A Gangster's Gospel

Chapter 10: Cardinal Sin: Lust

Everything rushed by in a blur as Thaddaeus smashed his lips against Jeremiah's who could barely put up a fight let alone breathe, as the gangster pressed the smaller man against the door of his condo fiddling with the key card to allow them entrance.

Once inside Thaddaeus didn't switch on any lights as he focused all his attention on Jeremiah who clung to him for dear life as the gangster guided them through the dim darkness of the condo.

The sounds of objects getting knocked over and glass shattering didn't deter either men as they tried to suck each other's souls from their mouths.

Thaddaeus ran his hand over Jeremiah's clothed body, pinching and grabbing at the man that moaned and trembled with each touch, pinch, and bite. The sounds of fabric tearing and buttons popping as they clumsily undressed one another.

Without a word Thaddaeus pushed Jeremiah onto his bed. The dim light of the moon poured into the room, illuminating the smaller man who laid on his back. His garment basically shreds of fabric exposing his smooth chest and stomach. His dark skin glowed beautifully in the light of the moon. His dark nipples were hard, begging to be sucked and played with. His pants were undone and sliding off his hips seductively.

All Thaddaeus could think was how absolutely stunning Jeremiah looked. His disheveled and aroused state made him look like a painting, erotic art at its finest.

His soft rapid panting filled the quiet room as he tried to keep his composure as he watched the gangster before him remove his jacket, revealing his tattoos. Jeremiah's eyes widened as he reached for Thaddaeus trying to touch the gangster before him.

Jeremiah barely had a moment to process the skin to ink ratio when Thaddaeus hooked his fingers under his pants and underwear, stripping them off in one go exposing the smaller man whose embarrassment had him closing his legs.

Thaddaeus smirked at the sight before him, feeling himself get more aroused with each passing second. He placed his hands on Jeremiah's knees feeling the man flinch at his touch.

"I can't give you what you want if you close your legs." Thaddaeus whispered against Jeremiah's ear.

Jeremiah's body trembled as he closed his eyes before using his hands to cover his face.

"G-go slow," he whispered, his voice shaking, "I've never gone this far..."

"You're a virgin?" Thaddaeus asked, feeling oddly turned on by that revelation. The gangster didn't go for virgins but then again he didn't really go for anyone seriously, virgin or not. It went against the rules he set for himself.

Jeremiah simply nodded, his face still covered. Thaddaeus gently pulled Jeremiah's hands from his face, meeting his dark eyes that glistened with tears and swirled with nervousness and fear.

"I'll go slow and I'll be gentle." Thaddaeus said quietly, "But I can't promise it'll be easy and painless for you."

Jeremiah stared into Thaddaeus's eye for a long while before nodding slowly, still trembling with nervousness. Thaddaeus placed his hands on Jeremiah's knees again, slowly spreading them apart. The gangster got in between the smaller man's legs receiving a gasp as the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against Jeremiah's exposed member. Shocks of pleasure mixed with slight discomfort coursed through the smaller man's body.

Thaddaeus kissed Jeremiah slowly at first before deepening it. Jeremiah wasn't the best kisser, he was clumsy and mimicked Thaddaeus but as time progressed and he got more into it his skills improved and it felt more natural and almost bewitching. The gangster wrapped his hand around Jeremiah's throat pressing the soft spot between his collarbone gently as he explored the smaller man's mouth. Jeremiah's cute little moans were soft yet seductive.