Yuri’s teeth nipped at Angelo’s skin and he hissed in both pain and a surprising burst of pleasure that had his cock deciding it wanted in on the action, fuck everything his brain had just decided.
God, no, we need to stop, not keep pushing forward. Retreat, dammit. Retreat.
Angelo’s body didn’t obey him, however. His arms pulled Yuri closer then slipped down Yuri’s slender back and landed, for some reason, on the boy's arse. Angelo had never been much of an arse man in the past, but the two globes he held in his hands felt perfect. His brain didn’t shout wrong gender, or this is Yuri, for the love of god, Yuri or even the very simple stop. Instead, all his mind thought was more and mine and yes, yes, yes.
Yuri hissed when Angelo squeezed his sore posterior. “Ow, fuck.”
Angelo moved his hands like they were on fire. “Fuck, I'm sorry.”
Yuri reached behind him and brought one of Angelo's hands back to his arse. “No, don't be sorry. I'm not. It feels so good. God, so good.”
“I… Yuri, I don't think that—”
Yuri gave Angelo a brief kiss on his lips and more pleading with his damned pretty eyes. “Please? Can you… just a little bit? Just this once? I mean, I can't make you do anything, or be anything you're not, but I can feel your cock, Angelo, and I swear I can make you feel good. I promise. If you let me. If you want me to.”
“Good how?” Angelo asked warily. “Good in what way?”
Yuri laughed again, but this time it was rich and seductive. “Good however you want. But we can start with kissing. If you want. Only if you want.”
Angelo took a deep breath and tried to put his thoughts into some sort of order. Did he want any of this? The answer was an unhelpful yes and no. The thing that kept him seated, knowing he and Yuri were probably going to do more things that he’d never imagined doing with a guy, was knowing that Yuri would always be there. His forever, whether he wanted it or not. And Yuri was his. Angelo couldn’t shake the strange possessiveness that came over him when he touched Yuri. It made no sense at all, and yet it was. Yuri was his and Angelo wanted to do whatever was in his power to make him smile and see the sun come out in his sky-blue eyes.
“Kissing? Just kissing?”
Yuri nodded. “You’re in charge. You’re in control.” He shivered a little and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were full of hot need that Angelo wanted to slake however he could. “You call all the shots.” Yuri squared his shoulders and firmed his jaw. Yuri was a man. Yes. Definitely, despite the “princess” moniker Angelo had given him years ago. But still, somehow, Yuri was also the most beautiful thing Angelo had ever seen and he didn’t want to look away. Wasn’t sure he could look away. “So, if you’re okay with it, just kissing.” Yuri’s face fell a little. “Unless you don’t want to do that, either. Which. That's fair. I get it.”
Angelo made himself concentrate on something besides Yuri’s mouth. Kissing. Right. And despite his words, Angelo could tell how much Yuri wanted to be kissed. Angelo could do that. Kissing was fine, and this would be for Yuri, to make him feel better and chase away the shadows in his eyes. Somehow, that made the idea of kissing Yuri easier, rather than more difficult. Angelo dug his fingers into Yuri’s hair and tugged him closer. “You know you’re playing with fire, princess,” he whispered against Yuri’s lips. “Right?” Because that had to be said.
“I know.” Yuri held Angelo’s head still then kissed him hard, his tongue demanding entrance into Angelo’s mouth. When Angelo opened for him, Yuri dove inside greedily. He made small noises of pleasure that went right to Angelo’s cock. He didn’t think anyone had been this eager for him in his entire life. Yuri pulled back slightly, their noses almost brushing, and gasped for breath. “God, Angel, I need you. I need you so bad.”
Angelo cupped Yuri’s face and studied it. Every line and curve was perfect. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“Don’t you dare,” Yuri whispered against his lips. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
Yuri pulled back and made a rude noise with his throat.
Something about Yuri pulling away made panic bloom inside Angelo. He firmed his grip and pulled Yuri closer, not letting him escape. “You. Are. I’ve always thought so. It used to drive me mad when we were kids. All the adults looked at you and sighed at how pretty you were and they gave you every damn thing you ever wanted.”
That made Yuri grin. “I was a little shit, wasn’t I?”
“God. So much.”
Yuri’s expression became stern. “But so were you.”
“Never. I was an angel.”
“Ha! As if. You used to sneak out of your room at night and go who knows where. That was dangerous as hell, you know.” Yuri’s face was oddly stern.
“You were worried about me, princess? That’s… well, sweet.” Yuri and sweet shouldn’t have gone together in the slightest, despite what the adults had thought when they were children, but right now Yuri looked as if he was made entirely from candy floss and he was making Angelo’s mouth water.
Yuri snorted. “No.”
“But you were always waiting for me in my room when I got back. Come on. Admit you were worried about me,” Angelo taunted.
“God, Angelo, you’re so annoying. I was there, waiting, because I was jealous. There. Are you happy now?”
Angelo blinked at Yuri, momentarily thrown. “You were jealous? Shit, we were so young then. Nine. Ten? I can’t remember when I started sneaking out, but around then. I don’t know what to do
