Page 90 of Seth
“No, you don’t understand.” Ignaz turned, a familiar thirst glowing behind his pupils. “For the last two years, pain was the only thing that helped me cope with the constant guilt and loneliness. I promised myself that I would never date or have sex with anyone again, at least not willingly. But the way you look at me makes me want things.”
Ignaz’s eyes welled with tears. Seth smiled, finally understanding.
“I am the worst. I don’t deserve this.” Ignaz shifted, and the shirt once again slipped on the floor. “But I still want it.”
With a hesitant hand, he reached Seth’s shirt and unfastened the top button. Seth shut his eyes, concentrating on the gentle touch. His smile grew wider as a new sprout of hope broke through the dry soil of his desert.
Without thinking, he stepped into Ignaz, scooped him off his feet, and carried him into the bedroom.
Seth kickedthe dooropen and stumbled into his bedroom. Feeling his way with a foot, he reveled in kisses. Desperate gasps washed him in a nostalgic smell of traditional bubble gum. The proximity and lack of oxygen left him giddy and lightheaded.
His palms supported the round butt, thick, old scars like ridges against his skin. Ignaz’s hands fisted the sides of his shirt after failing to unfasten the buttons. When Seth’s shin bumped against the bed, he lowered his knees before it, sitting Ignaz on the mattress. His hands crept up Ignaz’s flanks, counting prominent ribs, and skidded down the rounded back as the boy bent forward, seeking more kisses.
Holding Ignaz in his arms felt so right that he struggled to believe he wasn’t dreaming. Utter tenderness filled his chest, making him want to clasp his hands around the frail body and squeeze it tight in the embrace until the bones cracked. He didn’t. It wasn’t about him anymore. He stopped mattering as soon as Ignaz entered his life.
Escaping the airlock of Ignaz’s greedy lips, he explored the sharp jaw. His tongue teased an earlobe, extracting a soft moan out of Ignaz’s throat before attacking his neck with reverent bites.
Clumsy and needy, Ignaz’s fingers made another attempt to unfasten Seth’s shirt. Slim forearms flexed, and a button slipped through the loop. Ignaz chuckled and scrunched his nose. “I’m nervous.”
Seth scanned the reddened face for micro expressions. Thirst and shame, curiosity and insecurity, embarrassment and lust brought the most wonderful edge of desperation to Ignaz’s face. Infected with Ignaz’s emotions, he shucked off his shirt. The boy froze, eyes glazing with satisfaction. Seth sat back, providing himself for observation. And with the observation came fingers. Featherlike touches brushed over his shoulders, outlined his pecs and stomach until they curled into fists an inch from the waistband of his pants.
Making eye contact, Seth curled his fingers around the boy’s ankle and lifted the foot to his lips. Ignaz shuddered. Another bubble gum exhale washed over Seth as his lips pressed to the top of the captured foot and slid up.
Tiny, golden hair on Ignaz’s shin tickled his lips. Veins, covering the inner side of his thighs, pulsed under his tongue. Seth smiled when Ignaz’s stomach hardened, and his cock surged upright, veins thickening.
The desperation in the air washed Seth in joy. With a flat tongue, he explored the hipbones, trailed his way up Ignaz’s chest, and froze as his lips hovered over a pink nipple. He shot a glance at Ignaz’s flustered face, seeking signs of rejection but found only heat and appreciation.
“Touch me.” Ignaz’s need vibrated in Seth’s bones. His pearly teeth grabbed and released his lower lip when he thrust his chest forward.
The plea worked like a command. Seth pressed the tip of his tongue to the bud, circled it. A low moan breached Ignaz’s lips as he stuck both hands into Seth’s hair.
The nipple hardened under Seth’s tongue. Interest ignited; he sucked harder, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, rolling it between his lips and teeth. His elbows stabbed the mattress at either side of Ignaz’s stomach as his knee found the edge of the bed. He pushed the boy toward the headboard. Scrambling to comply, Ignaz kicked the bedspread. It creased around his toes, hindering his attempts. He moaned again, chest arching.
Just like during a scene, Seth didn’t look away once. His eyes feasted on the small contractions of Ignaz’s body as the pleasure trapped air in his lungs. His Adam’s apple bobbed with rapid swallowing. Seth relished the euphoria thickening the air in an almost visible, red haze. His desire to see more spiked when Ignaz’s cock poked his chest, leaving a wet spot over his skin.
“You are beautiful,” Seth rustled, tearing his mouth away from Ignaz’s chest.
“You are blind.” Ignaz smirked joylessly. He hurled forward, and the room span. Seth flopped on his back, and the sharp bones of Ignaz's ass pressed down on his hips. Fingers like needles sunk into his pecs as the boy squeezed his sharp knees, squishing Seth’s ribs. “My turn.”
The first pang of worry zapped through Seth’s mind as teeth nibbled at his jaw, and a shy tongue lapped down his neck. Kisses fluttered all over his chest, barely perceptible. With his keen fingers and glowing gaze, Ignaz traced patterns on his skin. His tongue, repeating the grooves of Seth’s abs, outlined his navel and drew a wet road down. A light scrape of nails preceded fingers hooking into the waistband of Seth’s linen pants.
Seth tensed; his muscles corded as his heart thrashed against his ribcage. He shifted; their positions flipped again. Chest to chest, he drove Ignaz into the mattress. A surprised gasp crashed against his tongue and melted into another kiss. Seth’s knee brushed against Ignaz’s inner thigh as he spread the bony legs apart and positioned himself in between.
His tongue thrust into Ignaz’s mouth, slacked once inside. With a slow, unhurried movement, he explored the gentle tissue of the inner cheek, gathering the remaining sweetness of the bubblegum.
Ignaz’s hips rocked. The wet cockhead blindly poked Seth’s stomach, demanding attention. Seth smiled at his boyish impatience. He loved the open display of need and desire and how brazenly the boy provided his body for observation. Sense melted behind the blue eyes that watched Seth from under hooded lids.
“More...” Ignaz ran his tongue over his swollen lips, empowering his lecherous expression.
Splendid...Knees shifting down the bed, he hovered above the flat stomach, washing it in a long breath. Cupping Ignaz’s thighs, he encouraged the boy to bend his knees. The pink cockhead tapped against his lips, smearing precum over them, and his mouth watered. With a hum of appreciation, Seth gave the glistening slit a light kiss before taking the length as deep as he could.
Ignaz’s body twisted and turned; desperate fingers clawed at the headboard. His hips lifted, and he drove himself deeper into Seth’s throat. Low cries filled the air, music to Seth’s ears.
Seth swallowed and pulled back, releasing the wet flesh. With a flat movement of his tongue, he rolled Ignaz’s balls. His fingers, following his mouth, milked the plumped flesh and gathered the shimmering mixture of precum and saliva.
With his nail, he teased the slit and trailed a thick, blue vein streaming down the shaft before pressing his wet fingertips to the tight anus. Ignaz’s fingers stabbed the mattress as his upper body tensed, every angle sharp. His gaze fixed on the ceiling; skin blanched.
Heart halting, Seth froze and withdrew his hand from the no-go territory. His fingers migrated to Ignaz’s hips as his mouth continued working on the slightly faded erection.
