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He picked up another drop and got to his feet. His chest fell over Hans’ back as he kissed his nape. Bringing his fingers to Hans’ mouth, he purred, “I’d like you to taste yourself.”
“No, I can’t.” A shudder ran down Hans’ spine. He averted his face. “It’s gross.”
“It’s not.” Gustavo kissed his neck; lips skidded up to his ear. His cock rubbed against Hans’ crack when he whispered into his ear, “Do it for me. Taste yourself, and I will lick every inch of your body.”
Hans wavered. His cheek twitched when he looked at Gustavo’s fingers, then hesitantly wrapped his lips around it. His ticklish tongue blindly poked between the fingers, rubbed against the knuckles but avoided licking the fingertips. Still, to Gustavo, this submission was more than enough.
Wrapping one hand around Hans’ stomach, he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. His lips pressed to the nape of Hans’ neck and skated down his back as he lowered to his knees.
“Let’s try again.” He blew on the pink hole. “Finger yourself, and I’ll help you.”
A shuddering breath resounded in Gustavo’s ears when the boy spread his butt cheeks apart and ran his fingers over his tight entrance. Echoing the movement, Gustavo licked the hole. When Hans’ back arched, he smiled, pressed his mouth to it, and pushed his tongue inside as deep as he could.
Soft walls engulfed his tongue; Gustavo tasted soap. The sphincter let him in without any resistance, suggesting Hans just prepared himself. The gentle tissues pulsed, hugging his tongue as if replying to the kiss, appreciating it. A low moan breached Hans’ lips as he pushed himself backward, spreading his legs wider apart. Both of his index fingers slipped into the hole, and he forced his inner walls apart to show Gustavo the most wonderful view of the deep-pink, pulsing rectum.
Gustavo collected moisture in his mouth, then let it drip from his tongue to the gaping hole. His breath stilled as he watched the clear liquid swirl down Hans’ body. The inner walls spasmed, swallowing it.
“So pretty…” He leaned in and pressed his tongue to the rim, ran it over Hans’ fingers before thrusting it deep inside. When he pulled back, his lips throbbed, and Hans’ anus swelled with pumped blood. The wet gaze over the shoulder pleaded with him, urging him upright. Gustavo turned Hans around, wishing to kiss his wet, slack lips when a hot palm clasped over his mouth.
Gustavo flinched away, then tilted his head. “Hans, it’s getting old.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s your ass I was licking…” Gustavo laughed in disbelief and shook his head. “Just get used to it. It’s a turn-off if I can’t kiss you whenever I want.”
“I’m sorry. I really can’t.”
“Unbelievable…” Gustavo grabbed Hans’ elbow and shoved him around. He pushed the boy against the desk, spat on his cock, and drove himself inside. His desire weakened, and he had to close his eyes to concentrate on the sensation. When he opened them again, his focus settled on the empty place on the wall where his gaze always used to rest. His thoughts automatically shifted to Seth and their small scuffle in the hospital.
Gustavo wondered if Seth was as ardent in bed as he had been in a fight. But when a vivid image of Seth’s corded neck surfaced in his mind, he remembered the words of the submissive boy, Marcel.
“Maybe he is straight or asexual, but I never heard of him getting involved with anyone for more than a few sessions, and none of them included sex.”
Gustavo didn’t want to believe it.
Seth’s art screamed of passion, of love. Gustavo shut his lids, and the pale face surfaced in his memory. The milky skin that looked like it never knew sun, the bluish veins on his neck, the proud position of his head, the eyes glowing with emotion. His cock hardened, balls tightened, and his skin caught on fire. His head fell back as his body remembered the kiss of the knife on his neck.
He wondered how Seth’s mouth would feel on his skin, biting and licking his collarbones, sliding down his stomach, settling over his cock. Seth had such beautiful lips, full and sensual, as if designed to suck a cock.
His stomach contracted, fingers seizing Hans’ flanks. Every cell of his body tensed, and even his teeth buzzed with pressure when his balls tightened and emptied. Blackness overtook his vision when the sweet heat flooded his core, electrifying his nerve endings.
His heated breath ricocheted against Hans’ shoulder blade and washed over his face. Hans straightened up and turned around, eyes sharp and cold.
“You won’t leave me like this, will you? Not after you came inside again…” Gustavo glanced at Hans’ hard-on, then on his pissed-off face.
A chuckle escaped his throat, bringing to Hans’ face a murderous expression. He leaned closer and looked the boy in the eye. “Not if you kiss me.”
Hans swallowed, licked his lips, and carefully pressed his mouth to Gustavo’s.
“That’s a good boy.” Gustavo whispered in between kisses before he lowered to his knees to close his mouth around Hans’ erection.
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Calmness flowed through Seth,as the glass in his hands adopted forms from his mind. Rich colors, sharp spikes, and gentle curves joined together in a monumental art that waited for the final touch.
The days flew by without him leaving his home. The number of empty olive cans drastically increased, and by the end of the week, when it was time to replace the acetone-based solution in the heart jar for the second time, chaos reigned in the basement. Parts of the sculpture lay around, waiting for its creator to combine them in a unique masterpiece.
During the last week, Arnold Alby emailed twice. Despite the casual style of his letters, his careful words carried hints of increasing worry. Seth understood why. Only a month was left until SkyBlade would open its doors for visiting, but he hadn’t presented his sculpture yet, and he was postponing the shipment of the final coat of neodymium glass for the tip of the building.
