Obsession, Wanting you (BoyxBoy) [ON HOLD]

chapter 7: Desirable

There will have a bit of BoyxBoy action in this chapter so if you don't feel comfortable with it, don't read it. :)

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I woke up with Michael's warm body against mine, his face hovering over me, his eyes wide and expressive. It seemed like he was ready for something that seemed dangerous and dirty. I had never seen him this way, so daring and edgy. He looked a bit older with his dark hair falling around his shoulders and with his eyes so lustful and full of want.

What had happened to him? When did his cute white nightgown disappear?

I said nothing, I was afraid he might move away, or that he might realize how crazy this whole thing was. I liked the way he felt against me, despite my skin feeling flushed and me trying to find something to hold on to. It felt awkward to just have my fingers hanging uselessly by my side while Michael's hands roamed my body freely. I wasn't supposed to be the shy one or the confused and scared one. I tried to swallow but my throat was dry and my mouth wasn't producing much spit. He clumsily climbed on top of me and pressed his soft lips hungrily against mine, it felt as if he were devouring me. His hands traveled over my chest eagerly.

Everything was moving so fast.

He didn't feel like any of the girls I had ever slept with. I didn't expect him to taste so different or his kisses to be so exciting. He was supple and unblemished, and underneath my hands his body was small and delicate.

I reached up and tangled his soft hair between my fingers before I yanked it a bit roughly. He cried out and his rushed kisses came to a halt.

"Have I done something wrong?" his sweet voice worried, his breathing heavy. He had a confused look in his eyes that made my heart go pitter patter.

"I want you," I said before I flipped us over and pinned him beneath me. He looked so shocked that I almost let him go but my grip stayed strong like iron, but gentle I couldn't bring myself to bruise him. I knew that maybe I was wrong but it felt so entirely right to have utter control over someone I desired so strongly. It was almost like a wonderful dream.

He tilted his head to the side adorably as if he were demanding an explanation. I didn't bother to answer his gesture, I just began to kiss at his neck and trail my tongue down his chest.

I was always in control when it came to situations like this and I would be damned if he was going to change that.

I felt his surprisingly firm cock pressed against me so I began to slowly stroke him with my hand as I continued to kiss and lick his chest and stomach, he didn't struggle to get away but moaned sensuously. When I increased the speed he twitched in surprise and I felt him tense up as though something had scared him. I had never touched another guy before, but I did my best. I stroked him the way Vivian stroked me and I touched him how I would touch myself, neither too roughly nor too gently.

With my combined skills he calmed down and started to enjoy himself. I saw that I was giving him pleasure and a smirk touched my lips, this wasn't so hard. I was actually starting to feel confident when I realized his body was warm and needy. He pressed himself against me and little cries of pleasure escaped his lips. I began to pump his cock faster and faster while his face displayed looks of unadulterated pleasure and passion.

How had I gotten here with him?

I wanted him to be mine; I wanted to remember every beautiful look that crossed his face. Every line and every detail so beautifully structured and formed. Someone had taken their time creating him; someone had put love and care into making something of such grace and perfection.

I never wanted anyone else to see him like this, in the heat of passion. I didn't care that I was being selfish, possessive, or any of the bad things that came along with trying to keep someone you cared for away from others. I just couldn't find the capacity to give a shit. He was mine, and that was it.

"You can't do this with anyone else," I said quickly. My voice rushed out in anger at the thought of someone else doing something like this with him or to him. They wouldn't be gentle like I was, they might hurt him and I couldn't stand the thought of any more bruises on his tan smooth skin.

He looked up as I spoke not quite focusing on me, as if the pleasure was clouding his thoughts or like maybe he was seeing everything in a different way. I didn't try to make him realize that I was saying something important to him I just let him ride the waves of ecstasy. I looked down at his pale cock and realized that his skin was smooth and creamy, no trace of pubic hairs. I never shaved myself bare but I did trim.

"Would you mind if I used my mouth on you?" I had hesitated a bit when I said it, not quite believing it myself, but damn if he didn't look delicious. I knew how fantastic a warm mouth felt on my cock and I wanted to give him that pleasure. My expression must have looked a bit nervous or something because Damian had a sympathetic look on his face.

"You don't have to," he replied in a way that made it seem like he thought he was undesirable. It pissed me off that someone like him wasn't aware of his own beauty and appeal.

"Look, if I didn't want to I wouldn't have offered," my voice came out harsh and forceful. Before he could say anything else, I had him in my mouth, my tongue playing with the tip of his cock. He was crying out sweetly now, his hips pulled back, then thrust forward, his fingers now tangled in my hair. He tasted so clean and sweet. Vivian had done this to me many times just to make me cum, when she couldn't stay long enough for a fuck. I knew just where to lick and use my lips. It was almost as if I were a pro. He was panting and squirming underneath me, his eyes squeezed shut.

His sweet cries and twitching cock in my mouth were too much, I couldn't help myself any longer. I reached down into my boxers and began to stroke my own cock as fast as I could. I had the strongest urge to start licking his balls, but that soon disappeared when I heard my bedroom door open.

I turned to see my beautiful mother standing in the doorway.

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