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“I disgust you.” I blink in shock. “What?”
“Then you’re not looking hard enough.”
If he hits me, I won’t hit him back.
“You think you disgust me?” “I fucking know I do!” Something snaps, and I reach forward and wrap my hand around his neck. His eyes go wide, and I see him thinking about throwing me off. I ask him the question again. “That’s what you see when I look at you, Felix?”
Without another thought, I press my mouth hard against his. When he moans, delicious and submissive, I groan.
Nico Savini has his body pressed against me, his lips on mine, and his tongue in my mouth, and like that all wasn’t terrible enough, I’m fucking hard.
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There’s some desperate low whine coming from somewhere, and I’m terrified it’s fucking me.
Before I can second guess it, I reach out and clutch a fistful of his shirt and pull him back into me. He’s on me as desperately as he was before, and this time I match that ferocity.
Then he’s kissing me again like he literally cannot stop. It’s fucking with my head a little because it feels so bloody good. So natural. Like all this time this is what we should have been doing instead of fighting.
“But like, since when do you suck cock?” “You’re my first,” he says. “So it’s all teeth, right?” My smile falls and he laughs.
“You think if I was going to experiment with guys, I’d choose you?” It sounds like he finds the idea not only absurd but faintly dangerous. “Um, well, I am the perfect specimen of man.” I gesture down my body.
“You want me to go down on you?” I ask, as my fingers creep toward his dick—cut, well-proportioned, and still very hard. “Actually,” he says very seriously, “I’d really like you to get onto all fours and let me eat you out.”
“Turn around, princess.” “Um, no. That’s not something you’re going to call me in bed.” “Just in public, then?” “Not if you’re fond of your balls.”
“I’d like to.” “Yeah,” he says, “me too.” He sounds miserable about it. Or at least, very conflicted.
I’m afraid of what else he might say, and since kissing him earlier was as great as I imagined, and is also sure to stop him talking, I move up the bed and do it again.
I move quickly before he starts thinking again,
Felix on his back, legs spread, panting as I finger him. Begging for it. For me.
“Jesus,” I groan. “I don’t want you to call me that in bed either,” he says.
“You’re a fucking nightmare.” As I begin to move, he bites my lip so hard that I feel blood leak onto my tongue. “Best fucking nightmare you’ve ever had,” he laughs.
I’m staring so long that he reaches back and pulls one cheek to spread his ass. “Do you like my boy pussy, Savini?”
“Choke me,” he says. “What?” He raises a hand, places it over mine, and then positions it where he wants it. He squeezes my fingers. “Choke. Me.”
I fuck and choke and thrust and fuck, and soon, it’s all too much. He’s insanely beautiful like this. Whimpering and fucked out, loose and obliging.
“Yes,” he begs over and over. “Fuck, Nico, yes.”
NICO
“Christ, Savini.” He’d called me Nico before. As he’d begged, he’d called me Nico.
“You might be as good at fucking as you are at dancing.” “You called me the best dancer in the world, so that’s quite the compliment.”
He’s smiling, and it’s up there with the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. He has freckles over his nose and cheeks. Light and slightly faded. I’ve never noticed this before. But then, I’d never been this close to him; I’d never been lucky enough to be this close.
I’m still fully naked and half-hard. Not surprising since I have a fully naked, half-asleep Felix in my bed.
I thought some shit about you which was so fucking wrong. You’ve surprised me.” “Was there an apology in there somewhere?” “No.”
“Don’t tempt me.” “But that’s what I’m good at…” It’s the last thing he says before his breathing evens out and his mouth goes slack with sleep. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I know.”
I stare at him far longer than I’ll ever admit to.
It can be tomorrow’s problem. Or Monday’s problem. Or maybe I just don’t make it a problem at all.
“I really like seeing my cock in your mouth.” “Mmm, well I really like having it in there.”
“Keep my cock in your mouth—don’t suck it—and make yourself come.”
The quiet intimacy of the moment is intense, and it’s hard to meet his eye, but again, in a low commanding voice, that fuck me is so hot, he says, “Eyes on mine, Felix.”
“Can I fuck you again?” he asks. “Yes fucking please.” “Now?” “No, next week. Of course fucking now.”
“Open your mouth,” he says. I know what he’s going to do before he does it, and I almost groan. It’s one of my fiercest kinks; it always turns me on so fast and so hard. But the fact that it’s him, Nico fucking Savini, does something almost incendiary to my insides. I open my mouth. Savini spits directly into it and I close my eyes and groan, fucking down harder.
“Make me come with that perfect pussy,” he says. “Go on. You can do it.”
“I don’t hate you,” he says. “I’ve never hated you.”
If I don’t overthink it, then I can breathe. Felix in my bed, Felix in my clothes, Felix in my kitchen.
His wife died and he’s been sad, and well, I help him with that.” I see him regret saying that out loud the moment he does. “Therapy is a thing that exists.” “Yeah, well, sex with me is more fun and a lot less expensive.” I smile because he’s not wrong.
“I still hate you,” he says against my mouth. Holding his head in both hands, I pull back to look down between us. “Yeah, I can see that.”
“Fuck…” he says when I slide one hand down his body to play with his hole. “I can still feel you in there.” “Good.”
“Can you eat me out again?” “Say please.” “Fuck you. Please.”
“You want us to go back to pretending we hate each other?” “I wasn’t pretending.”
“But yeah, if we could just go back to the status quo, that would be brilliant.” “Dunno, now I know what you sound like when you come it’s going to be real hard to un-hear that.”
“We should absolutely do this again,” I breathe against his ear. I feel his whole body tremble, curling into me. “We absolutely should not.”
“Also, I hate you.” This time, I roll my eyes. “Keep telling yourself that, princess.” “Stop fucking calling me that.” “Okay, beautiful.”
“Let me know you get home okay.” “Absolutely fucking not.”
I decide that it’s Nico’s fault.
Maybe I’m just a person people bang on couches; no good for anything else.
