Page 10 of Now Comes the Dark

Roman laughed nervously and took another drink.

Mallon’s intense grey eyes were laser focused. Roman found it impossible to maintain contact with them.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” Mallon asked.

“No,” he said quickly. “It’s not you. It’s well…everything. This place is not what I’m used to, and it’s been an unusual night already. I guess, I’m a little overwhelmed.”

Mallon’s face was deadly serious. “Still want to fuck? After all you’ve been through.”

“Oh God, yes.” Roman stepped forward. Did Mallon think he’d gone cold on the idea? Even worse, had Mallon gone cold on the idea. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Mallon’s eyes narrowed. The moment was interminable as he weighed up the situation. At last, he gave a tiny nod and took another sip of whisky. “Take off your pants. Let me see your ass.”

Roman’s pulse quickened again. He set his drink on the coffee table and lifted his T-shirt.

“No,” Mallon said, raising his hand. “Leave that on. Just your bottoms off. I want to see your ass, nothing else. And turn around.”

Heat rushed to his face.What kind of request is this?It seemed so strange, and yet his cock was like an iron rod. He turned. It was suddenly easier with his back to Mallon, without that scrutinising stare. He stepped out of his Converse shoes and unfastened his jeans, shoving them to his ankles and stepping out, kicking them aside. He wore a pair of navy trunks. He paused for a moment, knowing how well they hugged his arse, before shoving them off completely and pulling his shoes back on. “Like this?” he asked, standing straight.

Silence from behind. His heart hammered against his ribs.Is my arse not good enough for him?For an otherwise slender guy, Roman knew his butt was on the chunky side. Did Mallon want something smaller? Perter? Tattooed? Like Cameron?

Mallon released a deep, guttural groan. “That ass is fucking perfect. Raise your T-shirt a little. Show me more.”

Roman obeyed, gathered the hem of his shirt to expose his cheeks.

Mallon let out another appreciative groan and muttered something in a language Roman didn’t understand. It sounded like French, but he couldn’t be certain. He was used to posing. It was all part of the dating game. Guys on apps always asked him to show this or that, to bend in a certain way or spread his legs to their requirements. Roman could get himself into all kinds of positions to suit the needs of random strangers. At least with Mallon, he didn’t have to factor in the angle of his camera. He leaned forward, widening his stance to show off more of his arse. He tilted his hips slowly from side to side. He’d edited enough of his own videos to know his butt looked good like that.

He glanced over his shoulder. Mallon was in the same position as before, his ankle crossed on his knee, as he nursed his drink and feasted his eyes.

Oh, yes. He likes it all right.

Roman spread his feet wider and opened his thighs, pushing his hard cock and balls down between his legs so Mallon could take it in, pole and hole all at once.

“Leave your dick,” Mallon growled. “It’s your pussy I’m interested in. Spread your ass and show me.”

Roman had never been keen on men referring to his arse as a pussy, but he let it slide this one time. Mallon was so unbelievably hot that he could call him whatever the fuck he wanted. In that accent, everything sounded sexy.

He took a long breath and planted both of his hands on his cheeks. This is where things could go wrong. He’d been with men who were only interested in hairy arses and others who insisted on the complete back, crack and sack wax. Roman fell somewhere in-between. He used hair clippers to keep his body hair in check but had never been a fan of waxing or hair creams. It was time to show Mallon what he had. He spread his cheeks wide.

The moan from the armchair let him know the older man was happy with what he saw.

“Fantastic,” Mallon said, before muttering something he didn’t understand.

Roman’s cock was at full mast. Exhibition was all part of life. If he didn’t show off, no one would ever fuck him, but he’d never been particularly into that fetish. Tonight was different. Showing off to Mallon was the greatest turn-on.

“Get on the couch,” Mallon told him. “On your knees, arms over the backrest, ass in the air.”

Pre-cum oozed from the tip of Roman’s cock and drooled down the shaft. He had barely touched his dick but was so aroused. He climbed onto the sofa and assumed the required position, resting his elbows along the back and sticking his butt out. He’d often felt self-conscious and stupid when performing sexy stuff like this before, but this made him feel super-hot. Hisentire body jangled with desire, desperate for Mallon to touch him, to pound his dumb brains out.

There was movement from the armchair behind, but he kept his gaze focused in front. He instinctively knew this was what Mallon wanted. He shuddered with anticipation was he heard the clink of the glass being put down on the table.This is it. He steadied himself.He’s going to take me.

A hand moved along the curve of his back, from his shoulders down the length of his spine. Roman prickled with gooseflesh when Mallon’s palm made contact with the bare skin of his arse. Mallon cupped his right buttock, squeezing gently, then stroking, caressing in slow, tender circles.

“That’s a fine ass,” Mallow whispered. “There wasn’t another man in the club who could compete with you. I knew it the second I saw you, that I would have you.”

Roman rested his forehead on his folded arms. He could listen to this all night. He didn’t believe the part about being the hottest guy in the club, but for now, he could surrender to the fantasy. Mallon gripped his left cheek with his other hand. Roman pressed backwards, delivering his butt…then the stretch as Mallon parted and spread him. He felt the tautness of his anus as it broadened.

Roman shuddered when Mallon’s wet tongue slithered along his crack, so light to begin, skirting around the sensitive rim, the most exquisite tickling sensation.

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