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The soft covers of the bed seemed to pull me into an embrace, the fabric cool against the heat of my skin. I just lied there a moment, taking in form of Mathias looming above me, his hair illuminated by the late afternoon sun, shone like a halo, his blue eyes were as deep as the sea and filled with so much love and affection that it stole my breath.
But I wouldn't have given myself over if it were any other way.
"I love you." He leaned in with his words reclaiming my lips once more, this time gentle as if asking an unspoken question.
May I?
And I replied as silent as he had, with the opening of my mouth and the alluring invitation into what lay beyond my daring tongue.
Yes.
Because there was nothing to be afraid of, no pain, no regret, as long as it was him. Because as impossible as it had seemed not so long ago, and as avers I had been to the proposition, there was no denying it now, for I was completely and irretrievable in love with him.
And as unwilling my mouth may have been to speak the words, my body was ever as eager.
Mathias' hands cupped my face, his lips still locked on mine, but they soon strayed to wandering down my neck and shoulders. They stroke over my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat behind them. A shiver ran down my spine and soon they would find their destination in my already attendant nipples.
His fingers gently squeezed them in an alternating rhythm that fastened my heartbeat. All the while Mathias' tongue was bound in a playful fight with mine, and neither of us was willing to give in.
But then I had to draw back, in need of catching my breath, when his hand, in one sneaky movement, had traveled all the way down and brushed against my member. Heat rushed to my cheeks, filling them with a dark shade of red.
Mathias nipped at my earlobe and continued his assault on my quivering body.
I was helpless in his arms. If he had wanted to evoke harm on me, I wouldn't have been able to stop him; he orchestrated the fervent beating of my heart, the rapid inhaling of my lungs, the flurry of blood through my veins and the burning of pleasure in my every nerve.
This was even better, than the short foreplay in the bathtub.
Mathias' tongue followed the path his hands had taken down my body, stopping here and there to lick and tease. I sucked in my breath at the sensation. His fingers had infused my body with a warm tingling; his tongue set every inch it crossed on fire.
I couldn't hold back the moans any longer, but there was no need to anyway, because it was Mathias, and it was alright.
And then his mouth closed in on my erection and the sensations, I didn't think could get any better, exploded in a mess of pleasure and ecstasy. When his lips caressed the tip, and the tongue flicked against the small slit, situated at the top to pick up some stray liquid, I moaned his name, not caring anymore how lewd I sounded or how wanton I was writhing beneath Mathias' touch.
"Ahh…"
His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, followed by the soft prodding of his tongue.
If he kept that up, I wouldn't be able to resist any longer. His hands on me, earlier in the hot steaming water, had already felt incredibly good, but that had been nothing compared to what he did now with his tongue and mouth.
"Mathias… aah…" I wasn't able to finish, whatever I had wanted to say, because in that moment Mathias' hand had decided to stroke against my balls. The touch enhanced my pleasure, yet again, something I had deemed impossible.
My hands gripped the sheets, and I could feel my release drawing near. But Mathias pulled back before I could come, the sudden impact of cold air against my wet skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
Mathias reached up for another kiss, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be completely lost in the feel of Mathias' lips against mine.
Then suddenly I felt a finger lightly brush against my entrance, and I tensed involuntarily. The finger instantly halted its movement. Mathias' other hand was in my hair in reassuring, and his lips moved against mine as he spoke.
"It's fine, I promise I won't hurt you. And we can always stop, just say so. I won't do anything that could hurt you." I couldn't speak, so I just nodded, mouth slightly open, an unspoken invitation, relaxing once more.
And this was all that Mathias needed, for his lips were once again connected with mine and his finger was moving again. Not intruding, just gently brushing against the entrance, playing here and there with the tight ring of muscles.
Then he was gone, his body heat no longer adjacent to mine, and for a moment there I was lost. Where did he go, and why? But then he was back again, a flask in hands, and I realized with a jolt of appreciation, that it had to be lube. There had been lube in the brothel, but it was rarely ever used. No, most customers reverted to spit, which was a poor substitute. But then again, these were still better than those who didn't care to prepare at all.
The finger was back at my entrance, this time cold with lube, but I didn't mind, as long as it meant easier penetration. The finger pushed past the muscle ring, I steadied my breathing, focusing on keeping my body relaxed, as not to make it unnecessarily harder.
The intruder still was uncomfortable though, but the sensation faded as he began to move this way and that. And then a second finger was entered, stretching the muscles, prodding against my inner walls until they found a spot that made my vision blur with pleasure.
I had never known that there existed a place like that in me that was able to make me feel like this. Or maybe it was just Mathias. Who just seemed to know the right spots to hit to make me lose my mind. His other hand slowly massaged my erection, the double sensation almost too much to bear.
A third finger glided in, and by now my breath was ragged and every nerve tingling with pleasure. He brushed against that certain spot in me one last time, before removing his fingers, leaving me with a weird feeling of sudden loss and emptiness.
"Lukas I'm going to put it in now, is that okay?" I could only admire his ability to restrain himself that allowed him to ask, even though it was obvious that he was at his limit. Sweat beaded his face, he was panting and the erection he firmly gripped in his hand was swollen to an exceptional girth.
I couldn't help but feel intimidated by the prospect of him entering me with that, it looked so huge. But I only nodded, because I also was desperate to feel him inside of me.
Mathias braced one arm beside my head, aligning his shaft at my entrance. I relaxed as best as I could, when he leaned in to kiss me, and then he moved forward and I could feel him pushing past the ring of muscles and into me. And even though it hurt, even though my muscles threatened to contract in a futile attempt to push the intruder out and even though Mathias bit my lip while trying to keep from just slamming into me, it still felt great. Because it was Mathias who was pushing into me, and every inch of torturous slow and insanely sweet advance was one inch more of Mathias connecting to me.
And then he was all the way in, his balls pressing against my butt, and it was incredible. I was panting heavily by then, desperate for him to move, to hit that spot again until I would see stars.
Mathias seemed to sense my need, and he began to move, slowly at first, but as my reaction was only moaning, he picked up the pace. And then he hit this sweet spot again and I moaned his name in pure bliss. He picked up on that and continued to slam into that spot with increasing force.
I reached up and grabbed his arms in the frantic need to hold on to something, I pulled him down with me, but his movement never stopped. He was moaning too, my name on his lips enhancing the pleasure I felt.
His hand reached down between our entangled legs and gripped my neglected member, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. I didn't last any longer, after another few powerful thrusts I came, spilling all over Mathias hands and my belly. It was the most amazing feeling I ever had, every nerve end tingling, stars exploding before my eyes and my heart engulfed in wonderful comforting heat. Mathias kept his pace up for another few thrusts until he came deep inside of me, crying out my name and filling me with gentle warmth as his essence flowed out of him.
Then he collapsed on top of me, his head resting in the crook of my neck.
We both just lied there, taking some time to catch our breaths and basking in each other's presence, both still affected by the afterglow of sex.
I put my arms around Mathias back, hugging him as close to me as possible. The warmth still radiating from his skin was comforting.
He said something, incoherently muffled in my neck.
"What?"
He lifted his head, to look at me and grin: "That was awesome!"
Any other time I would have probably hit him for that statement but right now I just smiled back at him, because he was right. It was awesome. And I was glad with every fiber of my being that I had gone along with it.
I tugged back a strand that had gotten in Mathias' eyes and rested my hand on his cheek. I couldn't believe that this wonderful person had chosen to love me. I had never felt so happy in my entire life.
"So do you love me now?" Mathias asked, as if he had heard my thoughts. I blushed so heavily, I was sure I could mimic a tomato.
"Idiot." I muttered and averted my eyes. I still couldn't say the words. He chuckled and nuzzled into my neck. "I know you do, so don't worry." He had whispered it so quietly, that I wasn't sure if I had really heard it.
His hands traced lazy pattern on my chest, and I chose to let it slide. As long as he didn't complain, it should be fine. Mathias pulled me into a close embrace, brushing his entire body against mine and I wrinkled my nose. "You're sticky."
"And so are you."
Damn, he was right. As tired and content as I felt, I just couldn't stand the thought of falling asleep, only to wake up and realize that I was glued to Mathias.
"Come on." I said, pushing at Mathias until he got up. "Let's go to the bathroom and clean up."
"But we just came from the bathroom."
"Yes, but now we are dirty again and need cleaning."
"That's right Lukas, you are a dirty boy, I should- Ouch!"
He rubbed his head, where I had hit him, looking like a puppy that didn't know what it had just done wrong, but he followed me nonetheless into the adjacent bathroom. It was too much work to take another bath so I just wetted a towel and cleaned the spots that needed cleaning, all the while ignoring Mathias, who shamelessly stared at me.
After I was finished I tossed the towel in Mathias' face and picked up my clothes that still lied around on the floor. I exited the bathroom, clothes in hand and returned to Mathias room, where I immediately began to dress. To be honest, walking was not exactly easy, for my backside was throbbing, but it wasn't unbearable either, so I stalked as best as I could through the room.
Mathias followed shortly after, and, after seeing that I was dressed, put on his clothes as well, although grumbling and shooting me hurt glances from time to time. If he was hurt from the earlier hit, or because I forced clothes on him, I could not say.
But it seemed that he could never be angry at me for long, as soon as he was dressed, he flopped on the bed, eagerly patting his side, so I would sit down beside him. I searched the bed for traces of our previously activity, set on changing the sheets if we had to, but when I didn't found any, I sat down beside Mathias.
He immediately pulled me in another hug, which I endured without complain.
"We'll do that again, right?" He asked, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. I just grumbled in what he apparently interpreted as a positive answer, since he pounced on me and showered my face with kisses. "Lukas you are awesome!"
I tried to retain some dignity and shoved him away from me, an action he didn't seem to mind at all. He just bounced back and pounce-hugged me once again. He was like a dog, never getting tired of chasing the stick.
After a while I got bored though, and I stopped shoving him, so he could cuddle into me and nip at my neck. He could have very well been a dog.
It was about time that Emil returned, and according to the amount of light that shed through the windows, it was almost nightfall. I flicked a finger against Mathias' ear and proposed my plan for dinner.
"Right," he exclaimed, "I'm hungry!"
He jumped up and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him through the door and down the hall.
Where did he get all that energy? I wobbled after him, my legs still weary from the previous activity. Mathias, who couldn't wait obviously, lifted me in his arms and carried me down the stairs and into the kitchen. One of these days, he would drop me, I was sure of it, he didn't seem to care much for safety as was evident in the ridiculous speed he raced through the hall. I decided then that, should that ever happen, I would simply drag him down with me and make sure I landed on top of him.
The kitchen was empty and as soon as we entered I climbed out of Mathias' arms and sat on one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Mathias walked through one of the windows and pushed it open. He then leaned out of it as far as possible and yelled through the yard: "EMIIIIIIIIL COME BACK, THERE IS FOOOOOOOOD."
I buried my face in my hands, unwilling to deal with that idiot. How could I have ever fallen for him?
Mathias closed the window, his grin indicating… oh wait he was always grinning, so it probably meant nothing. "He's on his way here." Mathias answered the question that his grin was unable to answer.
"So what do you want, I can make… well I can make actually almost nothing, but I'll still try." I just waved my hand, at this point I didn't care what I had to eat. As long as Mathias was busy with something productive, that was okay for me.
Why didn't this house have any servants for things like cooking? But then I recalled what Mathias had said about his father, and maybe this was just another way of teaching someone responsibility. It seemed to be more of a failure though.
Emil returned just in time for dinner to be ready, but when he saw the burned mess Mathias had created, he dumped the contents of the frying pan without a word and started to cook something more edible.
Mathias sat down on the table beside me and just shrugged in apology.
Fortunately Mathias refrained from acts of intimacy in front of my brother; maybe he had some decency after all. And when Emil was finished we all sat around the table, even the puffin got his own place with a bowl of food before him, almost as if we were a family.
And if that was what it felt like to have a family once again, with Mathias to take care of us, than that was okay, and I would like to keep that feeling.
Even though there still was a problem on the horizon, and I had only a week left to solve it.
But I wasn't alone, and that was worth at least something.
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A/N: So the plot will pick up its pace a little in the next chapter, and then it will be time to update the story description. *surprise*
