Christian raised himself slowly onto his elbows, to look down at the deep brown eyes staring up at him. In the soft light coming from the bedside, those brown eyes seemed to him to be the most arresting sight he had ever seen. He could not stop looking into them, as they burned with passion, with an all-consuming lust. In those eyes, Christian could read the deep, long-awaited satisfaction of a forbidden desire fulfilled... It took Christian's breath away to look into those eyes, to see those eyes betraying the most secret thoughts of their owner.
He wondered if he would ever be tired of looking into those eyes, if those eyes would ever stop making him feel weak, yet strong and protective. Looking at them now, he wondered if he dared hope that he could see anything more than lust in those eyes..? Could that be..?
"Hey..." Syed whispered, impatiently, gently interrupting Christian's thoughts. "Don't stop. Kiss me again."
Hearing Syed's words, Christian turned his attention to the mouth which had said them, to the lips which had been made swollen and red from the hours of intense kissing. He thought of the taste of Syed's kiss, and he thought of how he could not control himself whenever he started to press his mouth against that mouth, how he wanted to kiss that mouth now, wondering when he would be able to stop kissing it once he had started.
Christian continued to look down intently at the boy lying safe, warm and comfortable underneath him. Syed's head was lying deeply in the pillow, his hair spread out around his face, his arms wrapped around Christian's shoulders, his lips slightly apart as they anticipated the feeling of Christian's mouth on them. Syed held his breath, waiting for Christian's kiss.
There was no sound in the room: as if time itself had paused, everything seemed to be waiting for that kiss.
The two men looked deeply into each other's eyes, both gently smiling, as if waiting for the other to give in first.
"Kiss me," Syed demanded softly, gazing up at the strong, handsome man lying over him, gently dominating him.
Seconds passed.
"Please..." he begged, in a quiet voice that was like a soft cry, betraying his vulnerability and his longing.
Christian continued to gaze in wonderment at the amazing beauty of this boy. "You're just..." he began, but he found that he could say no more, as Syed's beauty moved him so deeply, almost to tears. Aware of the wonderful closeness of Syed's body under him, Christian continued to torture them both by making Syed wait, a sweet torture that was too unbearable, almost too agonising to last...
Syed continued to look earnestly, almost innocently, into Christian's eyes. "Oh, Christian..." he whispered. "Please..."
Christian looked again at the boy's lips, knowing how badly Syed was anticipating his kiss, knowing that Syed's only thought was that kiss.
Syed's breathing quickened as passion began to increase in him. He tried to pull Christian down, to bring Christian's lips down onto his, but Christian was simply too strong for him. He gave up, relaxing his hold on Christian for a moment.
Amused at Syed's attempt to take charge, Christian bent down slightly, to bring his lips just a little closer to Syed's, to tease him, to make him want him even more. With their lips almost touching, Christian could feel Syed's hot breath in his open mouth. He could almost taste him...
Realising that he was lost, and being unable to stand the waiting any longer, Syed strengthened his grip on Christian's body, raising his head from the pillow, closing his eyes, and he forced his mouth greedily onto his.
The stillness of the moment had passed, as the two men began to kiss again.