Santino shook his head at his own behavior. Orsen was eighteen now, and in some ways still a child, but he made Santino stop and stare. He was beautiful, and Santino shouldn’t want him, but he did, and it appeared Orsen wanted him in return as well.
Well, he knew Orsen wanted him. Orsen hadn’t shied away from that fact, but tonight, after they’d eaten, Santino would give Orsen the kisses he wanted, and he wouldn’t feel any guilt in doing so.
Showered and dressed in clothes that he hadn’t spent hours sweating in, Santino placed the order that had just been delivered in the oven and waited for Orsen to arrive. His stomach fluttered, and he chuckled as he wiped his clammy palms on his jeans. Feeling nervous at his age. Charlie came in and lay by the side of the sofa, panting softly, a toy in his mouth.
The doorbell rang and Santino opened it, seeing Orsen standing there with a smile on his face. “Come in. You’re right on time. Our order arrived a few minutes ago and don’t say anything. I have nothing in the fridge, so I ordered takeout.”
“What kind?” Orsen stepped inside, then stood still as Santino closed the door. He played with Charlie when he came over to say hello.
“Mexican.”
“Oh, I’ve never eaten that before.” Orsen grinned, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Santino on the lips. “I can do that now.”
Santino breathed deeply and nodded. “You can.”
Orsen stepped closer, his hands touching Santino’s sides. Santino could feel the slight tremor in them and placed his own over them. Orsen tilted his head up and Santino bent down, capturing Orsen’s lips with his own. Orsen shuddered, a soft moan escaping as Santino licked his lips, then slipped his tongue inside.
Orsen whimpered, moved closer, his tongue touching Santino’s, then moving back before touching it again. Santino knew this was Orsen’s first proper kiss and took his time showing Orsen how to do it. Orsen turned out to be a quick learner, and soon they were kissing, tongues sliding together.
Orsen’s hands slid around to grab the shirt on Santino’s back, and Santino reached up to hold Orsen’s face. Orsen moaned again, his tongue sliding against Santino’s, and Santino could feel his body respond. He grew erect, and he pulled Orsen close, feeling how their kiss affected him. Orsen trembled, pushing his hips against Santino’s, and Santino growled softly, one hand grabbing Orsen’s ass as he moved with him.
Orsen broke the kiss and looked up at him, panting, his eyes wide. He didn’t stop moving and Santino pushed his fingers into Orsen’s hair, keeping him in position, watching his cheeks flush. Orsen moaned and whimpered, his eyes sliding closed, then he jerked and shuddered, his mouth falling open. Santino held him, stroked a hand over his hair until Orsen fell limp against him.
Moving him over to the sofa, he sat with Orsen curled up to his side, stroking his fingers over Orsen’s damp skin. “Sorry.” The word was so softly spoken, Santino only just heard it.
“I loved watching you.” Orsen lifted his head, his eyebrows arched up. “I did. You look amazing when you come, but I think you need to go to the bathroom to clean up. Dried come is horrible and itchy. While you get ready, I’ll put the food on the table.” Santino kissed Orsen’s soft plump lips, then helped him up. “Go on. It’ll be ready by the time you come out. And Orsen?” Orsen looked back at him, his face almost hidden. “I want to see it again.”
Orsen gasped, then smiled. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, and you’ll understand when you see me come.”
Orsen blinked, his mouth forming a small O, then darted into the bathroom.
Santino smiled to himself as he took the food out and served it on several plates so they could pick and choose what they wanted. Charlie stood by with a hopeful expression on his face. Santino pointed to the door, and Charlie’s tail dropped as he left.By the time Orsen walked in, the table was set and a present sat on Orsen’s chair.
Seeing it, Orsen looked up at Santino, who nodded, then picked it up and sat with it on his knees. Santino watched him carefully open the paper, then put it to one side. He lifted the lid and gasped, looking at Santino, then back to his gift. “This is for me?”
“It is. I hope I got the size correct.” Orsen put the box on the floor, then stood and put on the black leather jacket Santino had bought him. He ran his hands over it, then looked at Santino and back down to the jacket. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve never had anything like this before. I’m worried I’ll damage it.”
“It’s leather. It can take a lot.”
“Thank you.” Orsen breathed the word, still running over the jacket. “I don’t want to take it off.”
“You don’t have to. Sit and eat with it on if you want to.”
“Thank you.” Orsen came around the table and kissed him, then smiled and kissed him again.
“Eat your food, Orsen. We can talk about us after.”
“And other things?” Orsen glanced up at him from under his lashes.
“Yes.” Santino answered without hesitation. Having spent the last few days away from Orsen, and after his trip to a club, he knew he wanted to be with the young man. Their relationship would progress slowly. Orsen had never been in a relationship before, hadn’t done anything before, and Santino didn’t want to overwhelm him. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to kiss and touch Orsen. He did. He wanted to strip him naked, but Orsen wasn’t ready for that. But he would be one day, and Santino wanted to be the one who gave him the pleasure he deserved.
After they finished eating and they’d tidied up, Santino sat Orsen down. “I have to be honest with you.”
“Okay?” Orsen frowned. “What is it?”
