The Untouchable

Chapter 91

Sennoy stormed to the balcony door and flung it open, letting the chilly October air flood the room. The wind stirred the dusty gray tulle, making him sneeze as he swatted the fabric away from his face.

"Ugh, how do you live in this dump? Good thing you put away the Christmas lights, or my eyes would be burning," he said, lighting a cigarette and lying back down.

Daniel pulled the blanket up and wrapped himself in it, not intending to reply. He still shuddered with disgust from having to kiss, spread his legs, and get off from the rough treatment. His body felt weak, and he wanted to sleep, but he had to hold on until Sennoy left. Make the bed, wash until he felt clean again, then relax.

"Why are you all puffed up like a scared mouse?" Sennoy looked around for a place to dump the ashes and flicked them into a glass of water. "Dan, don't just sit there in silence. I don't like dragging words out of you."

"Don't smoke in here. I have to sleep here later," Daniel replied dryly. "And anyway, don't you have to..."

"Not yet," Sennoy interrupted, taking one last puff before stubbing out the cigarette in the glass. "I liked it tonight. Better than last time. You're still a bit stiff," he kissed Daniel's neck, sniffed, and chuckled. "You smell like milk. Always thought that. A milk boy in both scent and color. You never tan, do you? Let's go again."

Daniel looked into his darkening eyes, hesitated a moment, then nodded and rolled over onto his stomach.

"From behind now. Just don't pile into me. It hurts."

"I'll try," Sennoy said, kissing his shoulder. "You're so tender, Dan," he reached for Daniel's lips but was met with a face buried in the pillow. "What's wrong?"

"You stink," Daniel mumbled into the pillow.

"You're cranky," Sennoy replied, pulling back the blanket, lying on top of him, and kissing his shoulders. "I'll smoke afterward if kissing me bothers you. You never complained before."

"Never had to kiss you before," Daniel lifted his hips, following the movement of his hands, and hissed as the cold wind hit his damp skin. "Fuck, it's cold."

"Oh, fuck!" Sennoy jumped out of bed, took two strides to the balcony door, and slammed it shut. "Cold, nasty, painful. And I thought it'd be easier with a man. Though you..." He stopped.

Daniel instantly raised his head like an angry viper, his survival instincts flaring.

"Finish what you started. I'm not a man, huh? Just a rooster?"

"Calm down, Dan. You're a man. I don't think you're a rooster. I kiss you on the lips, touch you everywhere, even put my fingers inside your ass," Sennoy easily rolled him over and pinned him down, fingers interlocked. "You're just different. You don't shy away from things most men would. Like, you show fear openly. You seduce with a flick of your eyelashes, like a girl. Quiet, I didn't mean anything bad."

"Bullshit, let me go! I don't want to do this anymore. Get out, I'm sick of it!" Daniel twisted beneath him, trying to escape, but Sennoy was rock hard and getting more excited. A hard cock rubbed against his groin, the man's scent heightened, and his chest muscles outlined sharply. His gray eyes squinted.

Sennoy shifted, positioning himself, and adjusted his cock against Daniel's opening.

"Get off, I said!" Daniel yelled, struggling. Sennoy, panting, thrust all the way in and groaned, locking their hands again. He sucked on Daniel's neck, breathing heavily and thrusting into the creaking couch. Daniel bit the cushion, trying to escape into a meditative state. He couldn't get in the right mood, had to endure the powerful thrusts hitting his prostate, igniting unwanted arousal.