“Yeah,” Kade breathed between kissing him again and again. “Yeah, I want to.”
Florian nodded eagerly, and Kade gave him one last gentle nip at his lower lip, before turning his face away. He was dismayed for only a second before Kade effortlessly lifted him up and carried him a few steps to his bed. Florian laughed as he fell onto soft pillows, only for his breath to hitch as Kade pulled away, peeling his shirt off in one quick motion, before descending once more to kiss him.
This time as Florian held him, his fingers pressed against the hard bare plane of his back, feeling the muscle move and ripple as the stronger man shifted his weight and pulled Florian so that he was partly on his back beside Kade, who lay half on top of him. Kade held him close as they kissed, but his hands were nervous and still on Florian's back—but now he felt bolder, almost aggressive, and let his hand trail from the small of Kade's back to his abs again, brushing lower until his fingers played with the waistband of his pants. He felt Kade's breath hitch, but still he didn't move away or try to stop him.
In as smooth a motion as he could manage, Florian pushed his hand further in, letting his palm brush lightly against the warm, hard flesh, before wrapping his fingers around his cock. Kade gasped as Florian stroked him, long and slow. It took only a moment for Florian to realize he was uncut—thatwould be different, he thought, even as he wondered why he should be surprised. His thumb brushed against the head and came away wet with precum, eliciting another moan from the back of Kade's throat. He had pulled away from Florian's mouth—his head dipped down so his forehead was now pressed against his shoulder—and Florian could see he was looking down to his waist, watching the hand move beneath his clothes.
“Fuck, Florian,” he panted, making him grin, as he pressed a kiss to Kade's neck and stroked him just a bit faster, reveling in the vulnerable, desperate sounds Kade made in response—knowing no one had ever heard him make those sounds before. But it didn't last long, just a few more strokes before Kade grabbed his wrist with one hand.
“Wait,” he gasped. “God, I'm already—I'm barely going to last. Fuck.”
The words went straight to the heat between his legs, as if he weren't already wet enough.
“Hurry up and fuck me, then,” he said, and Kade nodded. In an easy motion he pushed Florian onto his back and got on top of him.
He had spread his legs to accommodate the bigger man’s waist without even thinking about it, and from this close as Kade leaned down to kiss him, his pelvis pressed between Florian's legs; and Florian saw stars, pleasure shooting through him at the unexpected contact. He made a soft sound of bliss that was almost a whimper against Kade's lips, who seemed instantly aware of what he'd done and began to grind harder against him, making him gasp. Kade groaned—a hungry, needy sound—before pulling away to sit back on his knees, looking down at Florian pressed into his bed through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Come back,” Florian whined, but Kade's hand reached for his shirt, pushing it all the way up to his armpits to expose his bare skin. He gasped, Kade's mouth instantly on him, finding the spot just above his hip bone and swiping it with his tongue. He moved lazily up Florian's torso, kissing and licking and biting a slow trail from his hips, to his abs much softer than Kade's, then up along his ribs. When his lips found the thin scars on his chest, he kissed along the length of them; and although he could not feel it as acutely as he could his previous ministrations, Florian still let a soft, pleased sigh escape him.
Then his soft noise of pleasure became a yelp, as Kade's mouth went a little higher and surrounded his nipple, his tongue flicking against it.
“H-hey!” he exclaimed, nearly jumping in surprise; and obediently Kade pulled away, looking up at him.
“It’s bad?” he asked, his nervousness apparent in his voice despite the confidence all his movements had been suffused with so far.
“No,” Florian stammered, shaking his head. “I just—that startled me. Sorry.” He could feel his face flushed with heat—with desire. “Stop teasing me.”
“Not teasing,” Kade murmured, but he leaned forward to kiss Florian again all the same. “I just—you know. Psyching myself up.” A slight grin played on his face as he pulled away again, just enough to look down across Florian once more. “Look. You're blushing all the way down to your chest.”
Florian blushed even harder at that—he must have been a sight: his shirt pushed up all the way to his armpits, his lips swollen with kisses, and his face a burning red, spreading in blotches along his neck and across his collarbones, far enough down that it peeked through the bunched-up fabric of his shirt.
He didn't know what to say in response, so he moved his hands to start unbuttoning his pants instead. Kade's eyes followed the movement hungrily, and he leaned back to help him start pulling them off.
A knock at the door made them both leap, and Florian barely stifled a startled yelp.
“Kade?” Jerah's voice came from the other side of the door. “I was wondering if you've seen Florian? I can't find him anywhere.”
They both remained perfectly still for what felt like minutes, but must have been only seconds, then Kade looked at him, pressed a finger to his lips, and called out, “Just a moment.” He started to stand, pulling Florian up with him, and whispered in his ear, “Wait in the bathroom.” Florian nodded, stumbling toward the open bathroom door and leaving it open just enough to peek through. He watched Kade quickly retrieve his shirt from the floor and pull it back on, take a deep breath, run a hand through his hair, and open the door.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice perfectly even. “I was in the bathroom. You haven't seen him?”
“Ah, sorry to interrupt,” Jerah's voice came. Florian couldn't see him from this angle, but he sounded hurried and distracted—lucky for them, as he was positive Kade must still have had that same half-fucked expression on his face, and his lips swollen with kisses. “No, I didn't see him at breakfast, but he wasn't in his room when I checked. I was hoping maybe you'd seen him.”
“No, sorry,” Kade said, shaking his head. He hesitated for a moment before he offered, “I could help you look?”
“Sure,” Jerah said, and Florian had to press a hand to his mouth to mute his groan of disappointment. “The sooner I find him the better.”
“Let me put my shoes on,” Kade said, and closed the door behind him as he turned without waiting for Jerah to respond. He glanced over at the bathroom door, a tiny smirk twitching across his lips as he realized Florian was peeking through it.
“Wait a few minutes before you leave,” he muttered as he stepped up to the bathroom door. “And... Maybe come find us in the gardens.”
“Okay,” Florian sighed, but Kade had already stepped away, pulling a pair of shoes from underneath his wardrobe and slipping them on quickly. As he stepped toward the door once more, his eyes met Florian's briefly, and he paused as if he wanted to say more—though his expression at first looked as neutral as ever, there was a hint of disappointed frustration in the way Kade looked over in his direction before turning away again. He disappeared through the door, and Florian could just hear the echoes of voices and footsteps as they walked away.
He busied himself in the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair and unsuccessfully trying to smooth out the wrinkles that they had made in his shirt, before cautiously stepping back out into Kade's room, then out through the door. The hallway was empty, so he darted quickly back around the corner to his own room, changed his shirt and his underwear, then headed back out to find his father and Kade again.
