[Jordan's POV]
This made him bring his hand over to grasp at my shirt, asking almost desperately for more of my biting. In response, I gave his lip a soft stroke with my tongue and broke away in an attempt to clear my head, which was still dizzy from his intoxicating presence. It took me a moment to process that the boy had indeed kissed me back, in a way that was not pity, but in a way that had potrayed mutual desire.
Aleks still had his eyes closed and was centimeters away from my lips, breathing soundly. His hand was limply gripping my shirt now. "What was that?" He said in a calm, almost whisper.
"I'm sorry for just springing on you like that... I..." My words lodged in my throat and I recoiled, losing my train of thought.
I looked down just as he opened his eyes. He put the laptop on the nightstand and sat cross-legged against my thigh, facing me. Cautiously, he tipped my chin up with his long, slender fingers and brushed his lips against mine once more.
The shock settled in once he started biting and suckling on my own lower lip; it sunk deep into me until it burst into flame, setting me ablaze with the taste of him, the feel of him, the closeness of him...
The sensation of the boy nursing my lip with his tongue made my head spin in millions of directions... Suddenly I felt as if this boy was the only one I'd ever want on chilly evenings with wifi and lust in the air.
I stroked his cheek gently with my thumb, drawing him closer. His lips parted against my own and he breathed softly upon my mouth, "Jordan..."
His dark lashes fluttered like a raven's wings as I traced my nose and mouth down his throat. He was huffing and whimpering, trying his best not to moan loudly.
I took him by the hips and brought him to his knees, slipping his shirt over his head.
His hair fell messily back into place as he blushed shades of powdery pink that made me want to hold him close and brush my fingers along his cheeks for hours on end.
He was starry-eyed and breathless, lips swollen like berries ripe for the picking. He sat on his knees before me, his soft porcelain tummy rising and falling with each nervous breath, his slender and wispy angel frame nearly bared for me.
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The sight before me made me dizzy with longing. I spread my legs, laying flat on my back, allowing him to crawl between them. He straddled my thigh bashfully, looking down at me with anticipation and nervousness flooding his eyes.
I reached forward, letting his frail torso snake across mine as I pulled him down and close to me. My fingers tangling in his disheveled onyx locks as I comfortingly acknowledged his fear. "Shh... you don't have to know exactly what your doing, Aleks. Let it happen." He nuzzled his face into the palm of my hand, which rested warmly on his cheek.
"I want this..." He breathed against my skin.
"Don't be scared, pretty boy. I've got you," I whispered, running my hands down the length of his delicate spine and the planes of the small of his back.
~To be continued...
-Emrys & Dean
