“I missed you, Orsen, and I realized I was being a fool. I’m glad you’ve agreed to talk to me.”
Orsen glanced at Santino, then leaned over and kissed his cheek. Santino looked at him, then moved closer. So close, and Orsen closed his eyes when their lips touched. He’d missed Santino’s touch. Missed his scent. When he felt Santino’s tongue trace his lips, he let it in, sliding his own along it. Moaning, he moved as close as he could, then shot back when he heard laughter outside the car.
“Let’s go home.” Santino smiled and drove out of the parking lot. Orsen didn’t say much on the drive home. His mind kept replaying what had happened, and he found he liked the fact Santino had come for him. It made him feel good inside, and he knew when they reached Santino’s that he’d kiss him and maybemore. No, there would be more, because he’d hated not being with Santino.
By the time they arrived at Santino’s, Orsen wanted to do nothing more than strip naked and fuck. He wanted to be jumped by Santino and ravished. Have Santino tear his clothes off, lick him all over, then fuck him into a coma, and now he knew what it meant when people said they couldn’t wait to be taken.
Following Santino into his house, he grabbed Santino by the arm. “I don’t want to talk yet.”
Santino stared at him for a few seconds, then the next thing Orsen knew, his back hit the door behind him and Santino’s mouth dominating him, owning him, and Orsen arched up, his fingers curling into Santino’s shirt. Two hands grabbed his ass and Orsen jumped up, wrapping his legs around Santino’s waist as the other man carried him into the bedroom.
The bed hit his back and seconds later Orsen lay naked with an equally naked Santino covering him. “I don’t want slow.”
Santino raised his head, his dark eyes staring into Orsen’s, and nodded. He reached over to the side and grabbed a condom and the lube and placed them on the bed. Orsen closed his eyes when Santino kissed him again and he arched up when Santino’s finger ran over his asshole. He wanted Santino inside him right that second, and he told Santino.
“Let me make sure you’re ready.” Orsen watched Santino grab the lube and pour some on his fingers. Spreading his legs wide, he bit his lip, then moaned when those lubed fingers ran over his hole.
“Santino,” he murmured, then groaned when a finger slid deep inside. Riding Santino’s finger, he gasped, then bowed when a second pushed in next to it. “Now. Please.”
“Orsen—”
“I’m good. Trust me.”
Santino nodded and grabbed the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on his dick. Orsen held his breath as Santino covered it in lube, then pushed out when Santino slid inside. Orsen felt it. The pressure, the stretch, but let the sensations wash over him. Pulling Santino down, he took his lips in a hot, wet, demanding kiss.
Santino moaned, his body shuddering as he covered Orsen, and Orsen wrapped his arms around him, moving with Santino as he thrust into his body. He’d been on edge since before they’d arrived at Santino’s, and it didn’t take long before Orsen felt his balls pull up. A tingling grew in his groin, spiraling out, then rushing over him. He cried out, his body arching, tensing, his heart pounding in his ears. Then everything disappeared.
When he opened his eyes, a soft smile graced his lips. Santino kissed his neck, his cheeks, his lips. “Does this mean I get another chance?” he whispered.
“Maybe.” Orsen moaned as they kissed. “More kisses like that and I could be persuaded to change my mind.”
“Hmm. How about more kisses then I can kiss you somewhere else?”
“Then we can have sex again?” Orsen lifted his head, sighing into their kiss. “I love you, and I want to be able to tell you without you being funny over my age.”
“I love you too, and I’m sorry. If and when I do it, call me out on it.”
“We can sit and talk, then have makeup sex.”
Santino raised his head, his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at Orsen. “We can.”
“Good. I think I’m ready for more kissing.” He arched an eyebrow, then squealed when Santino tickled him. “Hey!”
“I need another few minutes. Let’s make out, then I’ll rim you, which is what you really want.”
Nodding, Orsen pulled Santino down and kissed him. A few minutes later, he whispered, “I really do love you.”
“I love you too, and now…” Santino gave him a wicked grin, then moved down his body. The first touch of his tongue on Orsen’s ass had him moaning, and he pushed all thoughts to one side. They could talk later because right then Santino’s tongue was making Orsen fly.
He loved makeup sex.
Epilogue
One year later…
Santino stood outside their new house and admired it. Orsen had known what he wanted and followed it through to completion. Crompton limped past him, cane in hand. “Some doctors they were. Told me the operation would help.”
“Maybe if you followed their advice for aftercare…”
