The 'Anticipation' Affair
The moment was about to arrive. Illya smiled in anticipation. He could still remember the first time. His initial hesitancy - it could not truly be meant for him, could it? Then, the beguiling fragrance when he dared to draw closer. The slow yielding to temptation followed by an ever so slight resistance before melting against his lips. His tongue.
Unlike other sensations he had known before, that first time had not been the pinnacle. This one improved with time as he learned subtleties and nuances. He learned how to make the feelings last. A nibble, a light flick of the tongue, a pause to savor the exquisite combinations of taste, touch and smell. Even drawing out the moment of surrender until he could no longer resist.
He had initially feared that, over time, he might become jaded. Might start taking for granted moments like these. But to his delight, it had never happened. There was always something at least a tiny bit different. Something that kept the feelings inside him alive and vibrant regardless of how many times he came back for more.
Smiling slightly, he reached out again. Had it really just been a few hours since his last time? Regardless, he was ready to immerse himself into that moment of bliss once more as if it had never happened before and might never happen again.
There was a voyeur present - his partner. A sensual man in his own right, but on this? He took a backseat to Illya. As Napoleon watched the blue eyes close with sheer pleasure, he gave a soft chuckle.
"I'd never say this to anyone but you, partner - but you and your food should really go get a room."