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I gaped at him as we crossed the front hall to the stairs and headed up. “You are such a whore,” I said, shaking my head.
Hayk laughed. It was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
True to both of our words, we were so wrung out by the time we reached our guestroom, washed and used the toilet, and dragged ourselves into bed that any sort of fucking would have been impossible.
We did something even better, though. Hayk flopped to his back, nestling into the impossibly soft bedding, and I draped myself over him, entwining our bodies together. The night was just cold enough to make our shared warmth cozy, and within minutes, even though I intended to say something sweet and beautiful to Hayk before succumbing, I fell asleep.
We both slept so hard that when we woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. I was still tired, but not in the way I had been for the past week. Or the past two months. Or maybe even the past two years. I could tell from the way his chest rose and fell that Hayk was awake, but he hadn’t made any effort to move or push me off him. That in itself warmed my heart.
“Good morning,” I mumbled when I finally found the will to move. I shifted so I could look into his eyes, though I kept as much of my body in contact with his as I could.
“Good morning yourself,” Hayk told me in return with the sweetest, hungriest smile I’d ever seen.
I had to kiss him. Even though we both probably had morning breath and were a little bit muggy from sleep. I had to press my lips to his and linger there, not desperate for more—yet—and not with fear motivating me. I just wanted to kiss him because he was there and I could.
Hayk hummed deep in his throat and rolled to his side, pulling me against him for a deeper kiss. His body felt wonderful plastered to mine, and his hands sent shivers down my spine as they roved my sides and as one hand slid down to grasp my ass.
I did, however, draw the line at passionate kissing with morning breath.
“Toilet, teeth, and a quick scrub, and then how about we make better use of this amazing bed, since it might be—” I stopped myself halfway through sitting up at the horror of the thought I’d been about to voice.
Hayk sat up with me and slid his arm around me, resting his head against mine for a moment. “Since it might be the last time we get to make use of it,” he finished my thought.
I turned to look at him, my heart hurting. “But it won’t be the last time for us,” I said, mostly to reassure myself.
Hayk smiled lazily at me, then kissed my cheek. “It absolutely will not be the last time,” he said, then sobered up a little to add, “But I have to go back to Master Daron’s. Today. As soon as possible, really, since Billie and I weren’t supposed to stay out overnight.”
“You’re only a little late,” I reasoned, breaking away from Hayk and crawling out of bed to head to the washroom. “And Lefric paid him a lot of money yesterday. He won’t hold being a little late against you, will he?”
Hayk got out of bed and followed me to the washroom with a shrug. “It’s hard to tell. It depends on how busy the brothel was last night. We do the majority of our expensive business at night, as you might imagine.”
I hated the way Hayk talked about fucking with other men for money as if it was ordinary. Yes, for him it was, but the idea still made my skin crawl.
We used the washroom, cleaning up as best we could, then headed back to bed. But even once we were there, Hayk above me, my legs wrapped around his waist as we made the most of our minty breath to kiss and to take turns thrusting our tongues into each other’s mouths, I couldn’t shake the grief that wormed its way into my pleasure.
“Stop thinking about it,” Hayk told me, balancing above me so he could stare down at me with one eyebrow raised scoldingly. “You’re going to ruin what you have right now if you dwell on unhappypossibilitiesfor the future.” His emphasis of the word “possibilities” gave me hope, as if nothing were a given.
“I don’t want to think about anything but you,” I said, brushing my hands up his sides, then slipping in to fondle his nipples. I glanced down guiltily for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “I can’t help but think about you with other men, though.”
Hayk let out a sad, impatient sigh. “It’s really nothing, Anton, I swear.” He kissed me as if to prove a point. “It’s a job, a responsibility. It doesn’t touch my heart the way you do.”
He kissed me again, and every part of me responded. His words were so beautiful. They made everything better…and they made everything so much worse.
I reached between us to take both of our cocks in my hand as we continued to kiss. Hayk made irresistible sounds of need as I stroked, rolling my palm over both of our heads and using the copious amount of pre-cum we were both producing to ease things. I wanted so much more from him, and not just his cock inside me, or mine inside of him. I wanted our two souls to be inside each other, and I felt like it could happen, but so many things stood between us.
“Don’t think about it,” Hayk told me again, laughing with his impatience this time. “Just think about bringing me off. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it, Anton Fuck Me?”
I smiled at his pet name for me, moving my free hand to the back of his head to yank him down for another kiss. He continued to laugh as our mouths smashed together, tongues fighting for the upper hand, lips teasing. I was miserable with anxiety for our future, but that didn’t stop me from laughing into his mouth.
Laughing with my lover. It was just what Hayk had guessed I dreamed of when he had first met me…a scant twenty-four hours before. And now, here I was, doing exactly that. And he was right. It was heaven, and I never wanted it to end.
“That’s better,” Hayk said, breaking our kiss so he could shimmy his way down, kissing my chest and stomach and then skipping to kiss my balls. “That’s what I want to hear more of. Everything will be alright, Anton, I’m sure.”
I opened my mouth to protest, because of course I did, but the only sound that came out was a loud moan of pleasure as Hayk sucked my cock deep into his throat. He did it with such a swift and sure gesture that it nearly had me coming right away. He pulled back to give me some time to recover from the pleasurable shock, keeping just my head in his mouth.
When I took a breath, he started lavishing my cockhead with his tongue, sliding it all around and against the slit until I was writhing and making ridiculous sounds of want. It was no secret to me why and how he knew to judge my level of pleasure perfectly. He was an expert at the art of knowing when to swallow deeply, when to suck, when to let himself gag, and when to pull back and just kiss or lick. And in that moment, I didn’t care how he’d attained that knowledge, I just wanted him to use it.
But even I could only take it for so long.
