WARNING: this chapter contains sexual content (smut). If you don't want to read it, feel free to skip and connect the dots on your own.
Adrian could feel Vincent's hands touching every inch of him. He hadn't thought about this feeling so strange until this very moment. Every part that Vincent's hand came into contact with just made him feel hot. This was an unusual experience. It didn't feel bad but Adrian wasn't sure if he liked it.
The two were naked in the bed. Vincent had left the light on. He had mumbled something about wanting to see everything about Adrian but Adrian was too distracted to listen to a word. The more he tried to think about something else the more he could only think about what was happening in this very moment.
Vincent's hand ran down Adrian's side and moved to his inner thigh. Adrian bit his lip with anticipation but Vincent didn't do anything. "Are you sure?" Vincent asked. Adrian nodded. "Because once I start, I won't be able to stop," Vincent warned. Adrian shivered. His voice was so different from usual. It was calm but cold. Cold but gentle? It was sexy. Let's leave it at that.
Adrian could feel Vincent's soft lips on his stomach. They were steadily moving down. Adrian clutched the bed sheets. The suspense was killing him. He didn't want to think about it. On the other hand, he completely wanted to think about it. His thoughts were only making him more aroused. He was dying for Vincent. He wanted him so badly but the sadist was making him wait.
He could feel the warmth of a tongue touching him. He wanted to open his mouth and tell Vincent what he was doing was disgusting. It wasn't hygienic. He shouldn't be using his mouth. Think about all of the germs down there. Although he wanted to say these things, he couldn't, because it felt too good. He couldn't speak anyway. He might as well give in. Adrian clutched the bed sheets harder. His back arched.
Vincent continued to tease Adrian with his tongue. He moved from the tip down the shaft. He enjoyed watching the look on Adrian's face. It kept changing because he couldn't speak. All of the words he wanted to say were written on his face in emotions. Expressions. Vincent loved every single one. He wanted to see more. Vincent wanted to memorize all of them. He began to do things he wouldn't normally do.
Adrian was starting to lose track of his thoughts. His brain was too clouded. Vincent was making him lose his mind. He began to feel the warmth of Vincent's mouth and he was growing more impatient. Vincent held his hips down so he couldn't respond. Adrian used his own hands to grab Vincent's head and force him down. It worked, but only slightly, because Vincent was still stronger than Adrian. He must be a demon or something. That was the only thing Adrian could think of to explain how evil he was being right now. He was taking his sweet ol' time. That's for sure.
Vincent wasn't talking but Adrian could still hear the sound of his voice confessing his undying love. It sent a chill down Adrian's spine. He wanted to reply to the voice in his head but he couldn't. He still couldn't remember how to talk. He wanted to say that he loved Vincent. He wanted to say that he needed him. That he wanted him. He wanted to moan for Vincent but he couldn't. No noise was escaping him. But something else did. And all over Vincent's face too. Adrian felt mortified.
"This is quite a bit," Vincent wiped his face with his hand, "you've been holding yourself back for a while, haven't you? Why didn't you ask for this sooner? I would've gladly helped you," Adrian hid his face with his hands after hearing that. If he had known Vincent wanted this too he would've said something. Well, written it. What about Vincent? Adrian wouldn't be satisfied if he was the only one feeling good in this situation.
"Open your mouth," Vincent said. Adrian did so. Vincent put three fingers in his mouth. "Suck on them," he ordered. Adrian did so. He was becoming aroused all over again. Why did he have a thing for this side of Vincent? He didn't understand himself. Maybe he was unusually submissive.
Vincent took his hand and began to insert a finger one by one into Adrian. It felt strange but not for long. Adrian didn't want to think about why Vincent was so good at this. He didn't want to imagine all the people he must've been with. But he did. It made him a little disappointed to think about it. He wanted Vincent to be only his.
Adrian's mind couldn't think about that for long when Vincent began to insert himself. He was startled and grabbed onto Vincent's shoulders. His nails dug into Vincent's skin. They were still so long. He hoped that he didn't leave a mark on Vincent. But part of him hoped he did. Adrian wanted to claim Vincent as his own. No one else was allowed to have him.
When Vincent began to move at a steady pace, Adrian suddenly began to drool. He didn't understand why this was happening. It just was. Maybe it was his body's response to the fact that he couldn't moan. The better he felt the more he drooled. It was starting to become embarrassing. Leave it to Adrian to be embarrassed at the fact that he was drooling and not the fact that he was completely at Vincent's mercy.
Adrian had released a few times but when he felt Vincent's warmth flooding inside his body he couldn't help himself from releasing again. Why was he such a mess? This man made him like this. That was the only explanation.
Vincent leaned down and whispered in Adrian's ear, "Be good, and I might visit you again," he said. Adrian opened his eyes to find himself sleeping on Vincent's side of the bed. It was a dream? Thank goodness. Wait. No. It was a dream. Adrian was disappointed. He wanted it to be real. He wanted it to be real so badly that his body was aroused again. Wait. Again? Adrian looked down to see his pants completely filthy. He had to clean himself up quickly before Vincent came home.
Adrian rushed to the closet to grab a new pair of pants before running to the bathroom. He closed the door, locked it, and heard the sound of another door opening. He'd made it just in time. Adrian turned on the water to the bath and pretended that he was going to take one. In reality, he was just cleaning up these pants and then himself. Why was he like this? He wished he could control himself better. Unfortunately, Vincent just wouldn't allow that. Adrian bit his lip and hoped he wouldn't have to explain himself. He wouldn't need to if Vincent never found out, right?
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Paint Me Like One Of Your French Men
FanfictionVincent is the heir to a company but refuses that life. He is done with a life trying to impress a mother that is never happy and only likes his face. He turns, instead, to a life of poverty and painting.