Yuri wrinkled his adorable nose. “When did that thing expire?”
Angelo looked. “The future. December of this year. We're good.”
“You're such a cliché, Mr. Condom-in-his-wallet. You know that, right? Because if you don't, here's me, now, saying it out loud. You, Angel, are a huge cliché.”
“Would you rather ask Philippe or one of the guards to go get some?”
Yuri shook his head vigorously. “Come on, cliché boy. If we're gonna do this thing, let's do it.”
Angelo crawled on top of Yuri's body, caging it in with his limbs. “Anything you want, princess.”
“What? Really?” Those words held genuine emotion. Yuri looked flattered and nervous, serious and excited. “Anything?”
“Within reason. How about we stick to vanilla tonight, though? I don't want my first time with you to be all about the props and whatever else you’re into.”
Yuri's eyes went wide and he squeaked.
“What?” Angelo asked. He'd lost most of his erection, as had Yuri, but getting them back shouldn't be a challenge. “I swear, sex doesn't have to all be kink.” He frowned at Yuri. “I hope.”
Yuri shook his head. “Uh, no. Vanilla is a fine flavor. We'll work our way up to mint chocolate chip or something. How do you feel about rum raisin?”
“Yuri?”
“Yes, Angel?”
Angelo framed Yuri's face with his hands. “I love when you call me Angel.” Yuri blushed the perfect shade of pink.
“Aww.”
“So don't take it the wrong way when I say that I'm going to kiss you because it's the only way to shut you up.”
Yuri gave a little excited wiggle that had amazing powers of erection restoration. “Or sucking your cock. Hard to talk then.”
“Shut up, Yuri.”
Yuri wrapped his long, slender arms around Angelo and held on tight. He was surprisingly strong. “Not until you kiss me, Angelo.”
So that's exactly what Angelo did.
23
Yuri Is Delicious
Yuri probably should have been concentrating on the kiss, and a large percentage of him was. Somewhere upwards of sixty percent, surely. Ten percent was thankful he’d showered that afternoon, five percent was irritated Angelo had lied about ever touching someone’s bum, and the rest was focused on one shining idea. Angelo had said “the first time.” Implying there would be a second time. And a third. And so on, into potential sexual infinity.
It seemed way too good to be true, but the words had come out of Angelo’s mouth like they were fact, and not an extremely shaky supposition.
For a long time, Angelo seemed completely content to kiss him while burying his fingers in Yuri’s hair. He made short forays to Yuri’s jaw and neck and ears, but he came back, time after time, to Yuri’s lips.
“I should’ve kissed you years ago,” Angelo muttered in a husky voice.
Yuri longed to shout out, “obviously!” but he was able to restrain himself from doing more than pulling Angelo tighter to him. His cock, which had flagged a bit, was back to being rock-hard. He longed to rub it along Angelo’s cock, but their disparity in heights wasn’t conducive and Yuri needed more. So much more.
“Please,” Yuri begged, not caring in the slightest he was begging.
Angelo’s head dipped down to suck, then bite, Yuri’s nipple.
“Jesus!” he exclaimed. “Fuck. Do the other one.”
Angelo let out a low laugh, but moved obediently enough to Yuri’s other nipple.
It was far more pleasurable than he’d thought it would be. He’d had them played with, of course, and licked and bitten, but this was different. So much better. He wanted Angelo to never stop. He also wanted Angelo to touch his cock, and fuck him, and then spoon him while they slept, with Angelo heroically sleeping on the wet spot. Yuri wanted a lot of things.
All those things flew out of his head entirely, however, when Angelo drew his magical hands down Yuri’s body, playing as they went, and then ended up on Yuri’s thighs. He saw Angelo stare down at Yuri’s erect and leaking cock.
Well, yeah. This would be the sticking point. Yuri had a cock. A definite cock. No getting around it cock. But instead of pulling away and making some pathetic excuse that would both hurt and enrage Yuri, Angelo traced one finger over Yuri’s cock from base to tip. His fingertip ghosted over Yuri’s slit, then Angelo brought the finger to his mouth.
“That’s…” Angelo paused, thinking.
Gross? Yuri thought. Not somewhere I can go? Nasty? “What?” it came out a bit more sharply than Yuri would’ve liked.
“Not bad, actually. Good to know.”
“I am fucking delicious,” Yuri stated. “Also. Haven’t you tasted your… you know?”
“No. I have no idea. Tell me.” A wicked grin spread over Angelo’s face. He bent down to lick up a drop of precum that had fallen onto Yuri’s stomach.
“Fuck. I forget. No, wait. Precum. Haven’t you ever tasted yours? Or your jizz? Because we’re all more or less similar in… ah… flavor.” When Angelo didn't say anything, Yuri added, “Or is that too gay for you?” It was teasing, but also a challenge. Yuri looked down at Angelo and waited for his response.
Angelo snorted, but he was smiling. “Brat.”
“Tosser!” Because some habits died hard.
“You’re never going to get your dick sucked with that attitude, mister.”
Yuri felt like he flushed all over. “Um. Really?”
Angelo looked down at Yuri’s body and considered. “Probably. Eventually. I mean, I’m gonna work my way up to it, but, yeah. That’s probably gonna happen. Probably definitely. I’m good with my mouth, princess. I bet you a hundred Euros I can make you scream.”
“Oh my god.” Yuri would’ve fainted except he was already lying down.
“But later.”
“Aww.” Yuri pouted, but he couldn’t stop the thrill of excitement that filled him from head to toes at not only Angelo sucking his cock, but that he was even at all interested.
“Come on, hands and knees.” Angelo lightly slapped the side of
