“You want it slow?” Kairo teased. As he spoke, he slowly pulled out and then just as slowly pushed inside in a smooth, endless stroke and sucked the air out of his lungs. They both groaned, leaving Isidore weak in the knees. “God, Isidore. You feel so amazing. I could live inside of you for the rest of our lives. Just slowly fucking you.”
Isidore was going to have a heart attack. Each slow, deep stroke was driving him insane, pushing him closer to the edge and dragging him back again.
“Please. Hard. Fuck me hard.”
Kairo didn’t tease or talk anymore. He just gripped both of Isidore’s hips and drove into him so hard that Isidore shouted. Every thrust, every plunge inside of his body drove out desperate cries of pleasure. He chanted Kairo’s name, pleading for more or harder. The slap of damp flesh echoed off the tile walls, but he could barely hear it over his racing heart in his ears. It was so good.
“Now! Jerk yourself now!” Kairo barked. Isidore could feel the cock in his ass swelling. His lover was close. He gripped his leaking dick and stroked hard in time with each of Kairo’s thrusts. He tried to hold out until Kairo fell over the edge first, but the orgasm slipped away from him and his entire world shattered. He cried out, his voice cracking as he came all over his hand and the mirror in front of him.
Kairo shouted and a new heat filled him. A second smaller orgasm tried to strangle him just at the thought of Kairo’s hot cum shooting into him. The moment he finished coming, Kairo pulled out and Isidore could feel it leaking from his loose hole. The hot cum slid along his taint and across his balls. Oh God, nothing in his life had ever felt so hot or sexy.
Kairo wrapped one arm around his waist and leaned his forehead against his spine. Each shattered pant gusted across his sweaty skin. Kairo shoved one finger inside of him and Isidore moaned as he dragged out more cum. He smeared it across his ass and thighs.
“You feel that, baby?”
Isidore whimpered. “Yes,” he cried out brokenly. “I’m yours. All yours.”
Kairo straightened and pulled Isidore into his strong arms. He kissed him slowly over and over again. “You were mine well before this. You’re always going to be mine.”
He could only nod. All his strength had left him. His body tingled from head to toe. It was only Kairo’s low snicker that got his brain switching on. He lifted his head to see Kairo staring at the streaks of cum all over the mirror.
“You planning to leave that for the maid?”
“Oh, shit! No!” he managed to gasp and giggle at the same time. He released Kairo and started to grab for a hand towel, but Kairo stopped him, spinning him toward the shower instead.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first, and then we’ll worry about everything else.”
Isidore wordlessly let himself be placed under the hot spray of water while Kairo gently washed him clean again. Part of him wanted to stay filthy, but the logical bit of his brain had woken up enough to realize that it wasn’t realistic. It didn’t matter. He could still feel Kairo in him, feel his lover imprinted on every bit of his flesh, and it was heaven.
After the quick shower, he woke up enough to help clean up the mess that had been made on the tile floor and mirror. It might have required a lot of childish giggling, though.
A bone-deep sigh lifted from his lips as he fell into bed with Kairo. His sweet man pulled him close only to have him start chuckling suddenly.
“Holy shit! I’m such an ass!” Kairo groaned.
Isidore’s head popped up and he squinted at Kairo in the darkness. “What? Why do you say that?”
“I got so excited after you told me what you wanted that I never got around to telling you that my last test came back negative too.” Kairo covered his eyes with one hand and snorted. “That was the first time I’ve ever gone bare with someone and when you suggested it, my brain stopped working completely.”
Isidore huffed a soft laugh before snagging a kiss. “I know you. There’s no way you’d ever put my life in danger.”
Kairo lifted his hand from his eyes and slipped it into Isidore’s hair, brushing it from his face. “No, I wouldn’t. Not ever.”
Settling down on Kairo’s chest, Isidore closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. His last thought danced around the idea of falling asleep like this every night for the rest of his life. They just had to survive a party…with his family.
19
ISIDORE PANOPOULOS
Wasthis what Hell was like?
Surrounded by people who hated him, who were jealous of his family’s wealth, and likely wanted him dead. And just to add to the discomfort, mixed among the haters were kind people who truly cared about him. People who now had to witness his near-constant embarrassment.
He walked around the summer home his parents had filled with happy memories, a fake smile pinned on his lips. It wasn’t technically anything new for him. Even before his parents died, he was aware that he was a target. It was only since meeting Kairo and spending time with his friends that he realized what it was to feel truly happy.
Faking it had become painful, as if each forced laugh and grin was a knife being stabbed in his chest.
“Isidore, I’m right here with you,” Kairo’s voice warmly filled his ear through the hidden earpiece he was wearing. The smile became a little more real as he paused at the bar for a sparkling water with lime. There was no drinking for the entire team tonight, and he so could have used a shot or six to dull the pain.