Pain and need
Chapter 6: The date
We entered my apartment just after seven. I had chosen my own space to spent the date because it's more convenient, more ordered then Illya's. My apartment is more spacious , even it's the same size. We share apartments in the same building. When you enter Illya's home you need to find a way through his books and gadgets. That man is a hoarder. He never throws something away. "You'll never know when I'll need it." And indeed, he has used everything for his disguises, or for experiments. His mess has often saved our lived.
"Make yourself comfortable." I said while I opened the Champagne. Illya eyed the roses which stood on the small coffee table. It made me nervous for an instant. Perhaps flowers were a mistake, it's more suitable for a woman after all. What if Illya takes this wrong?
"I would love to Napoleon, but were did this sudden change of heart come from?" The blond answered with a blush.
I had no clue what he was talking about, did I take the flower shop's advice wrong? 'I euhm,… told you I like you didn't I?"
"Euhm, No the card actually reads like: Do you want to marry me?"
"In that case Illya." I whispered as I sat down and handed him his glass. "Do you want to spent the rest of your life with me?"
"Always." He whispered as they clinked their glasses. "We Russians always go for a fast wedding." The blond laughed and kissed me softly on my lips. My nerves exploded from the moment his hands roamed over my back, his lips sucked mine with no ending. Illya was intense in everything he did, he sucked my tongue as I entered his mouth. I never expected this from Illya, but he's damn erotic, so sensual. His hands are never still, they explore everything . They go from my back to my hair and wander downwards again to my lower back. He stimulated me to go on, to explore myself. He gives himself over to me and leaves me in total control which I'm very grateful for. This being the first time with a man, he doesn't force me into anything. Such a relieve fell from my shoulders as I now begin to understand my friend. He isn't dominant in any way, he just wants to be loved.
Being the dominant myself in many ways, I lean onto him. Illya lays himself with his back down onto the couch, waiting for me. I began to undress his shirt, very carefully with his face of course. His chest felt so smooth, his skin is so soft. It's odd to feel no breasts under his hands, but the nipples and the ribs felt so sensual as well. I heard him moan as I lingered kisses on his yaw. "I'm sorry."
"It's still a bit tender." He whispered out of breath.
"Do you mind if we skipped the dinner?"
A sneaky smile appeared on my friends face. "Of course not, do you mind if we went to the bedroom? Your couch is really uncomfortable."
"Well Illya you won't be disappointed with the bed."