Levi pov
( england 19 th century )
He always comes at the same time... Everyday, 3pm. No matter what, he'll be here on time... I take my watch out of my pocket, place it in front of me. Mike has already noticed I checked the time around 10 times these last 5 minutes, so to hell with it...
2:57 pm, still 3 more minutes to go.
2:59 pm
The door bells cling. I look up to find saphyre eyes looking ahead... smirk on his lips -was i that obvious? - broad shoulders, exquisite clothes as usual. The man knows how to dress... How to look his best, and certainly his cleanest. Hair parted in the middle, no, a little bit to the right, tucked behind his ears, only the upper part kept long, the rest cut short in a military sort of way. The hairstyle would make anyone else look ridiculous... "Else" that is. No beard, no moustache either... I fucking hate facial hair! Mike looks like a thug with that stubble of his.
He greets Mike first. Of course he does, they are best friends. Even with Smith being a nobleman and Mike a modest talk for a bit, teasing each other. Mike hitting His friend's shoulder and Smith laughing along with him. Then Mike motions for Him to go my way. Smith - finally- looks my way again, nods, and takes careful steps towards me...
-Levi
-Tsk, "Ackerman". Smith, how many times do I have to tell you ?
Smith's smirk widens, his amusement reaching his eyes.
-I never seem to get it.
-what do you want ?
-hum... New jacket.
-colour ?
-same dark grey you chose for me last time.
-when will you need it ?
-I don't, I just wanna have it in my wardrobe. No hurry.
-Rich bastard, I mumble
-pardon ?
-I'm gonna need to take your measurements.
-Again ? This is hardly the first time I come in this shop.
-I got all the files mixed up.- Obvious lie.
-How many times has this happenned ? he chuckles.
-Just fucking drop it Smith ! I say, feeling a blush climbing it's way to my cheeks. I just wanna take them again!
-Just stating the obvious
Fucking tease.
-Problem ?
-Not at all. He chuckles again.
-Let's get in the fitting room then. You know the way.
-I'd rather YOU show me again. He walks behind me, making sure I notice how he's checking up my ass. I blush harder and he flashes that devious smile of his.
-Wait here I'll go find out what kinda dark grey fabric you last purchased.
-I thought you lost the files ? Shit !scatter-brain ! Of course It wasn't a question!he's teasing me again.
-Fuck you.
-You mean "me" right ?
I can't even tell how red that made my face.
I leave the fitting the time I need to calm down, come back only 10 min later with the fabric tucked under my arm; I need to prentend I was looking for the fucking file right ?
I stop at the door just gawking at Him: Standing in the center of the room,his back to the door, hands confidently put in his pockets, he's pacing: not in a nervous or anxious manner, rather predatory ... His muscles flexing underneath the fabric... His pants tightening and untightening on his thighs with each step he takes... Fuck! He looks even hotter moving!
I march into the room, put my scowl in place and say:
-Why haven't you taken off your jacket yet ?
- "Oh ! I was waiting for you". He pauses, studying my expression - I hope I'm not being obvious here , "didn't know where to put it...wouldn't want to put them back all wrinkled later... especially with how long I presume this is gonna take..."
At this point, you can guess in what state i am, or at least my pants are : awfully TIGHT! He was no longer trying to be sublte and neither was I ...
I had to keep reminding myself to stay professional, till he at least groped me or something. So I grabbed the measure tape, took a deep breath and crossed the distance - only insurance of my rationality- seperating us.
Accustomed to how things went, he held up his arms without me having to ask. and I slipped mine under his taking his torso width ... the numbers I grew so accustomed to reading really weren't helping me resist his scent, ... That has engulfed me from the second I stepped foot into his space. Shit he has such a broad chest -no need to measure it to draw that conclusion though.
I let the measure tape slide on his ribs till it wraps against his waist, pulling on it to take the measure. I gulp and his chest heaves letting me know he noticed my state of ... Arousal.
I let the measure Tape slide against his sides to measure his hips. As I'm leaning in to read the numbers - at least pretend not to know them by heart already- I feel his hot breath on my skin sending blood to my already painful groin...wait! His breath couldn't possibly reach my neck, especially when I'm actively leaning in ... Not with our 1,8 and 1,6 meter heights ... I look up to see a smirk planted on his face: He blew on my neck! I don't get how I could physiologically blush with all the blood I felt heading south , but I did.
He leans in and I can already see his tongue peeking between his parted lips... Sexy, pompous, parted lips...
I stretch my neck, eagerly shortening the distance between our faces. He looks me in the eyes, as if to ask me whether I was sure or not-fucking gentleman- and I launch at his lips. Flauching my arms over his shoulders, caressing his neck to finally pull at the short hair on the back of his head.
I shudder feeling his hand gently carresing my back heading downwards, then abruptly gripping my ass and pulling me closer to him.
Our lips move against each other for a few seconds. That encounter no longer satisfying our growing lusts, our tongues swiftly join the dance... The kiss gets more and more heated. Groans of pleasure getting more and more desperate as our making out intensifies, moans escaping our joined mouths in bigger and bigger numbers...
Growing dizzier the longer the kiss takes, i am only aware of my knees failing to support my weight, Smith's hands on my ass holding me up instead, mine gripping his jaw firmly trying to deepen the kiss, and our gasps for air once in a while. And then, I'm being picked up by his strong hands, pressed further onto his chest. No matter how much I enjoy the new angle, I break from his distracting kiss. I'm short and he's freaking tall, but that's no reason to pick me up like a toddler. I need to make sure he understands that. I try to speak but he shuts me up with a roll of his hips against mine. The friction feels so immensely good I can't keep a moan from escaping my lips.
I take in his appreciative look, and let my hands fly to his collar, I crash our lips together while I work my way through his shirt buttons. It's not coming off fast enough! I just need to put in some strength and it ... FUCK! I ripped it off. Releasing his mouth, I pull back to look at my handwork. I'm gonna get teased and sexually harrassed about this later - i dont mind the latter though- but FUCK ! He's sexy as hell. I already am doing everything I can not to cum now... And this really isn't helping. Then Smith's hand clamps down on my butt, pulls apart my ass cheeks as I feel his throbbing erection rubbing against my clothed entrance.
-Fuck Smith stop !
-Huh ? Not enjoyin this ?
-Stop rubbing on my ass or I'm gonna come.
-all the more reason not to.
The bastard rubs me harder, and even starts thrusting against me...
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END.
Ok this is my first time writing anything sexual, this is my first time even writing about a kiss or anything, so i really hope it's not bad...
The continuation might come in the next chapter who knows? Just kidding it is coming :p just give me more time :p