“God, Yuri, I swear you’re going to be the death of me.”
Good, because I know you’re going to be the death of me first. “Take me to bed,” Yuri repeated. “I need it. Need you. This is your fault, you know.”
Angelo dragged his thumb over Yuri’s lips. “How do you figure that, princess?”
“I’m greedy. You always say so, and it’s true. I need more. I need everything. I need you, and that’s all your fault.”
“You seem to have some sort of grudge against me.” Angelo began to back through his kitchen and Yuri followed.
“The worst,” Yuri agreed. With Angelo retreating and Yuri advancing, they made their way down the short hallway to Angelo’s bedroom. The place was already etched in his memory as where he’d had one of the best orgasms of his entire life. Please, god, let there be many, many more.
“And you’re here for what, exactly?” Angelo shut his bedroom door behind Yuri. “Revenge?”
Yuri shook his head. “I want reparations. I want concessions.”
“Concessions? Were we at war?”
Yuri pulled at the hem of Angelo’s t-shirt and tugged it off him. “Yeah, for only like twenty-three years, and I won, so be a good little conquered royal and give me what I demand.”
Angelo smirked down at him. “And what’s that, Princess?”
Yuri’s thumb traced over and over Angelo’s nipple, loving how hard it got. He leaned forward, took it into his mouth, and sucked hard while biting at it with his teeth. Angelo threw back his head and groaned loudly. “Fuck! God. Do the other one.”
That made Yuri grin, but he complied because it was what he wanted. Listening to Angelo moan because of his fingers and his mouth made Yuri mad with lust. That and the cock he could feel poking him through Angelo’s pyjama bottoms. His hand curled around it and tugged.
“God, Yuri. What you want is everything, isn’t it?”
“Right answer. I want everything.” He stroked Angelo through the thin, silky fabric that covered his cock.
Angelo pushed against Yuri’s hand insistently. “Do I win a prize? For a correct answer?”
“Fuck yeah.” Yuri pulled Angelo’s mouth down to his own and kissed him until he was breathless. “You get me.” Also my crazy ex, but we’ll worry about that later. After the orgasms. All the orgasms. Every single one. And maybe a nap.
26
Angelo Is Yurisexual
There was something Yuri wasn’t telling him, but Angelo decided that an interrogation could wait until later. First, he’d fuck Yuri, then he’d shovel some food into him, then he’d get his answers. One way or another.
Angelo folded his hand over the one Yuri was using mercilessly on his cock and knocked it aside. “This isn’t a fluke, Yuri.” He began to nudge Yuri towards his bed.
Yuri licked his lips, something he always did when he was nervous. “Maybe you’re just being nice to me.”
That made Angelo laugh. He gave Yuri a shove and he went sprawling onto the bed. “I’m not that altruistic. Strip, princess. I want to watch.”
Yuri blushed deeply but his eyes burned. He pulled his shirt over his head. “I don’t get why you’re doing this. Why you’d let me—”
“Let’s get one thing straight.” Angelo ignored the snort that Yuri made when he said straight. “I’m not doing you any favors. I’m not letting you do anything. I’m not sacrificing myself on some imaginary altar. I am going to fuck you. I’m going to enjoy fucking you. And until you tell me to stop, I’m going to go on fucking you. Is that understood?”
“Not really, no.” Yuri unbuttoned his jeans then slid them down his legs.
Angelo stared at Yuri’s underpants. “Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?”
Yuri’s uncertainty morphed into a huge grin. “You like?”
He was wearing men’s briefs. At first Angelo had thought they were knickers, but he saw at once how wrong that was. Usually, they didn’t have a fly. More to the point, they didn’t say “PWR BTM” on the waistband. Angelo was fairly confident about that. “Pink lace?” he asked, his voice cracking a little and making him clear his throat.
“You do like them! Who’d have guessed? I can leave them on, you know.” Yuri rolled over to show that the briefs were split up the back and seamed with the same black edging as on the fly. “See? Easy access.”
Angelo felt like he’d been hit by something heavy. “No. Off. I’ll rip them. Maybe later. We’ll see. But off.”
“Yes, sir,” Yuri purred. Still lying on his stomach, he inched the briefs down his gorgeous legs.
Angelo felt his mouth water at the sight. Once Yuri had the underpants kicked onto the floor, Angelo undressed quickly, then pounced on him. He kissed a wriggling Yuri from the base of his spine all the way to his elegant neck, which he bit after kissing. Yuri yelped and Angelo sucked on the skin to leave a bruise. “You’re mine, Yuri. That’s why I want you. You belong to me and you always have.”
Yuri squirmed so they lay facing each other. “I don’t have the right bits. You can call me princess all you want and I still won’t ever be female. I don’t want that. I never—”
“Hush.” Angelo put a finger over Yuri’s lips. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Yuri scowled and huffed out a frustrated breath. “Look, what are you, even? Bi? You’re sure as fuck not gay, and you can’t be straight. Not if it’s me that’s turning you on.”
Angelo rolled his eyes then kissed Yuri’s sinfully full and luscious lips. “I don’t think I’m bi. I don’t find men, in general, attractive.”
“Oh.” Yuri’s face fell hard. “I see.”
“Probably not.” Angelo nipped at Yuri’s mouth then trailed his lips down until he got to Yuri’s Adam’s apple, which he licked. “It confuses me. I’m not really attracted to men. I am attracted to women. I don’t see you as a woman, yet I’m extremely attracted to you. I think it’s you, and you specifically. It’s always been you. From the very first. All
