“Korban,” I said hoarsely. Needing to see his beautiful face, I gathered all my strength and flipped onto my back.
Immediately, he moved up until we were eye-to-eye and then he peppered kisses all over my face, caressed me, and gazed at me with heat and joy and affection. I felt cherished. There was no other way to describe it.
“You taste so good,” he said.
Though I couldn’t form words, I communicated by reaching between us and gently running my fingers over his shaft. He was still hard and I wanted to satisfy him.
“I’m not done,” he explained. After taking another kiss that left my lungs heaving, he scooted down my body and began playing with my balls.
With any other person, I surely wouldn’t have allowed access to the most vulnerable part of my body, but when Korban cupped me in his warm hand, I simply spread my legs farther and sighed in pleasure.
“You’re beautiful, Samuel,” he whispered. “Every part of you.” Gently, he moved his thumb back and forth over the top of my testicles while at the same time he lifted them and pressed his fingertips against my perineum. “Do you know that I’ve never seen anyone with cheekbones like yours? I searched. Really. I’d see you and notice how sharp and high they are, and then for years after, I’d stare at every new person who crossed my path, looking to see if they had those defined cheekbones, but nobody ever did.
“And your eyes.” He groaned, lowered his face to my groin, and licked my sac. “You’re so cool, so calm, so fierce. Nothing riles you up, so it’s impossible to know how you’re feeling. But when I watched really close, I started noticing things.” He mouthed one testicle, closing and opening his lips over it. “When you’re upset, your eyes get so light, the green bleeds out of them until they look silver.” He moved to the other testicle and took it between his lips, suckling gently. “And when you’re happy, the green darkens to the shade of spring grass.” He looked at me from between my legs. “Like now.” With his gaze locked on mine, he swiped his tongue up my shaft and then circled it around my glans. “You’re happy, right?”
I nodded, swallowed hard, and said, “Yes.”
“Good.” He graced me with one of his smiles, a serene one, and rubbed his cheek down the length of my shaft. “Mmm,” he moaned, his eyes drooping shut as he continued to slide my cock all over his face.
I gasped and bucked at the eroticism of his action. “Korban.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Uh-huh.”
“Can you… will you…?” I bit my lower lip.
“Say it, honey. Say what you want from me. I’ll give it to you. Always.”
“Suck me,” I whispered.
He smiled, his eyes bright. “With pleasure.”
After dragging his lips up the length of my dick, he swirled his tongue on my heated skin. When he got to the crown, he parted his lips and dropped down, taking me in.
“Oh!” I cried out at the sensation of wet suction. “Oh!”
Rumbling happily, he sucked me further inside, tightened his lips around me, and then slid up before sucking me down again. He clutched my hips tightly, holding me in place as he made me soar. I placed my palms on his head and held on as he bobbed up and down. All the while, our gazes remained locked together, elevating the intimacy of the moment almost unbearably.
I felt completely exposed, like those blue eyes were peering into my head, into my soul, like he could see everything. Still, I couldn’t look away, couldn’t break the connection; I didn’t want to. Korban could have any part of me.
“I want to be inside you,” he said as he swiped his tongue down the length of my erection. “I want to feel you all around me.” He nuzzled my testicles.
“Yes,” I said quietly, desperately wanting the same thing.
“Hand me that lotion.” He tipped his forehead toward the nightstand, and I turned to find a bottle of lotion I normally kept in my bathroom. I was meticulous about maintaining everything in its place, so I was thrown off for a moment. “I brought it in,” Korban said, apparently sensing my confusion. “It’ll make everything smoother and more comfortable.”
While he spoke, he rubbed his fingertip around my puckered skin, exerting a hint of pressure. Wanting more, I grabbed the lotion and handed it to him.
“Thanks, honey.” Keeping his finger in place, he dipped his face and ran his tongue around the outside of my hole.
“Korban,” I moaned. “Feels good.”
Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. When he opened them again, his lips tilted upward. “Always,” he promised. After kissing my thigh, he sat up on his heels, reached for a pillow, and then stuffed it under my backside, elevating my hips. “I want to see your face while we do this.” He dragged one hand up my belly and chest. “I want to kiss you when I’m inside.”
Everything about the moment was tender and intimate—his quiet voice, the warmth of this touch, the reverence in his expression. There could be no doubt that I mattered to Korban, and I realized for the first time that the way he had looked at me over the years was exactly the same. I hadn’t recognized it for what it was, so it had confused me, put me off-balance, but now that I felt his affection, I understood it and I wanted more.
“Will you kiss me now?” I asked.
Without hesitation, he slid up my body, tangled his left hand in my hair, and lowered his lips over mine. The kisses were soft, our lips brushing, his tongue tracing my mouth. And while we moved our mouths together, he probed me with slick fingers, rubbing, circling, and eventually pushing cool lotion inside my passage. I moaned at his touch and spread my legs wider. Taking my invitation, Korban slowly but steadily pushed his finger into my hole.
