Thalassic Love (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Sixteen

Harrison

     I had no plans to kiss Vixen when he entered the sauna ten minutes ago. Though, when I began to scan his body up and down, an unexpected sensation went straight to my groin.

This was the first time I've ever seen him without much clothes. His chest and stomach glisten with sweat— thanks to the heat in the sauna. His auburn locks are matted against his forehead. This is the first time I've ever found myself drawn to Vixen. Not that he's ugly but I made my hatred for him cloud my physical attraction to him.

Plus, I cannot stop thinking about what he looked like in my clothes last night. The way they hugged his skin in all the right ways. Does any of this make me dislike Vixen any less? Hell no. Still, I don't find it wrong to find someone you despise hot. I can admit someone is good-looking even if I don't like them.

My thoughts were running wild, and I just decided, in that moment, I needed to taste his lips. Vixen hasn't pulled back, yet, so I take it the gesture was welcomed on his part too. We're pushing any disgust for each other aside right now.

He tastes exactly how I imagined— minty with a bit of sweetness and a dash of attitude.

After a bit of teasing, I slip my tongue into Vixen's mouth, swirling it around and taking all of him in. I cup his cheek, deepening the kiss. His face is soft and fits perfectly in my right hand. His lips are plump and luscious.

I want to know what he's thinking about.

If he tastes this good, I wonder how he feels inside. Will he let me fuck him?

Vixen moans as I take his bottom lip between my teeth and draw back. The noise is gentle and inviting. I want to hear it on repeat.

"W-What was that, Harrison?" He asks when we're no longer locking lips.

"What was what?" I play dumb.

"What are you trying to pull right now?" He rephrases his question. His voice is shaky and non-threatening. I have complete control over him, as usual. I know he doesn't like it, but I enjoy it when Vixen is vulnerable.

I lean in towards his right ear, and whisper in it, "Do you want me as bad as I want you?"

At this point, I know I won't be satisfied until I have sex with Vixen. It's been too long since I've fucked anyone. This would be a once and done deal, of course. After that, I'll go back to hating his guts. No more dirty thoughts.

"H-Harrison," he tries to be stern. I pull away, staring into his hazel eyes. "We've despised each other all this time. We can't-"

"I never said there was any positive emotion behind this. We can fuck without liking each other."

An unreadable emotion flashes across his face, and he shakes away a shiver. He eventually says, "No feelings... just the two of us having sex... to get off."

"Exactly."

My thumb swipes across his lower lip, subtly asking if I can kiss him again. He bends forward, and for the second time, I get to taste Vixen. As I explore his mouth, his hand travels to my bare thigh and squeezes it. I was growing hard before, but now, I'm fully erect.

He's likely the best kisser I've encountered, but I won't ever let him know that he has that advantage.

That hand that was on my thigh then moves to my cock, teasing it through the towel— the only thing covering me. I almost whimper which is unlike me. For the first time ever, Vixen has me wrapped around his finger.

This time, he's the one who breaks the kiss. Vixen suddenly gets on his knees in front of the bench I'm sitting on. He removes the towel that was shielding the most intimate part of me. He then spits on his hand before moving it up and down my length.