Fear of failure fueled my stubborn attempts while Roman moaned, his breaths coming in choked puffs. I decided I couldn’t fit his eight or more inches inside my mouth, so I wrapped my fist around the base of his cock and worked the tip wetly. My tongue pressed the underside of his cock with growing intensity, and my lips sealed so hard that I sucked all the air out of my mouth. Something about it made Roman groan and shiver.

Saliva filled my mouth as if I were a starving man offered a buffet. And the more my mouth watered with my growing appetite for Roman’s body, the easier it was to take him in. My muscles relaxed as his cock slid in and out of my mouth sloppily, making me choke once in every three swings of my head.

I wanted to take him to Heaven and Hell. I wanted to do to him what he had done to me. I devoured him, my chest rising and falling as breaths moved in and out quickly through my nose, often cut off when his dick probed deeper into my throat.

I swayed on my knees, my ass resting on my heels, my hands gripping his narrow waist. The golden cross swung like a pendulum where my neck and head leaned toward Roman, a reminder of what I’d left behind.

Roman threaded his fingers in my thick hair, closing his fists and adding a tingling sensation of pain that made me crazier about him. His head dropped back, and he rose onto his toes, his cock filling my bruised and helpless mouth. He cried out, all his muscles knotting with tension, and he pulled himself out before he could come. Whispering a litany of profanity, Roman said he was so fucking close to spilling his cum down my throat. Part ofme wished he’d lost control and done it. I was suddenly hungry for it.

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