Hearts in the Shadows(m×m)

You still taste amazing

Leo's resolve crumbled, and he surrendered to the moment. His hands, one free and the other limited by the IV, found their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer.
Our lips met again, more passionately this time, as if trying to make up for the lost years.

I continued to stroke him, feeling him grow harder in my hand. The intensity of our connection, the raw desire, and the overwhelming emotions made the moment almost surreal. We were lost in each other, forgetting the world outside.

"Alex," Leo panted, his eyes dark with lust and something deeper—love.

"Fuck," he winced as he came before he even realized it. I looked down at his dripping dick and a smile curved on my lips.

"Alex, no... This isn't right, pl..." I didn't let him finish his words. I took him into my mouth, swallowing his dick directly.

"Shit... fuck," he gasped, his nerves jolting as his dick hit the back of my throat.

I could feel the tension in his body, the conflict between his desire and his conscience. But I was determined to show him how much I still cared, how much I still wanted him.

My tongue swirled around him, tasting the saltiness of his cum mixed with my own saliva. I moved my head, creating a rhythm that made his breaths come faster and more ragged.

"Alex, please...," he moaned, his voice trembling. But his hand found its way to my hair, tangling in it, as if he couldn't help but encourage me.

I knew this was reckless, but I couldn't stop. I needed to feel him, to taste him, to remind both of us of the passion we once shared. My mouth worked on him, sucking and licking with fervor. Leo's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and anguish.

As his body tensed again, I felt his hand tighten in my hair. He was close, and I wanted to push him over the edge. I sucked harder, taking him deeper until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a final groan, he released, filling my mouth with his cum.

I swallowed, savoring the taste and the sensation of having him so intimately. Slowly, I pulled back, looking up at him. His face was flushed, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of emotions—confusion, pleasure, guilt, and something deeper.

"Alex," he breathed, "we can't... not like this."
I moved up and thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste himself.
I kissed him deeper this time, pouring all my emotions into it. His free hand clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer as he gave in to the moment.

"You still taste so amazing, babe," I whispered between our kisses. He was completely drunk on his own taste in my mouth, just as I was.

"Alex," he murmured against my lips, his voice a mix of need and confusion.

"Don't think," I replied softly, my hand caressing his cheek. "Just feel. Let yourself feel everything."

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he leaned into my touch.

I could sense the battle within him, the conflict between his mind and his heart. But for now, we were together, and that was all that mattered.

Leo's hands tightened around me, pulling me closer as our tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, and savoring every moment.

His initial hesitation seemed to melt away, replaced by a raw, unfiltered desire that matched my own.

The years of separation and longing dissolved in the heat of our reunion.
My hands roamed over his body, gently tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers. It was a reminder that he was here, alive, and within my grasp.