Page 65 of Seth
“You are cute when you are jealous,” Gustavo provoked in a low voice. “Or, maybe, it’s your wounded pride?”
“Fuck off.” Hans pushed his way out with his shoulder, but Gustavo wrapped his arms around his narrow waist. Forcing Hans to face him, he captured the full lips with his own.
“I’m not interested in him that way,” Gustavo uttered against the tight slash of Hans’ mouth, unsure who he tried to persuade more, his lover or himself.
The ice in Hans’ eyes melted. His chin jerked, and he started to reply to the kiss with small, occasional movements of his jaw. The tip of Gustavo’s tongue traced the rim of his lips, teasingly, playfully. With a jerk of his cheek, Hans opened his mouth, letting him in.
Slipping his palms down the back of Hans’ thighs, he picked him up and sat him on top of his desk. The deep-seated thirst that had been torturing him ever since he kissed Seth, hit his groin in a powerful wave of heat. Fingers looped in the waistband of Hans’ cotton trunks and peeled them off his hips.
Pink and long, Hans’ semi-hard cock curled to his inner thigh. Gustavo’s mouth watered. He ripped the drawer open and grasped a bottle of lube.
“Condom too.” Hans frowned, propping both arms against the table behind him. “I hate it when you cum inside.”
The capricious tone made Gustavo want to bathe this beautiful body in cum and sweat, and see Hans bite his lips bloody, disgusted and aroused at the same time. To mar him inside and out so he would spend hours in the bathroom, scrubbing his skin raw.
“Don’t think so,” Gustavo cooed; lust scalded. He squirted some lube onto his palm and pressed his fingertips to the crack of Hans’ ass, gently rubbing his way toward the tender opening. “Tonight, I want to make you sticky and filthy.”
“No-no-no-no-no…” Hans rounded his back, palms pressing against Gustavo’s chest. He shook his head, golden hair flying around.
The heat of Hans’ palms against his pecs and his resistance magnified Gustavo’s desire making his cock swell in his pants. He leaned into his lover, pressed his lips to the top of his head, inhaling his clean, sweet scent. Hans had always smelled good. A fascinating mix of melon, apple, sandalwood, and musk cocooned him in year-round summer that fitted his surfer look.
“It’s okay, you’ll love it. You always do.” His index finger breached the tight sphincter and wrenched its way up Hans’ ass. Soft and hot, the insides pulsed, tightly wrapping around him.
A shuddering sigh seized Hans’ chest. The blond head tossed back, and the smooth chin brushed against Gustavo’s cheek as the young man’s resistance weakened and he leaned back on his elbows. Gentle and quick, Gustavo’s teeth nibbled at the sharp jawline, then traveled down the throat, leaving a wet trail of biting kisses behind.
Gustavo crooked his finger to rub the prostate bud. Hans moaned. His shins brushed against Gustavo’s flanks as he closed his legs around his waist, welcoming the sensation. His short nails clawed the smooth wood of the desk, and his cock surged up to cling to his stomach. The hooded head left a wet print where it pressed to the skin. “Yes, there…”
His greedy lips slid down the velvety skin of Hans’ chest, then hovered over the belly button. With the tip of his tongue, he teased the hollow. Hans’ feet released their hold and found the edge of the desk before he pushed his hips up. Watching Gustavo with misted eyes, he lifted a hand, sank his fingers into Gustavo’s hair, and guided the man’s head toward his cock.
Such honesty amused him. Gustavo’s finger, changing direction, gently tugged at the slick walls of the rectum as he obeyed the silent command and wrapped his lips around the crown of Hans’ cock.
Using his feet as leverage, Hans thrust up, reaching deep into Gustavo’s throat. The sweetness of his slick mixed with the sour taste of the excessive saliva, provoked by the cockhead hitting the sensitive points in his throat. Gustavo gulped, then tried to relax, adapting to the frantic movement of the impetuous youth.
Blinking the fog from his eyes, he held the cock down his throat as long as he could, swallowing around the thickness, until his lungs burned from lack of oxygen. Working his jaw, he drew back. The sweetness in his mouth increased as the tip of his tongue swirled around the slick cockhead, teased the slit.
“Oh God, yes!” Hans moaned, head tossing to the side. Fingers fisting Gustavo’s hair, Hans forced him back down his length.
Gustavo smirked against Hans’ sex and added another finger. The ring of Hans’ inner muscles tightened around his knuckles, relaxed, then slowly accepted them.
Gustavo’s cock leaked. The precum pooled in his trunks. The cotton fabric, absorbing the moisture, chilled and clung to his heated flesh. With his free hand, he undid his pants and pushed them down. Pulling his fingers out of Hans’ ass, he grabbed the lube and generously smeared the clear gel all over his cock.
The pulsing thickness in Gustavo’s mouth swelled. Sharpening his tongue, he teased the slit, mixing his saliva with the sweet drops of precum. Under his caresses, Hans’ body shuddered, and he rocked his hips forward, aiming to crawl back into the welcoming throat.
Gustavo seized the thrashing hips as his nose hit the soft, trimmed hair of Hans’ groin. The musky scent crawled into his lungs, messing with his mind. The pungent smell of arousal accelerated his desire, pushing him to the edge of sanity. His cock rocked in the air, wanting to fill the hole, to feel the slick hotness squeeze around it, squeezing out every drop of his desire.
His chest burned, veins popped on the back of his hands when he collapsed onto the sweaty chest. His cock nudged the lubed anus, hips thrust forward, and his length plunged into the hot insides.
Hans’ nails stabbed his shoulders; his inner muscles clenched. A low hiss escaped his throat as he tossed his head back. He tensed, blew the air out of his lungs, and habitually relaxed. His cock poked Gustavo’s stomach, and his heels dug in the man’s buttocks as his greedy hole devoured the length. Watching pain and pleasure race through Hans’ body, Gustavo brushed the papers off his desk and leaned in, resting Hans’ back against the cool wood; golden curls splayed around Hans’ head like a halo.
His nose nudged Hans’ neck, and the sweet scent of his skin filled his lungs, enticing, intoxicating. His breathing sped up; desire drummed in his ears. Licking and kissing the pulsing vein beneath Hans’ earlobe, he got drunk on his gentle scent, the heat of his body, and the tightness of his embrace.
Hans’ nails dug into his skin and tore down, leaving behind burning trails.
“Easy, kitty,” Gustavo chuckled as he pulled away for air, and his gaze landed on the scattered pictures on the floor. The clandestine photographs of Seth mixed with the snaps of tall, elegant skyscrapers once again captured his attention. He remembered the pink nipples showing through the wet, white shirt, the faint scent of myrrh, and the hard press of Seth’s hips against his own. His memory sharpened on the confusion and loneliness bleeding through Seth’s anger.
Gustavo’s hips moved; soft moans caressed his cheek, but his thoughts traveled far away, to the glass factory and Seth’s burning gaze.
Hans shuddered, tensed, as the inner ring of his muscles clenched around Gustavo’s cock, draining him of his own orgasm.
