Syed placed both his hands on Christian's cheeks and drew his lips closer into his. That first kiss awoke every feeling in Syed. Every feeling he'd tried to bury deep inside him, ignore, deny. One taste of Christian's lips threw everything into a frenzy. He'd never met someone who could make him forget every thought in an instant the way he did.
Christian's tongue moved differently in Syed mouth than before. He slowly curled his tongue around Syed's, licking the roof of his mouth. Syed felt every muscle in his body relax from the passion of Christian's kiss. He had never been kissed like this before. It was slow, it was sensual and it was meaningful. He felt Christian pull him closer into his embrace, gripping him tighter than normal. Syed whispered as he pulled his mouth away.
Syed: It's all you tonight.
Christian: What is?
Syed: This. Us. You get a night off, so to speak.
He smiled as Christian laughed.
Christian: A night off? So you really are going to start without me!
Syed: No, Just let me do things my way. Let me try and please you
Christian: You do! You always do everything exactly how I want it, exactly when I want you to.
He lowered his head and, in between kissing his neck, he flicked his tongue over his soft skin. Syed swallowed hard.
Syed: I aim to please.
Christian: Trust me, you do more than please me!
He moved his lips back up towards his face, resting them again on Syed's lips. Syed could feel his hands running down his chest. He knew that the second he reached his groin he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. He had to take control.
He took Christian's hands in his and broke the kiss.
Syed: Come with me.
Walking backwards he led Christian towards the bed, their eyes locked together. Pulling him closer to him Syed gently brushed his hand over Christian's bruises.
Syed: Still want me to kiss them better?
Christian: Please.
It was barely a whisper. If Syed hadn't seen his lips move he wouldn't have known he'd answered him.
Turning him around as he kissed him Syed guided Christian down onto the bed, straddling him as he sat.
Syed: I'll start at the top shall I?
Christian: As long as you end up down there I don't really care where you start.
Gently he placed a kiss on his black eye. Christian gasped.
Syed: Sorry.
Christian: It's not hurting. It feels nice.
His lips moved down to his swollen cheek. He could feel the warmth of it against his lips. His butterfly kisses were as soft as a feather, he didn't want to hurt him any more.
Christian's hands began to make their way up Syed's sides, underneath his t-shirt. The feel of his soft hands on his skin sent Syed wild. He knew it was going to be hard to stop himself doing what his cock was begging him to. To throw Christian back onto the bed, rip his clothes off him and fuck him they way he wanted, they way they always did.
But this time it was different. This time meant something. Syed wanted him to know he cared. He knew he'd never be able to say the words he longed to utter, for so many reason, but he could show him as best he could. He could let his kisses to the talking, his hands do the explaining. He wanted to show him he wanted him for him, not just for the sex. He'd already fallen for Christian and now he had finally admitted it to himself. He'd denied it for so long but the second he'd heard what had happened to him he felt his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. That's when he realised there was nothing he could do about how he felt. He'd never fallen for anyone before. He'd never spent every second of his day thinking about someone the way he did about him. If he wasn't with him his head would be filled with question like 'Where is he? Who's he with? What's he doing?' If he was around him he all he could think of was 'Is he thinking about me? Is he as desperate to touch me like I'm desperate to touch him? Is he hoping everyone leaves so we can finally be alone together?'
Christian: What's with the soft approach? Usually you cant wait to rip my clothes off.
Syed: This time it's different.
Christian: And why's that?
Syed: I want to show you not everyone will treat you like that. Like him.
Christian: Sy, I know that. You don't have to do this.
Syed: Do what?
Christian: Be here with me. Pity me.
Syed: I don't pity you!
Christian scoffed.
Syed: I'm here because I want to be. I'm here because I... I missed you.
Syed smiled as he leant back down to kiss him. Christian pulled him in closer to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, too afraid to let him go. As confused as he was about what was actually going on between them, he'd missed him as well. More than he'd ever missed anyone. He missed their closeness. He missed the Syed that was here with him now, the real Syed. The one with no pretence about him. The Syed who could be himself.
Christian: You confuse the hell out of me. D'you know that?
There was a smile in his voice.
Syed: Sorry.
It was all he could say. Everything he was so desperate to tell him he couldn't. It was as though the words were stuck to the edge of his tongue, too afraid to be spoken. He could only show him how he felt.
Syed moved his hands down Christian's bare chest and brushed his rippled stomach. He'd forgotten how beautiful his body was. He could feel Christian stroke the contours of his back, every caress sent shock waves so string through his entire body, he couldn't help but shudder.
This was how he wanted it to be. Tender, delicate, meaningful. He desperately wanted to show him that he meant something to him. That he wasn't just someone he ran too when his urges got too much. That he was important, special. Syed stopped himself thinking 'The One'.
Christian closed his eyes and lost himself to the serenity of Syed's touch. Every second with him was blissful. Just being in the same room as him made Christian's heart skip a beat. Smelling him as he walked past him, felling him accidentally brush past him, even the mere mention of his name took his breath away. No one had ever had this effect on him before. No one had made him feel so wanted when they were alone together, so safe, so at ease.
Syed: We don't have to you know. We can just lay here and talk if you'd prefer?
Christian could almost hear his cock scream in protest.
Christian: Can't we do both?
Syed smiled, glad at the response.
Syed: We'll talk later. If we have the energy!
He moved his hand lower over his bare chest towards the waistband of his jeans. Syed rose slightly from his lap enabling his to undo his jeans easier. Christian copied him, undoing Syed's belt, the buttons on his jeans, reaching into his boxers to find him already hard and waiting for his touch. Syed sighed as soon as he came into contact with him, his breathing became swift and heavy. He could already feel himself close to loosing control. Reluctantly, he reached down and pulled Christian's hands away from him.
Syed: Please. Let me do this my way today.
Christian looked into his eyes. He'd never been looked at like this before. In them he could see every word Syed would never speak stare back at him. Every word Christian longed to hear leave his lips were somehow being spoken through his deep dark eyes. He had no idea how but Syed always managed to do this.
Christian: OK.
He closed his eyes again and buried himself in Syed's lips. He still tasted as sweet as he remembered. His tongue was slow in his mouth, his kissed drawn-out. Everything was perfect.
Christian wrapped his hands back around Syed's waist as he felt him move back towards his groin area. He was already hard but that was no surprise. He was always hard around Syed. Just a simple innocent glance in his direction and Christian felt the stirring inside him.
Syed's hands reached inside and found their target. He'd forgotten how much he loved the feel of Christian's cock. He could already feel it throbbing in his hands, all for him. Slowly he began to move his hand up and down his long thick cock, smiling as Christian moaned from his touch. Leaving go for a split second Syed shuddered as Christian ran his hands up his back, taking his t-shirt with them, as he lifted it over his head. He sat up slightly on Christian's lap, his bare cock still exposed and rubbed itself against Christian's chest. He felt his tip brush against him, gently seeping in him. He could almost smell him.
Syed placed one of his hands behind Christian and gently lowered him backwards onto the bed as the other continued its gentle caressing.
Syed: I want you.
Christian looked up to see Syed's eyes calm.
Christian: You've got me.
Putting all of his weight on one hand, Syed let go of Christian's thick cock and slowly pushed his jeans down. Lifting himself slightly to help him, Christian felt the tip of his prick poke Syed's stomach. He was as wet as Syed was.
Syed: I'll be right back.
He moved himself down his body, slowly kissing him until he reached Christian's groin. Seeing his dick twitch as soon as he breathed on it made him smile. He'd waited a long time for this. He'd almost forgotten what he tasted like.
He kissed his way up Christian's leg as he pulled his jeans down. Reaching his perineum he slowly flicked the tip of his tongue against it. Christian bucked and moaned loudly.
Syed: Like it there do you?
Christian could hear the smile in his voice. Before he had a chance to answer him he felt the tip of his tongue flick him gently again. He went wild when he was touched there. Swallowing hard he tried to speak through his panting.
Christian: Yeah. Don't stay there too long tho.
Syed: Why?
Christian: It makes me come.
Syed liked his way up it as Christian spoke the last work, making him scream it out.
Syed: Sorry.
He was so unconvincing Christian laughed.
Christian: Really? I find that hard to believe.
Syed moved his lips onto his perineum, kissing it slowly and lightly. Christian's moans grew louder each second.
Christian: Please Sy, I will come! Just from you doing that!
Syed: Trust me.
He moved his lips onto him harder, biting gently, desperate to make him scream his name. He moved his hand up and found his prick harder than when he'd left it and slowly started pleasuring him.
Christian: Syed? Sy? Please. Suck me.
Syed backed away from him totally. He could see Christian was waiting for him to touch him again, waiting for him to lower his mouth onto his cock. When he didn't Christian opened his eyes to see him standing in front of him, the dirtiest smile he had ever seen on his face.
Christian: Sy?
His voice was whiny, like a child who'd been shown a bag of sweets only to have then taken away again.
Syed: What? I'm teasing you!
Christian: Well don't!
Syed smiled and straddled him again.
Syed: You really do like that don't you.
He reached behind him and began stroking Christian's perineum with his finger. Christian clenched his teeth, screwing up his eyes as he bit down hard on his lip.
Christian: Please.
Syed: OK, you win. But only because I'm so desperate to have you come in my mouth again.
Christian's desperation showed as he began to push Syed's head down his body. As soon as he reached his groin again he stopped. Blowing gently on his tip as he licked his tip, slowly circling the hole. He could taste the beginning of his orgasm already. Unable to control himself Syed lowered his mouth down him. Christian shuddered and called out his name in the tone Syed loved. He reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling it gently as he guided his head up and down his thick cock. Syed pulled away for a moment.
Syed: Pull it harder
Christian smiled as he spoke.
Christian: Dirty little thing really, aren't you?!
Syed: Complaining are you?
Christian: Hell no! I like it. The dirtier the better as far as I'm concerned!
Syed: Good.
He wrapped his lips back around him and felt Christian's hips move in rhythm with him. He loved the feel of him inside his mouth. He loved how he could feel every vein threatening to burst against his tongue as he slid it up and down. He loved the way the waiting orgasm slowly lost its patience and gave him a taster of what was still to come, depositing tiny trickles in his mouth. And he loved the way he gagged on him when he went all the way down to the bottom.
When he couldn't wait anymore, when Syed was so desperate to taste him in his mouth, he moved differently. He took longer, slower mouthfuls. Licked him on the way down and sucked him on the way up, moving his finger back to his perineum. As he slowly rubbed it, moving his mouth faster, he could hear Christian's voice break as he moaned.
Christian: Sy, you're making me come. Fuck you're making me come!
He felt his orgasm jut its way up his cock seconds before it hit the back of his throat and trickled slowly down inside him. He sucked him slowly as he swallowed every last drop of him. Christian was still calling his name as he removed him from his mouth, his finger still moving in circles on his perineum, pushing down on his sensitive spot.
He looked up to see Christian's eyes still shut tight, his chest still heaving. He was still coming. Syed saw the tip of Christian's cock drip and bent down to lick the remaining spunk from his tip. As he did Christian sat up and pulled Syed up to him, probing his mouth with his tongue. He could taste himself in him.
Syed: So, I take it that's one of your weak spots as well?
Christian laughed.
Christian: The weakest.