[ Jordan's POV ]
....."Don't be scared, pretty boy. I've got you," I whispered against his neck, running my hands down the length of his delicate spine and along the soft planes of the small of his back.
His trembling was ceasing slowly but surely as I continued to stroke down his back, gazing up at him and observing his movements, which were mainly stemming from his hips that ground softly between my legs. His cheeks were nearly scarlet at this point and I could feel every shiver that went down his spine.
"Aleksandr... we can take this as slowly as you want, you know... I just want you to feel safe," I murmured, watching as he leaned down, his silken tummy pressing against my own. He hesitantly traced my lip with his tongue, then sat up to slip my shirt up over my head.
"I want you. I've just never done this before.." He took my hat off and tossed it to the side, then brushed his forehead against mine, his dusky amber eyes holding me down before him.
"Aleks.." My brain went blank and my words hooked in my throat as he kissed down my stomach. The Russian boy's thin and pretty fingers fumbled at my belt and I helped him get the pants off and out of the way. He was just so undoubtedly innocent with those thick-lashed eyes made of honey and amber and that subtle little frame.... It drove me insane. I wanted nothing more than to take him by the hips and do the unthinkable to him until he was a limp and sweaty mess underneath me.
His virginal and chaste attempts at being risque and naughty made my head spin. He was almost otherworldly as he bent down, dark velvet lashes brushing the porcelain of his cheeks. His lips eagerly enveloped my hard length and I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying not to thrust in his mouth. To compensate, I brought my knee up for him to grind and rub himself on.
He was just taunting me at this point, taking all of me into his mouth and suckling, hollowing his cheeks and looking across at me with those almond-shaped eyes that were glazed over with an enchanting sensuality. As he slid me out, his lips were glistening and a thin web of his spit was suspended from his tongue, connecting and dripping down my cock. I was smouldering and nearing internal combustion when he made the move that drove me over the edge. He ran his tongue all along me and wiped his mouth leisurely on the back of his hand.
"Oh, my.." I grabbed him by the hips and in response, he leaned down and took my lower lip between his teeth in a way that made me squirm beneath him, wanting nothing more than the boy spread-eagled with his wrists tied to the bedposts.
Aleksandr looked down at me, russet flames blazing within his irises as I rubbed circles on his hips with my thumbs. "I want it now, Jordan.."
I knew exactly what I'd give him.
~To be continued...
- Emrys & Dean
