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I heard myself whimper slightly as Taavi’s fingers undid my braid and fisted in the back of my hair, pulling my head back so he could run his tongue around my ear, suckle at the spot behind my jawbone, and nuzzle along the side of my neck. My hands ran down his back, feeling the ripple of muscles and ribs under his t-shirt as I pulled him tight against me, heat pooling low in my stomach and groin.
His face tucked against the side of my throat, his breath warm on my skin, as he licked, then gently nipped, and my fingers made fists in the loose cotton on his back.
I wanted—needed—to feel him, so I pushed my hands up under the hem of his shirt, my palms spreading against his hot skin. He let out a soft growl and leaned back, tugging his shirt over his head, sparing a soft curse in Spanish as it caught on the brace on his arm.
And then his hands were back in my hair, his lips on mine, and I mumbled something likeOh, God, your skininto the heat of his mouth.
He pulled back just far enough that he could start undoing the buttons of my shirt, our foreheads pressed together, both of us out of breath as he worked the infuriatingly tiny buttons through their holes.
I helped, starting at the bottom so that we could meet in the middle, and I let him push it off me, turning the sleeves inside out as he yanked the fabric off my arm.
Then he was back, the heat of his bare chest so much hotter than mine, his mouth warm and wet and insistent, the bulge in his jeans pressing against my stomach.
Taavi growled again, then pushed himself off my lap to strip off his jeans—sans underwear, which was his preference. I had no complaints, since that meant that I got access to some of my favorite parts of him that much faster.
Parts like the ones that were now on display and available to touch—his dusky cock rising up from between his legs, thick and rigid, and the curve of hips and ass that fit perfectly in my hands. I reached around and pulled him back onto the futon, his knees once more straddling my thighs.
His fingers tugged impatiently at the button of my fly, and I reluctantly let go of him so that he could remove my pants and boxer briefs. Then I pulled him back, moaning softly at the feeling of his bare erection up against my stomach, my own pressing up against the soft bulge at the base of his cock.
He growled again, nuzzling against the side of my neck. “Bed. Now,” he ordered.
I was glad that my elven strength made it so that I could easily pick him up and carry him across the tiny apartment, his legs hooked around my waist.
I half-dropped him on the bed, his legs pulling me down on top of him, my hair hanging around us as Taavi sat up to capture my lips with his. His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer, his mouth plundering mine, the heat of his body pressed against me, our hips and cocks rocking together as I rested my elbows on either side of his head.
“God, Taavi…” I breathed as he released my mouth to kiss across my jaw, his heels sliding up the backs of my thighs to pull me closer.
“Val—I need—feel you—inside me,” he gasped out between kisses, his lips shiny and swollen with them.
I groaned, unable to come up with anything more eloquent.
I pushed myself up so that I could grab the lube and a condom out of the bedside drawer, resting back on my knees so that I could slick my fingers.
I paused, looking down at him, the breath catching in my throat.
His pupils had blown wide, dark pools in his mismatched eyes, his gaze lidded and intense as he watched me. I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, the coppery-tan of his skin stretched over ribs, the hollows at his throat and collarbones and hips, the stark blackness of the Maya tattoo spreading across his chest, the sharp angles of joints and sinews…
Fucking hell, he was beautiful.
I ran my dry hand up the outside of his thigh, bending so that I could brush my lips against the inside of his knee, distracting him from what my other hand was about to do.
He threw back his head, closing his eyes with a moan as I eased a finger inside the heat of his body, swallowing a whimper of my own as his muscles tightened around my knuckle.
“Fuck, Taavi,” I breathed into his skin, slowly easing my finger in and out of his body, working against the tightness of his muscle.
I got another moan in response, and the sound went straight to my balls.
“Val—Dios—please—” The words came out as a pant, causing heat to coil in my groin, my cock painfully hard as he writhed against my hand.
I eased in a second digit, licking my lips as sweat beaded on his forehead, precum leaking from his swollen cock as I fucked him with my fingers, my other hand gripping his outer thigh to keep from touching myself and ruining the whole thing by coming apart before I even had the chance to get inside him.
“Val,fuck mealready.”
I groaned again, sliding my fingers out of his heat to roll on the condom and slick myself, closing my eyes so that the feel of latex and my own hand didn’t set me off.
And then I leaned over him, his legs drawn up and his heels pressing on the outside of my hips, pulling my body into his as I gasped at the heat and pressure, using every ounce of willpower I had not to slam into him, chasing my own lust.
“Val.” He pushed his hips upwards, taking all of me.
