“Angel…”
Yuri tasted delicious in a way Angelo hadn't really expected. He licked the head again, wanting more. Angelo had zero experience with other men, but he liked this. He liked it a lot. He slipped the head of Yuri's cock into his mouth and applied suction. Yuri's entire body spasmed. He was either really into what Angelo was doing or he was having a seizure. Just in case, Angelo pulled his mouth off Yuri's cock and looked up into his face.
Yuri's closed eyes snapped open. He stared at Angelo with his heart in his eyes. Angelo knew Yuri better than his own reflection and he saw irritation, thwarted desire, and pique, but also fear.
“Ah,” Angelo said. “Definitely not a seizure.”
“What the hell, Angel? Stop teasing me. Please. I can't take it.” The look on Yuri's face was pure anguish.
Angelo surged up to kiss Yuri's mouth. “I'm sorry. It's just all so new. But it's good, I swear. It's all good. I'll show you. Trust me.”
He fisted Yuri's cock near the base and then shifted so he could get the rest into his mouth. The last thing Angelo wanted to do was trigger his gag reflex and vomit onto Yuri. That had happened once to Angelo, and even knowing it wasn't the girl's fault, it effectively killed the mood for both of them pretty much permanently. Going slow, Angelo drew as much of Yuri's cock as he could comfortably take into his mouth then sucked.
“Jesus.” Yuri's hips pistoned up, trying to fuck Angelo's mouth.
Knowing he wasn't quite ready for that, Angelo held Yuri down, not allowing him to move. “No, princess. This is my show, not yours. I'm the one in control. Don't fight me and maybe I'll let you come.”
Yuri whimpered and tried to hold still. The only movement he betrayed was a near-constant tremor that ran through his body. “Please.” His voice was thin and high. “Oh, god, please.”
Sucking Yuri's cock filled Angelo with a tremendous sense of power, as he'd suspected it might. Yuri was completely and thoroughly in his thrall and Angelo loved it. It was all so obvious now, as if someone had turned on a light in a dark room, illuminating what had been there all along.
Mine, Angelo thought as he experimented with bobbing his head and hollowing out his cheeks. Mine, as his lips touched his fist and he took just a bit more inside his throat, then a bit more than that. Mine, when he cupped Yuri's smooth bollocks, then sucked each one into his mouth. Mine, as Angelo ran his tongue over Yuri's taint then around his puckered hole. Mine, when he stroked Yuri's saliva-slick cock with his fist and speared his tongue inside Yuri's body.
“Mine,” he growled as Yuri began to beg for release.
“Yours. God. All yours. Please, Angel. Please. I need—”
“No.” It was the hardest word he ever had to say.
“What?” Yuri sounded half-strangled with fury and desire. “You can't do this to me. I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don't.” Angelo pulled back and stood.
“Get back here!” Yuri shrieked. Angelo blessed the building's excellent soundproofing.
He ignored Yuri's wails as he fished around for lube and condoms. He had a feeling that once was not going to be nearly enough. There'd be a round two later, and maybe a third as well. The night stretched forward between them, heavy with possibilities. Grinning with anticipation, Angelo rolled a condom over his erection then lubed his cock.
“Are you ready, princess? Because I'm about to fuck you.”
Yuri bared his teeth at Angelo. “What you are is a fucking tease.”
“I'll take that as a yes.” He thrust two slick fingers into Yuri's tight hole.
“Fuck!” Yuri's body clenched hard on Angelo's fingers.
“Jesus. Let me go or there'll be no dick for you.”
“I somehow doubt that.” But Yuri unclenched enough that Angelo could move his fingers. He pulled out, added a third, and pushed into Yuri, watching with fascination as his fingers were swallowed up into his body.
“I want you to come on my cock. I want to be in you when you spill,” Angelo said, then bit Yuri's thigh hard enough to bring a yelp of surprise and leave a mark that would last at least a few days.
“Angel.” Yuri sounded close to sobs. “Please, I can't… I can't…”
Angelo pulled his fingers out of Yuri then pushed his legs up. “Hold your legs open for me. Yeah. Just like that. Good boy.” He leaned down and gave Yuri's trembling mouth a quick kiss. “You've been good. So good for me. So now you get to fly.” He thrust hard into Yuri.
Yuri screamed out something completely unintelligible. The walls of his channel clamped down tight onto Angelo's cock. Yuri was hotter and tighter than anything Angelo had ever felt before. With absolutely no finesse, Angelo pounded into Yuri's body, chasing his own release.
“Come for me. Come for me, baby. Touch yourself. Yeah. Just like that. God. You're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
Yuri's eyes were screwed shut and his mouth was open on a now-silent scream. His hand flew over his cock, jerking himself rapidly to orgasm.
“That's right. Oh, god, yeah, I can feel you. I can feel you want to come. So tight. So fucking tight.”
“Oh, god,” Yuri moaned. “Oh, god.” His body jerked and thrashed under Angelo's.
“Fuck.” Angelo's orgasm overtook him and pulled him under like an unseen ocean wave. He was lost to everything but sensation. Angelo pounded a few more times into Yuri then stilled, his cock too sensitive to do anything but hang around the place. Even pulling out of Yuri was currently impossible. He breathed deeply and tried to come back to earth, as well as his own body. “We need to do this without condoms. As soon as possible. Can we get tested on a Sunday? Probably
