Everything about him was elegant, as if he’d been born from the marble statues that dotted the ancient Grecian landscape. He was Theseus, Aeneas, Perseus, and Odysseus all rolled into one delectable package.
They came together in a press of hot skin that slipped and tugged with every movement. Isidore devoured Kairo’s mouth while his hands pushed at his shorts so that they tumbled to his ankles. Nothing was between them now.
Their lips never parted as they tripped and stumbled across the room to the bed. Isidore fell onto the bed first and gasped when the poor thing squealed under him. His eyes sparkled and his skin was flushed. No one had ever looked more beautiful to him.
Kairo slowly lowered himself on top of Isidore’s sprawled body, kissing his way up from his hip bone to his stomach to each flat nipple. He licked them, turning them into hard little nubs against his tongue. Next was that delicious Adam’s apple. Isidore tilted his head back and threw his hands out, offering his body up as if making himself a sacrifice to the gods.
“Do you want to feel me inside you?” Kairo asked, his hot breath skimming across damp skin.
“Yes!” Isidore cried. He shifted and shimmied until Kairo raised up enough to allow Isidore to move beneath him. The wicked devil flipped onto his stomach and slithered up the bed to rest his head on the pillows. The box of condoms and the lube were pushed to the side but left within easy reach.
Kairo barely noticed them because his eyes were locked on that perfect ass. It was the roundest, most adorable peach he’d ever seen in his life. So, it was only natural for him to bend down and take a bite. Isidore yelped and glared over his shoulder at him. Kairo grinned and took another nibble, but this time, he also slipped a hand between Isidore’s spread legs, fondling his balls and caressing his hard cock. Isidore’s eyes rolled into his head as his lips parted on a moan.
He licked, nipped, and kissed one cheek and then the other, all while stroking Isidore. He’d managed to gasp Kairo’s name once followed by a long string of Greek. Kairo didn’t understand a single word of it, but it was so very fun. It was like finding the magic button in Isidore’s brain that shut down all his language functions. Isidore had boasted once that he fluently spoke six languages.
But when he was in Kairo’s hands, everything became Greek.
Moving to his knees behind Isidore, Kairo crawled up, bracing his hands on either side of his chest to kiss along his shoulder blades. Pleasure rocketed through his body as Isidore pressed backward, rubbing his ass against Kairo’s cock.
Isidore said something in a rough and husky voice. It sounded like he was begging, but Kairo didn’t understand.
“Isidore, my darling, you need to find English. I’ll do anything you say, but you have to say it so I can understand it.”
“Fuckmefuckmefuckme,” Isidore chanted in a rush. “Need your thick cock in me.”
“This cock?” Kairo teased. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his dick between Isidore’s cheeks.
A loud, obscene whimper left Isidore. He grabbed one of his own cheeks to spread them wider apart, trying to get closer.
Kairo swallowed a series of curses. This man was going to break him. There was no waiting. No teasing foreplay. Every time they fell into bed together, it was unending heat and a desperate race to orgasm. Why had he thought that they’d be able to slow down the first time? That he’d be able to tease Isidore and draw it out? He was already rock hard and leaking so fucking bad.
Shoving against the mattress so that he was balanced on his knees, Kairo tore open the box and grabbed a condom. After rolling it along his length, he snatched up the lube and squeezed a liberal amount on his fingers.
Oh God, he’s tight.He pressed one finger inside of Isidore and they both groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. Biting on his cheek, Kairo slowly worked that finger in his lover, stretching muscles that didn’t want to give way until Isidore was pressing backward into him as if he were searching for more. He carefully added a second and then a third, giving his wonderful man time to adjust to him. Isidore deserved only pleasure.
“Please, Kairo. Don’t make me wait. I’m so close,” Isidore panted. Sweat glistened on his skin and dampened the hairs on the base of his neck and at his temples. So beautiful. And all his.
Very carefully, he removed his fingers and grabbed the lube. He spread it along his cock with a shaking hand. Every muscle in his body felt like it was pulled tight as a bowstring. The driving need to come demanded he plunge straight into Isidore’s welcoming body and fuck him hard.
But he’d never hurt Isidore. Not willingly.
He brushed the slick head against the greedy hole, wringing another cry out of Isidore, then pushed carefully inside. The tight heat was exquisite. He was barely inside and he already wanted to come. Clenching his teeth, he pushed down on his orgasm and moved farther inside of Isidore, filling him inch by slow inch. For every pained whimper, Kairo would stop and wait for him to grow more accustomed to his girth before pressing in again.
When he was fully sheathed in the tight perfection, he thought he was going to die. His entire body was covered in sweat and his heart was racing. What’s more, he could feel the same pulse through his dick, squeezed by insanely tight muscles. He was inside of Isidore Aegis Panopoulos, and he was never fucking leaving.
“Are you okay, baby?” Kairo demanded. He bent, trying to make sure he didn’t move within Isidore while he pressed gentle kisses to his spine.
“So full.” Isidore’s moan was muffled with his face pressed into the pillow. He turned his head so he could breathe and speak more clearly. “Never been so full in all my life.”
Grinning, Kairo stretched to reach those puffy lips. Somehow he managed to slip just a bit deeper inside of Isidore, and they both cried out as if the last of their control had snapped.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” were the last clear words Kairo could make out. Straightening, he grabbed Isidore’s hips and slowly slid backward until only the head stretched his hole. As he pushed inside in one smooth motion, everything out of Isidore’s mouth became a mix of broken Greek and English.
He sped up his thrusts, moving so damn fast that his cries of pleasure were on the cusp of becoming sobs. But even those sounds were drowned out by the squeak of the bedsprings and the slap of their sweaty bodies coming together.
Kairo swore as his need to come screamed back, and there was no chance of fighting it. “Jerk yourself,” Kairo commanded through clenched teeth. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Isidore immediately sneaked a hand under his body. Kairo watched the motion of his arm as he stroked himself. It wasn’t long before muscles tightened even more around Kairo and Isidore shouted his release loud enough for the entire town to hear them.