pt 25

There are words...I even give him another opportunity to reject me by bringing up Isabella...but he is set on me, and everything melts away as our lips meet. He is leading me to his bed... I am pulled downward and the gentle kisses turn deeper and more intrusive. Tongues swipe against each other roughly. Issac's hands fumble at my back, unsure of whether to hold or roam. I take his bottom lip between my teeth and nibble slightly causing him to press against me.

"A-Anders." He groans into my mouth. "You wear too much." He tugs at my coat. In a haze of lustful realization the garments are quickly removed and tossed to floor. I am flush against him the bare skin of our chests pressed against each other as I continue to devour his mouth. I realize I haven't touched his chest yet and this must be rectified. I pull away from his lips and smirk when he gives a disappointed grunt. So he does like this...I can at least put a few fears to rest. I run a hand along the plane of his chest, hard and muscular.

"Maker Issac...your body is amazing." I feel inadequate as my hands explore his chest making their way down to his stomach to trace the light trail of hair, and stop at the top of is breeches. He bucks slightly. I am about to venture further when he grabs my hand and rolls over on top of me.

"And what of you hmm?" He pins my arms with one of his hands and our eyes meet. "Don't you understand?" He uses his free hand to lightly ghost fingers from my cheek down to my chest. Him pinning me like this... the tightness in my breeches grows even more uncomfortable. He moves to kiss me, but this time its soft and loving.

"Issac..."

"Shh." He presses a finger to my lips as he begins to plant more of those gentle kisses down my neck. "I love how you look." He whispers freeing one of my hands. He keeps hold of the other one and looks at me nervously. Is he? I wouldn't have thought him to be so bold...He has led the other hand to feel his erection straining against the fabric. "You do this to me...you are the only man who has ever done this to me..." A strange sense of pride envelops me. He wants me, he wants me and no other man. I do not deserve this, I do not deserve him...yet he wants me. I grip him through cloth, and he responds with a low moan when I begin to stroke him.

"It might be better if..." But he is already ahead of me pulling off his breeches and smalls...I almost gasp as he frees his swollen cock from its confines. I reach out to begin stroking again but he playfully bats my hand away.

"Well I'm not going to be the only one whose naked." He laughs. Soon enough my breeches and smalls join the pile of clothing at the side of the bed...I feel so exposed as he eyes me eyes stopping at my groin. He lies back on top of me rubbing our lengths together...he feels so good...I can't help but moan into his neck. The sensation is incredible as he writhes against me thrusting harder to increase the friction between us. I bury my face in the crook of his neck gripping his back tightly. And then I notice...his scent so hauntingly familiar.

…...

My first escape attempt...well my first escape success...I remember it so clearly. I had made my way tired, hungry, and dirty to a thick forest. It started to rain slightly and the thin coat of water caused all the green to appear brighter, stronger...making the color pop. The musk of the damp forest filled my nostrils. These simple things, these simple beautiful things. I could have wept at it all except I was a boy, and boys didn't cry.

Issac's sent reminded me of that beautiful aroma.

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Issac pauses his thrusting and moves to kiss my lips before running his tongue down the length of my neck. I grip at the sheets and cannot help arching my hips. He slinks downward a hand timidly brushing the head of my cock before gripping lightly, stroking slowly.

"Issac...you don't have to...ah" I am silenced as lips close over the tip. It takes ever ounce of self control not to trust upward and take his mouth. Why is he doing this? I should be the one lavishing affections and pleasures on his body... He takes me deeper as his tongue glides along my shaft. I am making the most pathetic mewling noises known to man...but Maker...Issac Hawke is taking me in his mouth. His strong hands grip my thighs as he takes me deeper...then unexpected pain as his teeth graze the sensitive flesh. I hiss at the unpleasant sensation.

"Oh shit...I'm sorry...I..." He looks up at me with those enchanting blue eyes and I pull him into a kiss.

"Its ok, you are wonderful."

"You know I've never..."

"Yes and you are doing fine love." The way his face lights up when I call him that is breathtaking. "Let me do something for you...what do you want me to do Issac?" I want to please him so badly. I stroke his throbbing cock and nip at an earlobe as I whisper. "How do you want me to please you?"

"I...oh...I...I want you inside me..." He whimpers and I stop. He wants me to... "Did I say something wrong? I knew spending all that gold at the Rose wouldn't be worth it."

"Wait... I thought you hadn't."

"No no, not like that...I've messed this all up haven't I. Shit! Ok let me explain at least before you decide to leave...They make you pay...even if you just want to talk. The workers there I mean. I just wanted some advice on how to...with a man... I didn't have anyone else to ask..." His face is crimson, and my heart swells at the thought of his consideration. "You can leave now if you want...I'm sure that I've just ruined everything." He sighs.

"No you haven't...you're endearing. I just...well I figured that you'd want it...uh...the other way around."

"Not this first time...I want to give myself to you Anders...I want you to know what you mean to me." He cups my face and holds my gaze with genuine love and affection. He loves me...it is euphoric...I pull myself up and lean over the edge of the bed and pull the small vial from my coat pocket.

"Lie back love. If you want me to stop anything I will, just tell me." He nods. "I will be gentle...but it may hurt a little at first." I open the vial amply coating a finger. He shudders as I trace his entrance, and then penetrate him with a finger. "Is everything ok?" I ask as I begin preparing him, pumping my finger inside.

"Yes.." He moans. I notice his member is tragically unattended to and decide to rectify that by taking him into my mouth. "Maker..." He gasps as I flick my tongue over his already leaking slit. Issac grips my hair trying to find a balance between forcing more of his cock down my throat and urging me to do it myself. I pull away.

"You like this don't you?" My finger still steadily pumping into him. He only moans a response. I slick another finger and it joins the other stretching him. My mouth returns to his prick.

"Anders...s..s...stop..." I stop as promised.

"Is everything fine?"

"I can't...I just...you can't keep doing that...I...I like it too much." He blushes and I catch his meaning.

"Do you want me to?"

"I do." He bites at his lower lip nervously. I empty the rest of the vials contents in my hand and spread it thoroughly along my cock. I position myself pressing against his entrance and slowly breech the barrier. Issac winces, but says nothing. He is warm...tight...I could go right now...I inch slowly in making sure that he can accommodate me until at last I am buried to the hilt.

"You feel so good love...I'm going to start moving." I rock slowly, he starts to moan. I trust that the pain has mostly subsided, but I do not thrust into him any harder. He reaches down to grab his member and starts to stroke. "Let me..." I replace his hand with my slicked one and pump him in time with my thrusts.

"Anders...I...Maker..." Issac bucks erratically. I feel him pulse and he spills his warm seed onto my hand and his belly. His muscles clench...I'm going to...with one last thrust I spill deep inside him, and the world is a blur, a glorious blur...