Ok... Right... So I feel the need to ramble on here in an attempt to explain myself. But I will resist and let you judge for yourself. Eek! Oh, one more thing: there's smut, looooots of smut. Seriously.

~s~c~

Breathe in… Breathe out… Alright. Here we go. I raise my hand, and softly knock on his door.

I know he's waiting for me. We agreed that he would go first. There was no way we could have walked over to his apartment together without people knowing exactly what we were up to. I could see it plastered all over his face, and I knew mine wasn't much better. It felt strange, slipping through the door he left open for me. I took the stairs, two at a time, and now… here I am.

I hear his footsteps coming towards me moments before the door is flung open.

'Now then… Where were we?' he says in the most sultry voice I have ever heard.

I gulp my breath and can do nothing but stare. Christian is standing before me, like he was just minutes ago. Shirtless. The vibe coming off him is feral, wild and dangerous but oh so enticing. His eyes are appraising me, taking me in from head to toe and shining his approval back at me. His stance is that of a jungle cat, seemingly relaxed, but poised and ready for attack. The message is clear. I'm on his turf now. As soon as I step over this threshold, I am his to claim. When confronted with such an overwhelming sight, any sane person would surely flee. Sanity though, is clearly long lost to me. So without hesitation and with much anticipation, I step into his lair.

In one fell swoop, the door is slammed shut behind me, my shirt is yanked up over my head, and I am in his arms once again.

'Ah yes… that seems about right.' And with that satisfied statement, he captures my mouth in a ferocious kiss.

Yes. It's like I can hear my body responding, an unequivocal answer to his unspoken question. His hands are everywhere. Stroking my hair, following the curve of my spine, sliding up and down my arms, my sides, tracing my neck, my shoulders... His fingers leave a hot fiery trail over my body, while his tongue is exploring my mouth with determination. My blood, my brain, my heart, are full of only him. All I can do, is let it happen. I let myself be swept up by the current of my feelings, evoked by his assault on my senses. It is an amazing feeling. I am giving myself up to him, without reservation, and it just feels… right. As it should be. As it was meant to be.

His tongue has left my mouth. He sucks in my bottom lip, tugging it gently before releasing it. His eyes are boring into mine, as I feel his hands slide down my back, coming to rest on my arse. He buries his face in my neck, nuzzles my hair, and gives my arse an appreciative squeeze.

'Hmmmmmm...' The sound of his voice sends shivers up and down my spine.

'I think you're wearing too many clothes' he mumbles into my neck. 'Take it off' he whispers, while giving the waistband of my trousers a little snap.

'Ok', is all the response I manage. I step back and try and take off my trousers. The button is giving me trouble, as my hands are trembling. When I finally get it open, I heave a sigh of relieve, pull the zip down and let my trousers fall at my feet. He just looks at me, and gives a little nod to indicate my pants.

'Those too'

Obediently, I take them off and step out of both trousers and pants. I hear him suck in his breath. I look up, to see him looking at me with undisguised hunger, looking even more like a predator. My arousal reaches an almost painful level, my cock impossibly hard, already leaking at the tip. I see his eyes glaze over as a guttural sound escapes him. Within seconds, he has opened his trousers, yanked them down, pants and all. Before I can get a good look at him, he has crushed my body with his and he has reclaimed my mouth. His erection is pressing against my abdomen, feeling unbelievably large. He has his arms wrapped tightly around me, effectively trapping mine against my sides. With some force, I manage to wriggle them free and push them in between us. I grope around until I am able to wrap first one and then both hands around his length. I just hold it there, feeling it's strength, the slight curve, the thick vein at the base, throbbing heat. Christian breaks free from our kiss with a hiss and pushes me back slightly. This is good, because I want to see him. Reluctantly I release my grip and just look at him.

'Syed'

I look up at the sound of my name. What the hell is happening to me? He is looking at me with such intensity, like he is ready to devour me whole. And instead of being disturbed by this, by the thought of what he can do to me with that powerful body, not to mention that huge cock, I just want him to get on with it already. My entire being seems to think it a fabulous idea to simply surrender to him and let him do with me what he will. And I'm not even trying to hide it. He throws me an incredulous look, hesitating only for a second before he puts his hands on my ass again, tilting me towards him. He lifts me up as I lean in against him. With a few steps, he has reached the bed, that I now notice for the first time. It is huge, and takes centre stage of the room. He lies me down gently and hovers over me, supported by those muscular arms. He starts pressing urgent kisses on my heated skin, first on my lips, nose, cheeks, eyelids, jaw line, neck, and then his mouth travels further down my body. Reaching my chest he starts lapping at my skin, circling his tongue around my nipples, and then lower, dipping into my bellybutton. All I can do is lie there, my hands in his hair, my head thrashing on the pillow, desperate cries escaping my lips. I feel him hovering over me, his hot breath caressing my straining erection. And then he takes me in, making me arch my back and buck my hips into his mouth while I push his head down upon me. But he's having none of it. He pins my hips down with one arm, leaving no doubt about who is in charge.

He slowly lowers his mouth to take me in deeper. The feeling of my erection, enveloped in his warm, wet mouth is almost too much for me. I clench my fist into the sheets to stop myself from coming. Lifting himself of slightly, almost releasing me from his mouth, he starts circling the tip with his tongue. That is just the start of what I am sure must be his attempt to kill me with pleasure. He is using his skilled tongue to continue to torture me, while his fingers have started to caress the delicate skin of my inner thighs. I close my eyes and wantonly open my legs for him. He wastes no time exploring me further. Soon, his fingers are gently fondling my balls and then I feel him slipping a finger between my butt cheeks. And just like that, he is gone. The loss of his touch has left me feeling cold and I can't stop a little shiver of disappointment going through me.

I open my eyes, to see him fumbling with something on the nightstand. Before I can focus my eyes enough to see what it is, he is back, kneeling between my thighs. And then his hands are back on me, but they are now cool and slick. I moan at the feeling of him stroking the very sensitive skin of my cock, my balls, my arse. The feeling of one of his fingers pressing against me and then entering me has me sit up with a start. But he gently places his hand on my abdomen, easing me back down.

'It's ok. Relax…' He brushes his lips against mine and looks at me with comforting eyes. I can still see lust and hunger, but there is a softness and tenderness lying underneath. Trusting he won't hurt me, I give him a little nod. He eases in another finger, and I can't help myself tightening my muscles around his fingers. It isn't really painful anymore, but it doesn't feel good either. That is, before he begins to move.

My eyes widen, and I suck in my breath. His face is hovering over mine, and I see his lips curl in a satisfied smile. Mesmerized by his beautiful face above me and the movements of his fingers inside me, I give myself over to the pleasure. He is moving his fingers, sliding in and out, spreading them, opening me up. When he ads a third finger and angles them up, they hit a spot inside that I know must be my prostate. I thrust myself mindlessly down on his fingers, wanting to feel that again and again and again… I almost sob when he pulls his fingers out, but then he adjusts himself, crawling further in between my thighs. Effortlessly, he places my legs on his shoulders and then I forget everything but the feeling of his cock, ready to enter me.

'Please…' I whimper, pushing myself up against him. And then he is slowly sliding in, keeping our eye contact. He pauses regularly, waiting for me to adjust to the incredible feeling of his cock filling me, before he edges in further. I can't keep still. I'm writhing beneath him, shudders are rocking through my body. When he is finally all the way inside me, he closes his eyes and grinds his teeth. I can tell he is trying to control himself, wanting it to be good for me, giving me enough time. His chest is heaving, drops of sweat are running down his face.

'Christian, please…' I moan.

And then he starts to move. He draws back, his cock almost sliding all the way out, before he slams himself back into me. He finds my prostate at the first try, sending the most incredible jolts of pleasure surging through my body. I can hear erratic keening noises escaping my throat, as he starts slamming into me again and again. I grab his shoulders to pull him closer, not caring that his body is crushing me. Although it is making it hard to breathe, I can't resist moving my hands to cradle his head and place my lips back on his. We share short, wet kisses, breaking our lips apart regularly to give us a chance to breathe. The effect of these kisses, combined with the ever quickening pace of his hips is dizzying. I close my eyes again, letting my head fall back. Tentatively, I try and push up my hips to meet his. Oh yes… I want to tell him how good it feels, but I can only produce incoherent sounds. So I settle for bucking my hips again, meeting him thrust for thrust. He lifts himself up a bit, enabling him to thrust even deeper. I feel no pain, only pure unadulterated pleasure. I'm very close now. I reach out to him, running my fingers over his chest, stroking his hair, tracing his muscles, teasing his nipples. As I feel myself getting closer and closer to exploding, my whole body clamps up. Feeling this, he roughly grabs hold of my chin.

'Open your eyes Sy…' His voice is rough but steady. I obediently open my eyes. He lets his hand slip between our sweat slicked bodies and takes my neglected cock in a firm grip. That is all it takes. I let go, screaming his name as I come. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, pumps into me a couple of more times and then comes with a loud, toe curling groan.

The breath is forced out of me as he lets his weight topple down on me, clinging on to me while we wait for the shudders of our release to cease. Then he slides my legs gently off his shoulders as he rolls over on his back, pulling me close. I curl into him, laying one arm across his chest and a leg over his thigh. He wraps a strong, protective arm around me, pulling me in even closer, dropping a kiss on top of my head.

Lying there, I have never felt happier. My nerve ends are still zinging from his touch, my body feeling both spent and invigorated. I listen as our breath and our hearts slowly calm down to a more healthy level. His hand is running leisurely up and down my arm. I tangle my fingers in his chest hair, pulling it softly and then smoothing it down with the palm of my hand. After a while, he uses the arm he has wrapped around me to pull me in and presses the sweetest of kisses on my lips. I let out a satisfied sigh as I open my mouth to let him in. We kiss each other, over and over again, speaking without the use of words. I already feel the repressed doubts and guilt trying to battle their way into my consciousness. But I resolutely push them back, at least for now. I refuse to feel bad right now. I want to enjoy and celebrate this moment. Later, I promise my subconscious. And then I snuggle up to Christian, greedily breathing in his deliciously musky scent.

~s~c~

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