He didn’t mind leading the way. Kairo shoved his hand up and under Isidore’s shirt, splaying his fingers wide across his spine while holding him tightly. The cold sweat was gone and now only scorching heat rose from his flesh as if he were a living flame.
Some words came out in a blur of Greek before he located the English button in his brain. “Maybe it was a bad idea to start this,” Isidore said roughly as he dove in for another draining kiss. He captured Kairo’s mouth as if he were afraid he’d disappear in the next second.
“Why’s that?” Kairo asked when he could catch a breath of air.
“I don’t think anyone is going to stop us this time.”
Kairo grinned, his lips still touching Isidore’s. “Do you want to stop? We can. This goes only as far as you want it to.”
A low, soft hum rumbled up Isidore’s throat. The tip of Isidore’s tongue sneaked out to lathe the ball of his piercing just below his bottom lip. He then sucked Kairo’s bottom lip into his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth, then releasing it. “When you say things like that, I never want to stop. It’s just…I’m not the casual-sex kind of guy. I’m not good at fooling around and walking away.”
He kissed the tip of Isidore’s nose. He couldn’t help himself. This was exactly what he’d expected him to say. Nothing about Isidore screamed wild and reckless. He was considerate, conscientious, thoughtful, and so very protective. The fact that Isidore had kissed him in the first place likely meant that Kairo had secured a good hold on his heart.
There was no way in hell he was taking this lightly. Nothing could make him hurt Isidore. No, he wanted to make this man feel very good in a lot of fun and interesting ways.
“I know, Isidore. That doesn’t change anything for me. If you want to take this slowly, see if we can even figure out what dating might look like, we can. We’ll stop right here. No pressure.”
“You’d be willing to go on a date?” Isidore gasped, sounding as if Kairo had just offered to fly up to the moon for him.
Kairo turned his face a little to lick and nip at the corner of Isidore’s mouth. “Not a date. Many dates. I think we will need many, many dates to figure this out.”
“Yes. Many dates,” Isidore whispered in a rush. He chased after Kairo’s mouth until he could plunge his tongue inside again.
They kissed hungrily, while Isidore’s hips thrust forward. Their hard dicks brushed through their shorts, and Isidore moaned beautifully. Kairo’s eyes rolled back into his head as intense pleasure rippled through him. The sexy, horny man in his arms was making it so hard to be fucking responsible.
How were they supposed to get to sleep now?
Oh, his dick had a few suggestions that were guaranteed to knock them both out later.
Isidore rubbed his cock against Kairo’s while roughly whispering his name in his ear.
Kairo pulled back enough to stare into Isidore’s eyes as he slid a hand between them, rubbing the tips of his fingers along the ridge of Isidore’s impossibly hard cock. The perfect member twitched at the touch, and Isidore’s breath caught in his throat.
“Tell me to stop,” Kairo said.
“No,” Isidore exhaled.
Kairo trailed his fingers up his cock and let them catch on the elastic waistband of his basketball shorts before slowly moving back down again. “Do you want more?”
“I do. I want more,” Isidore choked out. “Please, Kairo. Make me come. I’m so close.”
He rewarded that shaky confession by pressing his palm to Isidore’s dick while rubbing. He just barely captured his loud, desperate cry in his mouth. Responsive and vocal, Isidore was a fucking wet dream.
“What do you want me to do to you?” Kairo teased. Isidore already looked as if he was hovering on the edge and dying to watch Kairo come apart. “You want my hand on your dick? Or would you rather I suck you hard down my throat and swallow everything you’ve got?” His preference was option two, but only because he was dying to taste him, to feel the weight of him on his tongue.
A high-pitched whimper escaped Isidore and he finally said, “Hand,” through clenched teeth. “I won’t last for a blowjob.”
Kairo lazily drew his hand lower and fondled Isidore’s balls through his shorts before dragging it up again. He had only started to tug at the waistband of the shorts when Isidore jerked away. Kairo froze. Had he changed his mind? Was this too much too fast?
The questions had barely formed in his mind when Isidore moved away from Kairo enough to violently shove aside both his shorts and underwear. He tossed them to the floor and turned, snagging Kairo’s mouth in a brutal kiss that wiped away any thought.
Kairo’s hand unerringly located Isidore’s straining cock and caressed it slowly, gripping it lightly at first, exploring the length and weight of it. The silky, hot flesh felt perfect in his hand. He ran his fingers across the tip, gathering up the pre-cum to use as lubricant on the next hard stroke that left Isidore trembling and gasping.
“Kairo, can…can I touch you?” Isidore asked, his tone nearly begging.
“God, please,” Kairo groaned. He kissed his way along Isidore’s throat, his hand still on his cock while Isidore fought with his shorts. He got them enough out of the way to free Kairo’s aching cock. The second Isidore’s long, nimble fingers closed around his dick, all higher thought shut off.
They kissed and bit at each other’s lips until they were bruised and swollen. Kairo’s hand shuttled hard and fast up and down Isidore’s cock as it leaked and throbbed in his fist. Every whimper, pant, and moan built the fire within him higher and higher.