“Pollo alla cacciatore. It’s a chicken stew dish. You fry the chicken, then let it stew in olive oil, tomatoes, and red wine. Add some seasoning, and it’s delicious.”
“That sounds really good.” Orsen’s stomach rumbled, and he chuckled, his cheeks pinking. “I think my stomach agrees.”
“Good. I made plenty along with some fresh crusty bread.”
“You made bread?”
“Sure. My mamma taught us all how to cook. I don’t do it as often as I used to with the hours I work, but I made it home early and wanted to cook this for you.”
“Wow,” Orsen breathed out the word, making Santino smile and kiss him.
“I can teach you.” Santino pulled a chair out for Orsen, then grabbed the stew from the stove. Orsen watched him lift the lid, then inhaled. “Well?”
“It looks so good.”
“Let’s dig in, then.” Santino carried everything else over, then watched Orsen take his first bite. His eyes went wide, and he moaned as they fluttered close. “So good,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food.
Chuckling, Santino ate his own meal, making sure Orsen had some of the freshly made bread. When Orsen went for seconds, a smile split Santino’s face. Nothing made him feel better than knowing he was providing for his man. His man. Hmm. Yes, Orsen was a man, and he was Santino’s, but he still had a small niggling doubt because of their age gap. One he fully intended to ignore right then.
Once the food had been eaten and the leftovers put in the fridge, Santino sat with Orsen on the sofa, kissing. Orsenmoaned as he moved over Santino, rocking on him. Santino held Orsen’s hips, feeling them move, feeling Orsen’s erection against his own. Palming it, he rubbed the rigid length, feeling it jerk under his touch.
“Santino.”
“Tell me what you want, Orsen.” Santino kissed along Orsen’s jaw, sucked on the skin on his neck. “Tell me.”
“I want to be naked with you. I want to touch you.” Orsen sat back and pulled his T-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Santino ran his hands over Orsen’s chest, feeling soft skin and firm muscles move beneath his hands. Bigger muscles that had Santino running his nails down Orsen’s body. Orsen shuddered, his body arching into Santino’s touch.
Santino urged Orsen to stand, then watched his face as he stripped naked. Orsen’s breathing picked up, a flush covering his skin. When Santino stood naked, he took Orsen’s hand and placed it on his dick. Orsen’s fingers slid over it, his other hand sliding over Santino’s chest.
“I can touch you like this,” he murmured.
“Yes, you can. Let’s go to bed and you can do what you want to me.”
Orsen smiled, then slid his hand into Santino’s. Santino walked into his bedroom, then let go of Orsen’s hand and lay on his back on the bed. Orsen stripped, then straddled him, his hands sliding over Santino’s chest, his fingers tugging the dark hair on Santino’s chest.
When he leaned down for a kiss, Santino gave him one, his hands moving on Orsen’s hips, holding him as Orsen rocked. The slow back-and-forth movement had Santino hard and aching, but he wanted Orsen to move at his own pace. He wanted Orsen to touch him and learn what made him moan.
Kissing him again, Orsen whimpered, his hips moving faster. “Santino.” He lifted his head, licked his lips, then bent, takingone of Santino’s nipples into his mouth. Sucking it, he tugged the other one. “Is this okay?”
Swallowing, Santino groaned. “Yes. Don’t stop. Do what you want. I’m yours.”
A gust of air over Santino’s nipple had him gasping, then Orsen looked up at him and softly bit the hard nub. Santino groaned, his body shuddering. When Orsen moved to the other nipple, Santino tunnelled his fingers through Orsen’s hair, holding him in place. Orsen moved between his nipples, licking, sucking, biting, then he kissed down Santino’s chest, licking and sucking at his skin until Santino groaned, his fingers tugging Orsen’s hair.
“Shit, Orsen. Don’t stop.”
When Orsen reached for his dick, he paused. Santino smiled down at him, letting him do what he wanted in his own time. When his wet pink tongue sneaked out and licked the head, Santino shook. More soft licks followed before Orsen’s mouth slid over it, and Santino groaned as wet heat covered him.
Again, Orsen took his time, his tongue sliding over the head. “There’s a sensitive spot beneath the head. Rub it with your tongue.” Orsen’s tongue moved over and around the head until Santino said, “There. That’s it.” Orsen rubbed it again, making Santino moan. “Play with my balls. Roll them with your fingers. Tug the skin.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah. I love having my balls played with.”
Orsen went back to sucking Santino’s dick, his fingers running over Santino’s nuts, tugging on them. Santino’s hips moved on the bed, fighting his need to push into Orsen’s mouth and make him take more.
Bobbing his head, Orsen took more of Santino’s cock into his mouth, and Santino couldn’t tear his eyes away. The way Orsen’s lips stretched around his dick, the way his fingers tugged on hisballs. He looked up, their eyes catching and holding, and Santino held his breath when his balls tightened. “Orsen.”
Orsen moaned and closed his eyes. When Santino came, Orsen trembled and swallowed every pulse. Santino palmed Orsen’s cheek, feeling him swallow, and he groaned loudly, watching Orsen’s throat move.
