“I want to feel your cum inside me… or over me!”
“Not inside you. We should—”
“It’s OK, I’m on Prep.”
“Even so, we shouldn’t…” He trailed off as his concentration went back to his dick. “I’m nearly…”
“Come on my body, Kim, please!”
Kim pulled out and stripped off the condom, throwing it to the floor. Dídac opened his legs, so that Kim was kneeling between them once more. Dídac’s hand was now working hard on his dick, and he looked up at Kim towering over him, as at his god. He raised his feet and linked them behind Kim’s hips as the director leaned forward, supporting himself on one arm while he worked his cock with the otherhand. Dídac gazed up into those clear, ice-blue eyes, which were drilling him with their usual intensity. Kim was panting, then his body jerked… once, twice…
“Here I…”
“Give it to me, Kim! I want your cum!”
Kim arched his back as his whole body was wracked by one violent spasm, all the while his hand working up and down his dick. Then one huge drop shot out to land right in the center of Dídac’s chest, among the dense mat of curls just below Dídac’s pecs. Then a second spasm, and another glob hit Dídac’s cheek, just where his beard began, and more droplets showered Dídac’s rapidly pumping arm and belly.
“Uh, thank you, Kim, that’s so…”
But Dídac’s words were lost as his body arched as well. His dick pointing straight up, the first droplet hit Kim’s panting belly, before running down into his pubic hair. Then came the main force of his ejaculation and a sprinkle of semen splattered his own belly and chest. Kim dropped onto Dídac, pinning him with his weight, as their lips locked again in a fierce kiss. Kim’s fingers were in Dídac’s hair, caressing his scalp through the tight curls. Dídac’s hands ran up and down Kim’s back, from his buttocks to the nape of his neck. Their semen mixed together, mashed between their sweaty bodies, while their tongues licked the sweat from each other’s faces and necks. Kim licked up the drop of semen that had landed on Dídac’s cheek and kissed him, their tongues sharing the sweet and salty taste between them.
“Yours or mine?” Kim chuckled.
“Yours, I think,” Dídac laughed. “Mine perhaps has a hint more garlic?”
“Garlic? Garlic-tasting cum? Never heard of that before.”
“Well, stay longer in Catalonia. There’s plenty more stuff to discover.”
For a moment Kim’s face clouded, as he was brought back to his obligations.
“I wish.” He paused. “Let’s just focus on tonight for now.”
“Yeah, of course.” Dídac felt flustered. “I didn’t mean…”
“I know you didn’t. Shush. Let’s just be here, now.”
He dropped his head onto Dídac’s shoulder. But something had changed—the mood had altered. He rolled onto his side and swept Dídac into his arms in a tight hug. Again they kissed, trying to silence unwelcome thoughts with passionate activity. For a long time they kissed, gradually becoming softer and gentler with each other, exploring the contours of each other’s faces with light kisses on brow, cheekbone, jawline, nose, corner of the mouth, upper lip, throat, chin, earlobe… anywhere their lips had not yet touched.
But finally reality forced its gentle yet insistent way into their thoughts. After Kim had been silent and still for a few minutes, Dídac asked:
“What are you thinking about?”
“Rehearsal, tomorrow morning.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t want to break this moment.”
“No, I get you. I’ll go.”
“No, stay. I want to sleep with you.”
“No, another night. I need to feed Dragon… my cat. And I need to prepare for rehearsal.”
“Yes, me too. But I wish we could—”
“No.” Dídac sat up. “We’re professionals. We have a job to do. Let’s do it. We’ll have other moments… I mean… if you want to?”
