Yuri rolled, got on his knees, and positioned himself head down and arse up. “You better prep me properly.”
“Shut up, Yuri.”
Yuri let out a humph of frustration, but he closed his mouth. For the moment.
The first thing Angelo did was press his palms against the globes of Yuri’s arse. “So hot,” he murmured. “God. So red and pretty.” He squeezed and Yuri let out an involuntary yelp. “Mine.”
Yuri still didn’t believe it, but he went along, not wanting the fairy tale to end.
Angelo spread Yuri’s cheeks apart. “Damn, princess, but you are fucking pretty down here.” His finger lightly traced the rim of Yuri’s hole. “I’m impressed, I gotta say.”
Unseen by Angelo, Yuri rolled his eyes. “I’m rich, gay, and vain. Of course I look good down there. It takes a lot of time and money to maintain such a magnificent specimen as I.”
“No doubt.” Angelo pressed his thumb against Yuri’s pucker but didn’t attempt to breach it. “Even if it’s not for me, I appreciate it.” Angelo ran his thumb down Yuri’s taint and over the crease of his smooth bollocks. He cupped them and rolled them gently in his hand.
“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” Yuri felt like his entire body was going to explode and they’d barely gotten to the good stuff.
“Good. Maybe you'll be quiet then.” Angelo spread Yuri's cheeks wide enough to sting his still-tender flesh.
Yuri felt hot breath blow along his skin. “Angelo?” he squeaked. He couldn't possibly be doing what Yuri thought he was— “Fuck me,” he shouted, not caring if Philippe or the security or if even all of Oxford heard him.
Angelo had licked him. There.
Omigod omigod.
“Getting there,” Angelo muttered, then he dove right in.
This was a first ever for Yuri. He'd been rimmed, sure, but never this soon. Rimming was generally something you saved for after you were really comfortable with a guy, and that could take weeks, or months. Then it occurred to Yuri that he and Angelo had waited twenty-three years to do this, so maybe they weren't jumping the gun after all.
Angelo was good at it, too, although it was hard to fuck up rimming, as far as Yuri was concerned. Still, Angelo wasn't tentative about anything. He lapped at Yuri's hole, working at the ring of muscle to loosen it, then pushed inside.
Yuri's body screamed with silent pleasure. Angelo was right. He had known how to shut Yuri up.
“How do you want to do it?” Angelo asked, then went back to eating Yuri out.
“Um… what?” Yuri was totally lost.
“Sex.” Angelo's thumb replaced his mouth. He lightly played with Yuri's entrance but didn't push inside. It was maddening. “How do you want me to fuck you? My experience with having sex with men is limited to porn research and my imagination. I have no idea if either is anything close to reality. What's the easiest position for you?”
That is the moment Yuri gave up entirely and allowed himself to be completely and idiotically in love with Angelo. The die was cast, there was no going back, and Yuri was an utter goner. Jacki was probably going to give him a good smack when he told her.
Angelo reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube. Yuri heard him click the cap open and the sound brought a Pavlovian response hardening his cock even further while making everything else in his body tingle with want and anticipation.
Cool wet fingers replaced Angelo's thumb, playing over his skin but not penetrating.
“God, inside me, you fucking bastard tease!” Yuri tried to thrust back onto the fingers but they were elusive.
“You never answered my question.” One of Angelo's fingers slipped past the initial ring of muscle then stopped.
Yuri moaned in frustration. “What question?”
“I'm going to get you ready then I'm going to fuck you. What position do you want? My fingers aren't going anywhere until you tell me.”
Yuri wiggled his bum, trying to get Angelo's finger to go deeper. “I don't care! Just do it, already.”
Angelo pushed his finger in slightly deeper. “In your fantasies, what position are you in?”
“Just fuck me, dammit.” Yuri wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. “I don't care how.”
“I do. When you fantasize about me, how am I taking you?”
Yuri barked a laugh. “Who says you're the one topping me in my fantasies?”
“Absolutely no one,” Angelo said. “Tell me what you like. Tell me what gets you off.” Angelo pulled his finger out of Yuri and that made him want to scream from frustration.
The accurate answer was every single physically possible thing. There was no sexual fantasy starring Angelo that didn't end up with Yuri coming both hard and fast. Even after all these years. But Angelo wanted a specific answer, so he blurted out the first thing that flashed into his brain. “I want to ride your cock.”
“Tell me more.” Angelo tried to keep his voice even but Yuri heard a catch in there. He wasn't as unaffected by Yuri as he was trying to pretend. Angelo slid his finger inside Yuri as far as he could. Yuri still wanted more, and Angelo must have read his mind, because he said, “If you tell me your fantasy, I'll give you another finger.”
“Jesus. Fine. So you're on your back. I get on top of you, grip your cock, and then I fuck myself on it. Pretty damn simple. Give me my extra finger now.”
“You’re such a greedy boy. You always were.” Angelo pulled out then thrust in with a second finger. “And you got everything you wanted just by batting those pretty eyelashes of yours. It used to drive me insane.” Angelo pumped in and out a few times, just barely grazing Yuri's prostate. They'd have to work on that. But later.
There sure as fuck better be a later, Yuri thought. He said, “I didn't get everything I ever wanted.”
Angelo stilled, even the fingers in Yuri's hole stopping their in-and-out slide. “You're about to.”
Which was true, or nearly so, but it still rankled to
