In the office Christian worked quickly to shut and lock the door, and drop and close all the blinds. The orange streetlight from the square bounced in through the window, otherwise it was dark. Syed stood dumbly by the sofa, staring at Christian as he moved around the room. Naked from the waist down, Christian was clearly aroused; and now the initial surprise at Syed's actions had died away he was asserting himself on the situation. Setting the scene, making sure everything was perfect.
As he finished lowering the last blind Christian slowed down and turned to Syed. He flicked on the small desk lamp beside him giving him more light to take in the view of this beautiful man who was so keen to offer himself to him. Syeds eyes were wide and glistened in the half-light, one hand held up his unzipped trousers around his hips, the other hung loosely at his side palm towards Christian. This hand made a timid movement, barely perceptible but there nonetheless, beckoning Christian towards him. Syed looked unsure, vulnerable, nervous. Christian took a few slow, meaningful steps towards his man. Syed gulped but eyes never left him. Then they were in front of each other, close enough to feel each other's breath on their faces. Eyes locked in a mutual look of awe and adoration. Eventually, with a slow and considered movement so as not to shatter the moment and break the hairline threads that were beginning to weave a connection between them, Christian brought his hands up to Syeds face. Cupping his jawline he reached in for a deep, lingering, perfect kiss. His tongue penetrated deep into Syed's mouth, feeling it's way firmly, assertively, deep into every crevice. Syed responded in kind, melting into the stronger man's embrace and searching deep into Christian's mouth with his own. His hands reached up – involuntarily - behind Christian's shoulders and his trousers dropped from his waist to the floor.
As their kiss grew deeper and more urgent Christian moved forward, pushing Syed back onto the sofa and gently manoeuvring his own weight on top of him. Christian's arm was at Syed's back now, reaching up inside his shirt to his shoulder blades, pulling their chests together so they touched. Their kissing was insatiable now, both men becoming sweaty and breathless. Christian began to kiss down Syed's chest, lifting his white linen shirt as he did so. Syed raised his arms to help as Christian removed the shirt and began the kisses again as Syed lay his head back, eyes shut, feeling where Christian's kisses were heading. He was in a reverie, never wanting this to stop. As the felt Chistian lower his mouth deep onto his stiff expectant erection his hips bucked forward involuntarily. Wanting every inch he had to be consumed. Christian worked expertly, reaching deep down on Syed's hardness then sucking firmly and seductively as he drew up again. With just the right mixture of strength and tenderness he worshipped everything Syed had to offer.
Syed had felt nothing like it before. Every other moment, every other time with a man had been hard, fast, hurried, and explosion of lust and repressed desire. But this was a feeling like nothing else, he didn't want it to stop. He wanted Christian all over him, to kiss him everywhere. To make all of this body feel as good as his hard wet cock felt right now. It couldn't get any better than this…but then maybe it could. Christian's mouth left his cock as it neared it's climax and in one movement he heaved his body forward to he was on to of Syed again. They kissed. Syed let out a wimper of disappointment then pleasure as he felt the weight on Christian's body on top of his. His arousal growing as Christian reached one hand down to his buttocks guiding Syed's hips round to angle his legs upwards. His other hand remained behind Syed's head holding him in to the kiss.
Oh this is it! The thought exploded in Syed's head. This is the greatest feeling. To be held down by this strong, sexual man, to be dominated like this, to submit to him. To have his full weight on top of him was heaven, the fantasy he had always resisted. A fantasy that he shouldn't submit to, a fantasy that stopped him being a real man, that made him…sinful.
And with that the bubble was burst.
Syed began to struggle free of Christian's embrace. To shut his mouth. To push him away.
"Syed…!" Christian began to say, taken aback by the sudden change of mood. But Syed was already upright and fumbling to put on his trousers, struggling to reach for his discarded shirt at the same time.
"Sorry. … I've got to go….my parents will be wondering…." he babbled in a half hearted attempt to explain, avoiding all eye contact as he spoke.
Before Christian was able to recover his senses he was hearing the sound of hurried footsteps up the stairs of the Unit and the familiar slam of the door; he was gone.