Dark eyes stare at me, burning into my soul like fiery hot coals. I want to turn away, to break the gaze, but I can't. I'm lost in the deepness of those pools.
This is wrong, and a part of me knows it. That part of me is screaming in my ear, giving me all the reasons why I should pull away, stop the madness that is taking over. But the screams are drowned out by your soft soothing whispers, your silky hands traveling down the length of my body, and the feeling of my rough hands in your shining hair, which happens to be the same sweet chocolate brown as your eyes that are still holding my attention.
Your lips finally come to me, and I taste you for the first time, almost like a thirsty man tastes water; hungrily and devouringly. You move away and a whimper leaves my mouth because I wasn't done. You place a finger on my lips, kiss my chin, then move down to my throat, licking and molding it to your liking.
Thought becomes impossible, and suddenly I feel as I did on the banks of the Mississippi, holding Huck in my arms; scared and overwhelmed, the realization coming that I'm not in control. The hold you have over me vanishes and I finally move away from your touch, my eyes wide. I feel foolish and images of old friends and a dead mentor swim to my mind, looking shocked and ashamed. I look away and tears swim to my eyes, knowing I've betrayed them all.
You ask me what's wrong, and it all comes pouring out, though I don't know why I'm telling you. When I'm done, you merely smile at me and pull me close to you again, brushing my tears away with your lips and murmuring soothing things to me that I don't understand. I don't care though. My worries vanish, the images fade, and the screaming voice finally quiets itself. You make me feel special, and I need that; because I always felt like I was in the way, just a worthless boy caught up in something I didn't understand. I open up to you, and press my body to yours, not even realizing my want for you is aching and annoyingly obvious.
However, you notice it all to well, and you press me into the softness of your bed. The path your hands were taking earlier get taken over by your mouth, and more sounds come from my mouth as you go down to my chest, sucking on my nipples lightly before moving on, while your fingertips keep working on my nipples. This is all pure torture in my mind, but the best torture I could ever have.
Finally, after what seems like hours, you reach my now hard cock. You take your mouth away and run your fingers over it and the fear returns. But it goes away as quick as it came as I feel the wet warmth over your mouth over me, your tongue slowly running over the head as I shout out, gripping your shoulders so tightly that my nuckles turn white, and biting my lip until I taste my blood and lick it away.
There's pressure coming like a river against a dam and you withdraw and turn me over, pushing your own hardness into me. In and out, again and again. We spill out almost together, and you fall to the bed, shining slightly with sweat, your eyes closed, your face pale but content. I finally get to see you in all your untamed beauty, and you are beautiful. I slip my arms around you and press my face into the crook of your neck, and after a moment one of your arms hook around my waist. Feeling the blanket of sleep coming over me, I face you again, seeing those eyes again, now soft and cool, and the sound of your smooth voice, whispering 'Rest Tom' as I fall into an oblivian; knowing that you are mine, my immortal, my Dorian.
This is wrong, and a part of me knows it. That part of me is screaming in my ear, giving me all the reasons why I should pull away, stop the madness that is taking over. But the screams are drowned out by your soft soothing whispers, your silky hands traveling down the length of my body, and the feeling of my rough hands in your shining hair, which happens to be the same sweet chocolate brown as your eyes that are still holding my attention.
Your lips finally come to me, and I taste you for the first time, almost like a thirsty man tastes water; hungrily and devouringly. You move away and a whimper leaves my mouth because I wasn't done. You place a finger on my lips, kiss my chin, then move down to my throat, licking and molding it to your liking.
Thought becomes impossible, and suddenly I feel as I did on the banks of the Mississippi, holding Huck in my arms; scared and overwhelmed, the realization coming that I'm not in control. The hold you have over me vanishes and I finally move away from your touch, my eyes wide. I feel foolish and images of old friends and a dead mentor swim to my mind, looking shocked and ashamed. I look away and tears swim to my eyes, knowing I've betrayed them all.
You ask me what's wrong, and it all comes pouring out, though I don't know why I'm telling you. When I'm done, you merely smile at me and pull me close to you again, brushing my tears away with your lips and murmuring soothing things to me that I don't understand. I don't care though. My worries vanish, the images fade, and the screaming voice finally quiets itself. You make me feel special, and I need that; because I always felt like I was in the way, just a worthless boy caught up in something I didn't understand. I open up to you, and press my body to yours, not even realizing my want for you is aching and annoyingly obvious.
However, you notice it all to well, and you press me into the softness of your bed. The path your hands were taking earlier get taken over by your mouth, and more sounds come from my mouth as you go down to my chest, sucking on my nipples lightly before moving on, while your fingertips keep working on my nipples. This is all pure torture in my mind, but the best torture I could ever have.
Finally, after what seems like hours, you reach my now hard cock. You take your mouth away and run your fingers over it and the fear returns. But it goes away as quick as it came as I feel the wet warmth over your mouth over me, your tongue slowly running over the head as I shout out, gripping your shoulders so tightly that my nuckles turn white, and biting my lip until I taste my blood and lick it away.
There's pressure coming like a river against a dam and you withdraw and turn me over, pushing your own hardness into me. In and out, again and again. We spill out almost together, and you fall to the bed, shining slightly with sweat, your eyes closed, your face pale but content. I finally get to see you in all your untamed beauty, and you are beautiful. I slip my arms around you and press my face into the crook of your neck, and after a moment one of your arms hook around my waist. Feeling the blanket of sleep coming over me, I face you again, seeing those eyes again, now soft and cool, and the sound of your smooth voice, whispering 'Rest Tom' as I fall into an oblivian; knowing that you are mine, my immortal, my Dorian.