Page 97 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
Lower, lower, the water receded, the very top of Percy’s sculpted abs coming into view.
“Kneel.” There was no question in it. The command wasn’t given with any sort of authority, as though it might ever be disobeyed. It simply was.
Joe did as told. He swept his heels around beneath him andawaited instruction. Percy took a sip of champagne, studying him, eyes sparkling in the candlelight. Joe shifted nervously. The water receded.
“Kiss me.”
Joe leaned forward, his hot mouth catching Percy’s. There was a layer of steam from the scorching bath all along Percy’s top lip. Joe tasted the salt of his skin, tasted the champagne on Percy’s cool tongue as it swished across his.
Percy broke the kiss. A thumb on Joe’s chin, a finger underneath, he tilted Joe’s chin upwards, his lips still parted from the delicious kiss, his gaze catching the glint of the glass bottle as Percy poured champagne down upon his mouth. He drank, swallowed, drank and swallowed, and followed the line of the sparkling pour as Percy moved the bottle away, heard the sharp hiss through his teeth as the champagne fell down and down, anointing the divine cock of Percy.
Joe barely thought at all of how many lire worth of champagne was escaping down the drain as he watched the delicious cascade of wine, all over Percy’s abs, all over his thighs, all over his beautiful erection.
He heard the clank of the bottle being set down. He saw the arch of Percy’s pink, pink lips. He felt the fire in his eyes.
He heard the command.
“Worship.”
Joe took Percy full in his mouth at the word, Percy’s back arching deliciously towards him, a satisfied and satisfying grunt escaping his lips as Joe’s tongue licked the champagne from his full, considerable length.
Percy wasn’t like Joe. He didn’t look away, and he didn’t feel the slightest shyness or guilt or shame, only drank in every inch of the display. Joe’s muscles flexing in the candlelight, Joe’s gorgeous brown curls which he slipped his hand into, gently at first, but as his pleasure built, less gently, and less gently again.
Joe loved Percy’s dick, and there was no doubt about that,but this was some kind of wrong. Some kind of exciting and deplorable wrong, yet when Percy’s leg shifted against Joe’s shoulder, Joe only went faster.
Percy. Percy who was beautiful. Percy, who was like a god. Percy, who was lost in some sort of fantasy, actually drinking champagne while Joe sucked his cock in a giant marble bathtub in this stupid extravagant hotel room in this indescribable city. Was that demeaning? Then why did it feel so good? Why was it so damn sexy that he was whatever Percy wanted him to be? That he was Percy’s fantasy at this moment? But that was hardly enough.
He took a grip of Percy’s balls. Percy’s breath came harder, hoarser, and so Joe wrapped his hand around Percy’s dick too, working him in a strong, gentle rhythm with his lips, until the glass was set down with a gasp, and both hands were back in Joe’s hair, with a “Fuck” escaping Percy’s lips.
Joe wanted Percy to command him, to tell him to go faster or slower, or to take his hair in his hands and force him to do everything he wanted. Was this sex with all men? Or was it a distinctly ‘Percy’ thing?
“Slower.”
Joe shivered, and not from the cold of his wet body in the ever-cooling ensuite. Joe slowed his movement.
“Just the tip.”
He melted into Percy, running his tongue around his ridge, lapping at the precum he felt rise from the very base, still stroking, still begging internally to be told to please Percy.
“More.”
Joe took him a little deeper. He felt the rise of Percy’s body as his head tilted back, closing his eyes, losing himself to Joe’s relentless rhythm.
“You’re perfect,” Percy whispered, before his sex-drunk gaze fell on Joe once again. “You’re so, so perfect.”
Joe could hardly help himself. He took him deeper still.
“Fuck,” said Percy, his hands back in Joe’s hair. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He felt Percy’s almost intolerable eyes as Percy worked his mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper against his tongue and throat, tensing, tensing by the second, his cock impossibly hard, deliciously thick.
“Fuck, Joe…” Joe sank his fingers deep into Percy’s thigh, squeezed his balls right from the base, as he felt Percy’s body go rigid, felt the pull of his hair, heard the gasps of pleasure echo off the marble walls and drank down Percy’s beautiful, blissful, all-consuming orgasm, not sacrificing a single sacred drop.
The look in Percy’s eyes as Joe leaned over and kissed him was everything Joe had been chasing. Utter, unadulterated adoration. Pure love. Pure obsession. Percy kissed him long and hard, then turned him, his back pulled flush against Percy’s chest, his arms tight around him.
“How the fuck did you learn that in the space of two weeks?” Percy whispered breathlessly.
“I’ve got a very good teacher.”
“Jesus Christ, Joe. You’re the most gorgeous thing on this planet, do you know that?” He turned Joe’s chin and kissed him again.
