Syed: So? Do you? Like it?
Both were stood in the door way, peering into the candle lit flat. Christian couldn't believe that he'd done this for him. There were candles covering every surface of the room, the shadows from their flames danced on the walls and ceiling. Red, pink and white rose petals had been scattered over the floor and bed, their sweet aroma filling the room. On the blanket that lay on the floor was a single red rose. He felt the lump rise in his throat as James Morrison softly sang from his CD player. Everything was perfect.
Christian: It's perfect, beautiful. Like you.
He moved closer to him pulling him backwards into a hug, his chest warming from the heat from Syed's back as he ran his hand around his waist, inside his t-shirt, so he could feel his soft skin. He could feel his stomach tense from his touch and Christian couldn't resist tracing the delicate lines of his toned muscles.
Christian: I thought you didn't drink?
His eyes fell on the bottle of champagne that sat in a bucket of ice. He saw Syed's cheeks rise from his smile.
Syed: It's non-alcoholic. I didn't want anything to affect your um... performance.
He couldn't see his face but Christian knew what look was on Syed's face right now. He didn't need to see him to know what was running through his mind. Because the same thing was running through his.
Christian reached down and breathed in his ear, his tongue gently licked his lobed just the way he liked it. He smiled as he saw Syed's neck bulged, his breath catching in his throat.
Christian: Good. Nothing's going to stop me tonight.
Syed gently leaned his head backwards, his ear closer to Christian's lips hoping he'd take the hint. And he had. The second his lips brushed his lobe again Syed reached up and pulled his neck closer to him still.
Christian: You have no idea how much I want you right now.
His hand was still tracing his bare stomach, circling his navel as he playfully nibbed his ear lobe, his breath sending shivers down his body.
Christian: I want to feel your skin on mine, your flesh burning against mine.
Syed groaned as he felt his soft hand glide up his chest, his fingers gently flicking his nipple as he continued to pull him backwards, closer to him still.
Christian's other hand left his neck and ran down his spine. As Syed shivered from the touch he ran hos finger back up and around to his side. He lifted both Syed's arms up and slide his t-shirt over his head. Even the sight of his naked back made his cock throb. Made it jerk in his trousers.
Christian: You're beautiful. Every single inch of you.
He lowered his head and kissed the bottom of his neck, flicking his tongue on his skin with every moan that escaped Syed's lips.
Christian: You bewitch me Sy.
Syed: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Christian laughed, his breath trickled down Syed's back.
Christian: Nothing about you can ever be described as bad.
Syed smiled.
Syed: Wanna bet?
He spun around to face him, shocked at how his perfect features were accentuated by the candle light. His glowing skin was slightly over shadowed by his glistening, alluring eyes. Eyes that invited Syed in, eyes that enticed him beyond his imagination. And his lips, his lips appeared fuller, wetter and definitely more kissable.
As he stood there drinking in the sight of him, Christian had never felt more aware of his body's needs. How it longed to be pressed up against him, to hold him tightly in his arms again. The effect Syed had on him still confounded him. It confused him to the point where he simply lost control of all his thoughts and his mind filled with the image of him. Perfect Syed.
Syed reached up and felt his entire body relax the second their lips met. His tongue licked Christian's lips, hoping they would part soon, and slid his tongue inside as soon as he was granted entrance.
Christian pressed his lips against Syed's, surrendering to the hunger. His fingers gently traced their way down Syed's chest, resting just above the waist band of his jeans. Playfully he let them linger along his waist, feeling Syed's hips start to rotate from his impatience.
Syed: You're not stopping there are you?
He pulled away and looked up to see his green eyes peering into his soul.
Syed: Please. Don't stop.
Taking the initiative Syed reached up inside Christian's coat, feeling the material from his shirt on his hands, and slid his jacket over his shoulders, smiling as he heard it fall to the floor.
Syed: I want to look at you.
His fingers easily undid the buttons on his shirt, the palms of his hands running over his nipples, feeling them harden from his touch, his face moving closer to his bare chest. He licked his nipples and blew gently on them.
Christian moaned loudly from the icy sensation sweeping through him as his tongue made its way down his body, his lips opened widely as his kisses soaked his stomach, shuddering slightly as his stubble tickled him.
Before he realised it Christian felt him tug on his trousers, slowly lowering them down his taut legs.
Syed: No underwear again?
Christian: Thought it might slow things down.
Syed: I like your thinking.
Christian looked down to answer but was caught unaware by what he saw. Syed, on his knees, half clothed, not even thinking of his own needs, his hands on Christian's bare hips. He was holding Christian in place as he slowly and carefully caressed the erect cock held between his smooth hands.
Christian: Don't be so gentle.
Syed: Why not? You in a rush?
Christian groaned from his feather like touch. He was desperate to feel his mouth on him, feel him soak the entire length of him.
Syed tugged at Christian's foreskin with his teeth and smiled as he felt his body shudder from that one touch. Gently, he blew into his slit, wanting to hear him hiss and see him writhe even more. He resisted taking him into his mouth for as long as he could, knowing that prolonging him like this, feeling him throb in his hands the way he did, would make him scream louder when he finally let him enter his mouth.
Syed: Fuck yourself.
Christian: What?
Syed: I want to see you make yourself come for me. I want you to stand in front of me and fuck your hand as I watch you, wait for you to come on me.
Christian groaned loudly as he moved his hand onto his cock. Coming on Syed's face was one of his fantasies, he longed to do it.
As he saw his hand move towards his hard cock Syed couldn't resist planting a gentle kiss on him. His reaction was just as he expected. He'd tried to push himself into his mouth, desperate to fuck it but Syed pulled back.
Syed: Fuck yourself, not my mouth.
His hand moved slowly, small traces of liquid slowly oozing from his cock. Syed leaned forwards and licked him, tasting the beginning of their long night together.
Syed: Faster.
His hand moved up and down his length quickly.
Syed: Look at me.
He wanted to see him, see when he should pounce, see his face as he was seconds away.
Syed: Come for me Christian. Come on, fuck yourself harder. You always say you love it when I do it but you have no idea what it does to me, watching you, hearing you moan as you think of me. Don't close your eyes. I want to see them widen, see them almost explode seconds before you do. You have no idea how much that turns me on.
It was all Christian needed to hear. Feeling it rise inside him he called Syed's name.
Christian: I'm coming Sy, I'm coming!
Syed: I know you are.
His mouth curled up into his dirty smile as he suddenly pushed his hand away from his cock and wrapped his mouth over his entire length, sucking it so hard and so expertly that Christian couldn't hold back. He cried out as he came, shooting load after load down his hungry throat, panting as he continued to thrust himself into his mouth.
Christian had expected him to swallow, expected him to gulp down his come, to feel his cock hit the roof of his mouth as he did so. But he didn't. Instead Syed let his come sit on his tongue, tasting him for that little while longer.
As Christian went to pull away he was pulled back into his mouth, Syed sucking him hard as he continued to slide his mouth up and down him. Christian had never had this before. He'd never felt his own cock being bathed in its own come before. And he loved it!
The feeling was sublime. Almost too good. He could feel himself being brought back to the brink already, knowing that his own come was helping Syed's mouth moisten him, harden him, fuck him.
He didn't want to cum again this soon so he pulled out, grabbed Syed's hands from his sides and pulled him to his feet. As they kissed tenderly, Christian tasting himself for the first time in so long, loving the taste of himself on Syed's tongue, he reached down and undid Syed's trousers.
Christian: Get on that fucking bed. Now!