Death's Middle Name {boyxboy}

Chapter Nineteen

~Thursday 21st December 2017~

"Watching me sleep is a little creepy, don't you think?" Alwynn wore a sated smile, still running his fingers through Vant's hair despite being well aware he was awake.

"You're not asleep though, are you?" Alwynn's smile only grew when Vant's eyes opened, the alexandrite iris' brightening when they landed on the boy's face.

"How long have you been up?" Vant asked, covering his mouth whilst he yawned, fatigue dripping from his husky voice.

"Couple hours," Alwynn murmured, suppressing the yawn he felt clawing at his own throat.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Alwynn giggled, peppering a few chaste kisses to Vant's willing lips.

"I liked watching you sleep, you looked peaceful. Besides, it's not like I have anywhere to be, I called in sick when I woke up," Vant cocked an eyebrow, a sceptical expression taking over his face, "I ache, OK? I don't want to have to chase little kids around when I can barely walk," Alwynn knew Vant could tell when he was lying but thought maybe a half-truth was different.

"How bad?" Vant started to lift the bottom of the shirt Alwynn had slipped on earlier that morning but the boy instantly gripped his wrists, shaking his head vehemently.

"Not that bad," he lied, "I'm fine," Vant frowned, sitting up and forcing Alwynn to lie back, looming over the boy.

"Why won't you let me look at you?" Alwynn bit down on his bottom lip nervously, his eyes flittering away from the man for a few seconds.

"Because I know you won't like what you see," he muttered, releasing his grip on Vant's wrists, allowing the man to peel the shirt away from his body. Alwynn grimaced at the frown deepening on Vant's face, following the man's gaze as it flickered over the marks littered across his pale skin. Besides the two bite marks on his neck and shoulder, Alwynn had dark bruises on his hips, legs and arms that seemed to anger Vant with every second he looked.

"They're not that bad, Vant," Alwynn insisted, wincing when the man pressed his fingers gently over one of the worse marks on his hip bone, "stop hating yourself, I can see it in your eyes," Alwynn reached up, cupping Vant's cheek and caressing the velvet skin.

"I'm sorry," Vant whispered, leaning down to kiss each bruise one by one, the light touches awakening Alwynn's cock when the subtle pain mixed in with the amplifying pleasure.

"I-It's fine, really," Alwynn breathed, his eyes never leaving Vant's as the man moved up his body to attach their lips. The kiss was nothing like the ones shared the previous night, it was slow, sensual, almost loving, though that didn't mean it didn't arouse Alwynn to no extent.

"What about here?" Alwynn gasped when Vant's fingers found their way to the cleft of his ass, "turn over, sweet boy," Alwynn followed Vant's instruction, rolling onto his front and wrapping his arms around one of the pillows for the support he would no doubt need.

Alwynn bit down on his bottom lip when Vant spread his cheeks, the boy's body humming with anticipation. A soft mewl slipped from Alwynn's lips when Vant's hot tongue lapped at his twitching hole, likely tasting his own juices from earlier that had soiled Alwynn's untouched skin.

"Fu-Fuck, Vant..."Alwynn clutched at the pillow, shamelessly grinding back against Vant's tongue, desperate for more and more. He couldn't quite manage to force the words to leave his mouth as broken pleads were punctuated with whimpers, moans and groans. Clearly no longer satisfied with the gentle licks around Alwynn's hole, Vant slipped his tongue inside, very nearly sending the boy over the edge.

Vant kissed, bit and sucked on Alwynn's entrance, pushing his tongue in further to lap at his insides, sending the boy into an almost frenzy as he came. Alwynn panted, trying to suck in enough air to dispell the dizziness that clouded his mind, his muscles still twitching and shivering from his mind-numbing climax.