Lemonwarning.
Christian was home alone, just like every night. He had a drink in hand, the large mug filled to the brim with amber liquid, the froth at least a half inch from the beer to the actual rim of the cup. His eyes glazed as he stared at the TV screen, a gory movie playing, but he wasn't paying too much attention. He hated being home alone at night. It reminded him of a far off time when no one would ever come home to see him.
Flavio was out. Like every night, and he probably wouldn't be home for hours longer. Having sex, dancing, partying. Christian wasn't about that, since he tended to be quite introverted.
The front door swung open and in less than a minute, a slightly tipsy Flavio collapsed onto the Dane's lap. Christian immediately set down his large mug of beer, arms wrapping around the Italian.
"Christy~! Did you miss me? I decided to be nice and come spend the night with you!" The peppy voice that had helped heal the icey heart that was Christian was slightly purring and those lips that the Dane adored to kiss were against his earlobe, stopping all thought processes that Chris had.
Hands began to roam over his chest, lips pushing against his neck and collar. Flavio didn't know where Chris' soft spot was, since this was a rare occasion. The Italian took every minute he had, since thiswas usually stopped by now. Chris sat there for a moment before flipping them over and pinning Flavio's hands above his head. If this was going to happen, it was going to go the way he wanted. Never again would he bottom, not like the first time. Tonight, he needed this. Rarely getting like this was his specialty, since he tended to stray away from sexual advances. He just didn't find it interesting, even though the softer, sweeter side of him insisted that sex was supposed to be a special time, and it shouldn't just be sex. It would be making love. That's why the fashionable little Italian had been his first.
Flavio's eyes widened before his eyelids fell and he gazed at Christian with a heavy glance. In a fluid movement, he'd leaned up enough to capture their lips in a steaming kiss. Flav loved these lips, this hand that was now tugging at his scarf. These arms that were supporting him as they kissed, this tongue that was plundering his mouth and those teeth, claiming all of his skin. Those hands he adored began to unbutton the dress shirt, but then grew too lazy, and just ripped it apart. Buttons scattered everywhere but Flavio was too far gone to care. He could feel heat traveling past his navel and his hands shook lightly.
Having sex almost every day kept him from usually feeling this. But every time he and Chris did this, he felt so hot. So loved, from those cerulean eyes that gazed over his tanned skin. No one else in the world looked at him like this, and its one of the reasons he kept coming back every night. He wanted to be the first thing the Dane would see in the morning. He wanted to keep him happy, his big lunar block of ice.
His thoughts were cut off quickly at those teeth sinking into his sensitive spot of his neck. A choked moan escaped his lips and he tried very hard to strangle his hands out of the grip that only one of Christian's hands were holding. He was so strong; another thing Flavio loved. He could protect the Italian from anything. Then that hand moved, and Flav set to work peeling off the tight shirt that Chris had on.
Soon it joined the pile of scattered buttons and a scarf, soon having Flavio's shoes and socks join them. With a grunt, Christian decided this loveseat was much too small for their bodies. So he shoved Flavio onto the floor and climbed over him, pinning his hands up again. His normally impassive lips were bruised and pulled into a smirk, and he reached over to grab the scarf, tying Flavio's hands to the leg of the couch.
"So hot." Chris purred and quickly pulled himself into a sitting position between Flavio's legs. Hands quickly began to undo the dressy pants he wore, and those soon added to the growing pile of unneeded clothing. The Italian, much to the Dane's surprise, was commando. He immediately felt his face flush and heat quickly rushed down to his own growing bulge.
