“I like the sound of your mom.” Orsen giggled when Santino arched an eyebrow at him. “She sounds fierce and strong and protective.” His smile fell, so Santino placed the lasagne on the table, and then crouched next to Orsen. “I’m okay.” Orsen touched his face.
“My mamma will love you once she gets used to the idea of us dating. She’ll think I’m taking advantage.”
“Really? Should I tell her you wouldn’t do anything?”
“Oh, God no. Don’t even mention that. I’m still a virgin, according to her, and she’s met one of my previous partners.”
Smiling, Orsen leaned down and pecked Santino on the lips. “As long as she’s nice.”
Santino brushed Orsen’s hair from his forehead. “She’ll love you.” Standing, Santino grabbed the salad bowl and put it on the table, then sat. “Eat up. I have plans for you later.”
“Oh!” Orsen’s lips parted, a flush covering his cheeks. Santino talked about what he’d been up to in the city and Orsen told him about his new friends. Santino agreed he needed more friends his own age. Now he’d decided to go back to school, he knew Orsen would make more. Once he overcame his shyness, Orsen was funny and kind.
After they’d finished eating, Santino cleared the table while Orsen picked a movie for them to watch. Or make out to. Going by the looks Orsen had been giving him, Santino knew how the rest of their evening would go.
“Anything worth watching?” Santino asked as he walked into the living room.
“Do you want crime or horror?” Orsen held up two movies he’d selected.
“Aliens. I love the first two movies in the series. The rest… well, not so much.”
“Why DVDs?”
“I bought them, so I’m going to use them. I do have them online as well, but there’s something about putting the disc in then hearing it spin. My parents still have VHS.”
Orsen looked at him, a frown on his face. “What’s that?”
“A tape.” Santino pulled his phone out, found an image, and showed Orsen. “I might have a couple stashed away somewhere. I’ll show you sometime.”
“Hmm. I can see why they got replaced. They’d get damaged easily.” Orsen pointed at the picture. “The tape looks like it would break.”
“Yeah, they can be damaged. Ready for the movie?”
Orsen sat on the sofa and nodded. Santino set it up, and they cuddled as the movie played. At some point, Orsen lifted his head for a kiss and Santino gave him one, then another. When Orsen moved closer, Santino helped him straddle his legs, his hands sliding over Orsen’s back. Orsen moaned, then pulled his T-shirt off. He ducked his head as he ran a hand over Santino’s chest before tugging on the hem. Santino leaned forward, grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it off, then pulled Orsen close so their chests rubbed together.
Moaning, Orsen rocked on Santino as Santino held Orsen’s ass, moving with him. Orsen shivered, his tongue tangling with Santino’s, his hands touching Santino’s chest. “My nipples, Orsen. Touch them. Tug on them.”
Orsen bit his wet lip, then rubbed a thumb over one. Santino moaned when Orsen did it again, then groaned when Orsen bent down and licked it. “Yes,” he hissed. “Like that.” As Orsen licked his nipple, Santino rubbed Orsen’s, tugging on the hard nub, causing Orsen to gasp and moan.
Orsen lifted his head, his pupils blown, and he slid off Santino’s legs, his shaky hands reaching for Santino’s zipper. Santino stopped him by holding his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Orsen stared up at him. “Please,” he whispered huskily. “I want to.”
Santino stared at him for a few seconds, then let go of Orsen’s hands and watched him undo the button, then pull the zipper down. When Orsen tugged at his jeans, Santino lifted his hips,watching Orsen stare at his dick as he pulled Santino’s jeans and briefs down. “Oh.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” Orsen licked his lips, then ran his finger over the pre-come coating the head. He leaned closer, licked over the spongy head, and Santino groaned. So soft and tentative, it inflamed Santino, and he fought back the urge to take Orsen the way he wanted. He had to remember Orsen was new to this, and Santino needed to let Orsen take things at his own pace without jumping in with both feet.
More soft licks and slow strokes had Santino trying not to reach out and grab Orsen, directing him where he wanted. God, he wanted to fuck his mouth, but he held back, groaning when Orsen sucked the head before taking more of Santino’s cock into his mouth.
Struggling to keep his hips from thrusting up, Santino gripped the sofa, gasping when Orsen pulled off. “Is this okay?”
Santino reached out and stroked Orsen’s cheek. “You’re doing great. When you pull up, keep your lips tight around my dick. Makes it feel so much better.”
Orsen licked his lips, nodded, then sucked Santino’s dick back into his mouth, his tongue running around the head. He bobbed his head, keeping the seal tight like Santino had told him, and Santino groaned loudly. “Shit, Orsen. So good.”
Orsen hummed and Santino moaned, his fingers tunnelling into Orsen’s hair, holding him but not forcing him. Orsen hummed again, then licked and sucked, and Santino could feel his balls pull up. “Close, Orsen.”
Orsen looked up at him as he licked the head, then sank back down again and resumed bobbing his head. Santino growled, fingers tightening in Orsen’s hair, his orgasm taking him by surprise. “Orsen!” Thrusting up, Santino tried to keep control, but he failed when he heard Orsen cough. Once he’d finishedcoming, he slumped back on the sofa, and gasped, “Sorry. I didn’t mean…”
