Page 43 of Seth
“I won’t be if you ask for my forgiveness nicely.” Gustavo licked his lips, spread his legs wider. With a lift of his chin, he pointed to a place between his legs.
A shadow ran over Hans’ face, but it instantly gave way to a sly smile. The man approached, lowered to his knees with easy grace; his pink tongue wetted his lips in a deliberately slow motion.
“Did you miss me?” Gustavo asked. The back of his index and third fingers ran over Hans’ lips.
“You bet.”
“Show me?” Obediently, Hans opened his mouth, welcoming both fingers with hot wetness. His tongue ran around the nails, and he gave the fingers a teasing suck then a long lick. “Hmm, you really missed me.”
With his fingers, Gustavo scooped some saliva and rubbed it over Hans’ tongue. The velvety surface pleasantly tickled his fingertips.
“Are you hard already?” Hans nodded, his teeth scraping the back of Gustavo’s knuckles. “Show me.”
Slender fingers with pink, polished nails undid the belt with excruciating sluggishness. Every tooth of the zipper came undone with a quiet tick, aiming to tease, intrigue, torture. A smug grin invaded Gustavo’s face when Hans peeled the waist of his jeans a little lower. The zipper teeth strained over his skin, imprinting into the thick base of his erection.
“What a fucking beautiful view,” Gustavo murmured. He ogled Hans’ proud neck, then the protruding collarbones when a glimpse of yellow narrowed his attention to a gold chain hanging around his neck.
Annoyance spiked. Gustavo had never harbored any deep feelings for Hans, had never intended to keep him for long either. Hans was just another beautiful thing added to his collection, hence his attitude, his cupidity never bothered him. But right now, staring at the glimmer of gold, he couldn’t hold back a menacing smile. This chain Gustavo had gifted him months ago. The chain Hans hadn’t worn once, until now.
Without a warning, Gustavo pushed his fingers into Hans’ throat. The boy gagged; his eyes misted as he swallowed against the cruel fingers. A drop of saliva escaped his mouth and rolled down Gustavo’s wrist.
With his other hand, he fisted Hans’ hair, holding his head in place. His fingers slithered deeper, gliding over the smooth tissue of Hans’ throat. The boy groaned, a sharp crease cut his forehead, and he pushed his palms against Gustavo’s knees. His throat convulsed around the fingers and started pulsing. The flood of saliva increased; Hans retched.
Holding his grip a heartbeat longer, Gustavo enjoyed the violent spasms thrashing Hans’ body. The broad chest constricted beneath the blue shirt; liquid dripped from his chin and marred the sharp collar, turning it a few shades darker. Hans glared through tears; his fingers stabbed into Gustavo’s knees as he tried to wriggle away.
Gustavo let go. With a casual gesture, he wiped his hand against his pants as Hans fought a vomiting spasm.
“It pleases me to see you wear my gift. It suits you. But didn’t you say you prefer platinum?” Gustavo undid his pants and took out his heavy cock. He brought his other hand to the boy’s neck, fisted the chain, then yanked him closer. “It’s handy too… Wear it more often for me, would you?” When Hans didn’t reply, Gustavo nodded toward his cock. “Don’t be shy. It won’t suck itself.”
“Why are you mad?” Hans glared. Gustavo grinned as he watched Hans’ true feelings break through the plaster of his mask. Irritation, annoyance, and wounded pride mixed on his face, combining into a poignant cocktail of pure emotion.
“Oh, I’m not. I’m just pent up. Fix it.”
A glare stabbed him, but Hans opened his mouth, and the blissful warmth engulfed Gustavo’s cock. The slick tongue caressed, flicked, teased, and rolled around the sensitive cockhead. Hans’ cheeks hollowed before he let the cock go. Hiding behind his elbow, he wiped his lips against his forearm.
Gustavo knew Hans didn’t like giving a head. The saliva streaming down his chin and dripping over Gustavo’s pants was caused by the boy’s unwillingness to swallow. Being an extremely fastidious person, Hans tried to avoid all kinds of dirty work. It took Gustavo months of encouragement to introduce blowjobs into their sex life, but Hans’ aversion to the act never diminished. Still, there was something refreshing in Hans’ reluctance because every little win filled Gustavo’s heart with triumph. In his thirty-nine years, Gustavo had had many lovers, too many to grow bored of a slutty, willing-to-do-anything attitude. Maybe that was the reason he wanted Hans so badly. Gorgeous and unwilling was a thrilling combination.
“You are so messy… Look what you’ve done.” Gustavo chuckled, eyes locked on the gold chain. It irritated him, provoked him. He didn’t care if Hans liked it or wore it, but the deliberate display when he knew Hans needed money pissed him off. “Don’t tell me you are tired already. Try again, but take it deeper.” Gustavo yanked the chain, forcing his cock into the pulsing throat. “You know what? I don’t have much time today, so why don’t you prepare yourself while your pretty mouth is busy?”
Hans stilled. Gustavo’s smile grew wider.
“No? You refuse my little request?” Gustavo released the gold chain, ran the back of his fingers over Hans’ chin, wiping off the drool. “Too bad. Then you surely won’t refuse a request to swallow, hmm? I do it for you all the time. You can return a favor at least once.”
Gustavo’s heart sped up when he watched Hans peel his jeans lower and rest his ass on top of his heels. Tearing his lips away for a second, he spat on his palm. Gustavo’s breath cut as Hans reached behind himself; a mix of emotions flipped through his face, vividly representing everything he wasn’t saying.
“Don’t forget your main duty,” Gustavo whispered, placed an index finger below the boy’s chin, and urged him closer. “No, look at me. Yes, like this. Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
A confident look returned to Hans’ face, his mood improved, and even the flicks of his tongue became more enthusiastic. Gustavo released a sigh and entwined his fingers with Hans’ soft curls. His annoyance disappeared as he watched the electric-blue eyes ripple with the rudiments of desire. He thought that unlike Hans’ youthful chase for gratification, he’d reached that age when pleasing was nearly as satisfying as receiving pleasure. Right now, he wanted to explore every inch of this perfect body, make it writhe with ecstasy, drown it in euphoria.
“Hans,” He used his most seductive voice as he held the boy’s gaze. “Bend over the desk. Let me watch what you are doing over there, hm?”
Hans swallowed and rose to his unsteady feet. His palms slapped against the desk when he threw a hazy look over his shoulder. Gustavo’s hand reached to his tie and loosened it as swallowing became harder. Hans’ hips met the edge of the desk, and his cock strained back, hooked by the rim.
“Damn, you are so pretty.” Gustavo bent forward and blew at the pink hole. It twitched under his attention. “What a beautiful color.”
“Fuck…” Hans’ hand disappeared between his legs, and he gave himself a few tugs. His eyelids dropped, hips buckled, and he emitted a low groan.
“You love it when I look at you, don’t you?” Hans didn’t reply, but a clear drop of precum leaking out of his slit spoke better than words. Gustavo caught it with his fingers, then licked it off. “Umm, sweet.”
