AN - Warning. There is limeish yaoi in this chapter. If that bothers you, don't effing read it.
September 1988
There was something that felt slightly criminal about lying on the ruby red sheets that had clearly been freshly tucked in. It was either that, or the fact that Jirarudan had another man on top of him for the first time in his life, and for some reason, he had no desire to push him away.
The situation was a new awakening for Giovanni as well, in more ways than just one. Until now, he had seen women from the neck down as potentially being able to satisfy his primal cravings as a member of the male race. Not only had he never looked at a man in such a way before, but for the first time, it was not only the body that Boss Rocket desired.
The kisses and movements were calm ones. Strong, yes, but not overzealous or scrambling in any way. Jirarudan ran his hands down the older man's arms, lightly tracing his finernails down to his wrist and hands, sending a shiver down Giovanni's spine. He responded with a passionate nuzzle, and traced his tongue from the Collector's ear, down his neck, to his shoulder, slowly moving the garment aside as he went. Giovanni's desire for control was evident in his mannerisms...he climbed on top of his new lover, declaring his position of superiority, and tugged at the bottom of Jirarudan's robe, suggesting it be removed. The man complied, and squirmed his way out of his formal robes as best he could in his position. He felt his face turn pink...God, I cannot believe he makes me feel this way! he thought to himself in shock.
His breath quickened further as he noticed Giovanni's orange slacks sliding to the floor.
Giovanni felt a burning in his heart...a feeling he was entirely unfamiliar with. He had felt lust, he had felt desire...both of these were evident, yes, but something else was present that seemed to erase anything outside the bedroom from his mind. He liked this feeling. I shan't let you go, he told himself firmly.
Jirarudan, in the meantime, was slipping into another world. As he had previously considered (but now was entirely certain), Giovanni was the the first human whose confidence overshadowed his own. I don't think I could say 'no' to this man if I wanted to.. he started to think, but cut off by another firm kiss from Giovanni, accompanied now by a rough hand grasping the back of his head. Oh God, don't let go...
Giovanni did not let go. He did, however, break the kiss, and waited for Jirarudan to open his eyes. His eyes opened, and Giovanni was taken aback by their bold indigo colour, though it was clear that Jirarudan still felt entirely glazed over. Giovanni leaned to whisper in Jirarudan's ears.
"Jirarudan," he began, sending shivers down the Collector's spine. "Let me have you." It was clear to Jirarudan that the man had little or no experience on asking for anything without it being a simple demand. However, he saw this as more undeniable proof that Giovanni was an insanely powerful man...a man who got what he wanted, when he wanted. And he wants me? The young man realized that he could hear himself breathing very heavily. Do I dare question him, or myself?
"Yes," was all he managed to whisper back, before he found himself overwhelmed by Giovanni's body, warm against his own, and a deep, passionate kiss...
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