No words are needed in this little meeting of theirs. It's a common tryst and it needs no introduction or narration.
He just brushes the few drops of rain from his curls and steps into the large mansion. No knock or ringing of the doorbell is needed. He drapes his jacket over a wooden chair in the foyer and kicks his shoes off underneath it.
He hears his name from second story, a faint Seth rolling down the spiral staircase. He doesn't smile. The first couple of times he did, but now it's strictly business. It's not longer a want, but a need – or so the other boy causes him to believe. Seth wants to turn their robotic routines back into passionate ones. So as he ascends the flight of stairs, his pace is barely a brisk walk.
Seth steps into the familiar bedroom, and the other boy sits in a large armchair that faces the other direction. A few rings of gray smoke float above the back of the chair before the other boy's hand emerges into sight and extinguishes the cigarette butt in a crystal ashtray next to him.
He waits a few moments before standing and pulling off his already unbuttoned shirt. He lies across the bed, resting his head on his propped-up hand. He releases another breath of smoke, kept in his lungs for an impossible amount of time.
Seth follows suit by yanking off his t-shirt and joining him on the bed. They share a kiss, and as always it is less passionate than their last. Seth crawls on top of the other boy and deepens the kiss, trying to bring something more than sex back to their relationship – or lack of one.
He immediately feels a surprised response: an erection meets his own through two layers of denim. Seth trails his kisses down the boy's chest, sucking and nipping every so often. The boy murmurs Seth's name in whispers, closing his eyes tightly and swallowing hard. This is different than their normally robotic and essentially unsatisfying sessions.
As Seth fumbles with the boy's jeans button, the other feels his body tense. Everything feels somehow… different this time.
Seth pushes the jeans and boxer-briefs down to the boy's ankles, giving the arousal a quick lick. The other boy reacts with a slight thrust of his hips.
Seth pulls him into his mouth gently, sucking tenderly but swiftly. The other boy feels himself immediately warming inside and already on the verge of release. He holds back as well as he can – which turns out to be very well – as he keeps from cumming for a considerable time.
Seth rolls onto his back, finally smiling. He scoots himself up and kisses the boy on his thick black locks. And all he says is a whispered Oliver, but nothing more is needed.
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