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Everything will change from here, get your snacks and enjoy 🔞🔞
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The private plane the Suppapong couple was on, was ten minutes away from landing. Perth looked out the window and fell in love with the place immediately. He looked in awe and didn't even try to hide his amazement. Everything about Santorini seemed perfect. The sea was amazing and reflected the sun rays just perfectly. The little white houses and villas contrasted it's dark blue color.
Perth turned his face from the window and checked his husband. Saint was scrolling through his phone looking very concentrated. When Perth heard about "their honeymoon" he at first had wanted to refuse, but Saint had insisted that his parents wanted them to have one so they were obliged to go.
Saint had been colder the past two days. Not talking and dismissing Perth entirely. Just when Perth had thought things would get better, Saint had become once again distant. Perth was confused why Saint had changed again. The little moment they had in the board room two days ago had meant so much to the lad. He had thought him and Saint could be at least friends and not fight any longer.
It seemed that Perth had been wrong.
"Listen," Saint's voice caught his attention, "While we're here, you don't know me and I don't know you. Each on their own way, okay?"
Perth didn't let the words get to him as he had done too many times before and managed to keep a blank face. "As you wish." He simply responded.
Seeming as Saint had said what he wanted, as soon as the plane landed Perth got out first and took in the miracle that was in front of him. Slowly but excited he climbed down the steps and greeted the personal driver that Saint's dad had supposedly hired.
The couple entered the limousine and not a single word was spoken during their two hour drive. Perth didn't mind it much. He kept looking through the window wishing he had a photographic memory and take it all in.
The car got on a ferry and soon enough they were traveling towards the little island. Perth got out the car and immediately his senses were filled with the salty smell of the sea. Perth had always loved the sea. Of course, being wealthy and having the funds to move everywhere he wanted, he had traveled many times before. But as it seemed nothing could be compared to the little hidden gem of the eastern Europe.
The only thing he allowed his mind to think of, was the place they would stay. Saint hadn't elaborated the details, just had informed him about where they were about to go and had left the living room of their house. Even though Perth had been reluctant to accept coming on this trip, now that he saw what an amazing place Santorini was, he was glad he had said yes.
He got back on the car when he noticed the ferry was near the island. Saint hadn't moved from where he was. He had his sunglasses on his eyes and seemed sucked in his phone not even looking at Perth. The boy shrugged it off.
He couldn't help the little nagging in the back of his mind as to why Saint had suddenly changed to the cold individual he had been once again. Even though he tried to find an answer, he couldn't come up with one.
The car landed on the little island and began to walk around the roads of Santorini, getting at the place they were going to stay. Not more than fifteen minutes passed before they got there.
Perth was the first to get off the car, and took in the amazing villa they were about to stay in. It was a one floor white villa, same as the others, with a green garden in front of it. Multiple colored flowers and different types of trees planted around it.
A garden table with four chairs was in one of the corners of the garden with a little haven made of hay on top of it, to grant shade to the table. Perth loved it before he even got to enter the house.
The driver, who's name was Dimitris as the name tag placed on the left side of his jacket said, helped them get their luggage in the house. Inside, the villa was even more beautiful.
It's furniture were some white and some made of plain brown wood. A big white sofa was placed before the TV who was placed in a woody table. The rugs were the same pearly color and the curtains too, made out of a light material that permitted to see the sea and the garden.
Perth went to the bedroom and was baffled once again. Same as the living room, it was white furnished and the house appliances were all new, waiting for them to be used for the first time. The most amazing part was that the bedroom had a view of the backyard where there was a pool, and a bit far away you could see the sea again. It was perfect.
"Where am I sleeping?" Perth asked Saint as he realized there was only one bedroom for them to share. Saint's father of course had deemed it enough as they were a 'real couple' on his eyes.
Saint shrugged. "Wherever you please. Either in the room with me, or in the living room. It makes no difference to me."
Without speaking further Perth only nodded. Even though with his attitude Saint was making it difficult, Perth promised to himself that he would make it possible to enjoy those four days he was going to pass here.
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The first three days passed quickly and Perth couldn't have been more sad. He had enjoyed everything the little island had to offer. The first day he had wondered around it, ending up on it's bazaar and buying little souvenirs Perth would forever keep, to remind himself to the miracle he had been in.
The food was his favourite. A variety of sea food and different types of meat made his days there even better, and for the first time in months he had felt hungry and happy to eat and taste everything.
On the second day Perth had decided to visit the sea. Dimitris had helped him by not leaving him alone, as Saint had made it his life goal to not leave the villa not even once.
The sea had been marvellous. The water was so clear that if he could take a picture he doubted people would understand his body was under water.
After getting back from the beach, Perth had taken a shower on the yard and immediately had taken a dive in the pool. He made the most of what he had. He swam in it for what seemed a half an hour and later got out of it.
He was walking around the pool to get to the sunbeds to get a bit of tan, when he felt someone's eyes on his back. He turned his head and saw two piercing eyes looking at him, most importantly at his legs.
Out of habit Perth pulled at his swimming trunk, conscious of his thick thighs, feeling uneasy under Saint's gaze. He felt himself blush when he saw the furrowing of Saint's brows. The boy walked away from the window and pulled the curtain back.
Perth decided to act as if he hadn't seen him and laid on the sunbed, his RayBan glasses on his eyes and enjoyed the rays for almost two hours. He wished he would never have to go back.
When Perth woke up the third day, he got up from the couch he had been sleeping in the past days and made his way into the bathroom of the bedroom. The only one in the house.
Saint wasn't there. He didn't pay much mind to it, not wanting to worry and stress himself further and went on to finish his business.
He ate a satisfying breakfast. The boy searched the TV for something to see, but he couldn't understand a thing since he didn't know how to speak Greek.
He decided he would take a daily trip around the island with a boat.
He wore a pair of white shorts with a white shirt with blue stripes and blue Vans on his feet. He fixed his fringe and paired it with the black RayBans he always loved.
The trip through the island with the boat was amazing. He met a couple of elderly people and immediately fell in love with their love.
The couple had been together for about forty years and were still going strong.
"I still love her like the first day I set my eyes on her." Mr.Rainhart said looking at his wife's eyes.
The lovely couple had approached Perth so he could take a picture of them, and one conversation had led to another and suddenly they were eating lunch aboard the boat the three of them.
"You better." The lovely wife beamed at him, and kissed his cheek then after wiped it with a tissue as a little bit of her rosy lipstick landed there. "So dear, how is it possible that a lovely young man like you is alone in his honeymoon?" Mrs.Rainhart added smiling politely at Perth.
"My husband had a meeting. He couldn't come with me so I decided I would come alone not wanting to miss the opportunity." Perth shrugged with a small smile on his face.
Mrs.Rainhart only nodded, seeming as if she didn't want to bother Perth further with her questions.
They continued to talk about everything Santorini had to offer, and Perth learned that the island was a favorite to the couple. Their kids were all married, and after working their entire life they had decide to enjoy the rest of their days traveling around the world.
Hugging both of them Perth got off the boat and went into the car, a smile never fading from the amazing time he had passed.
When he got to his villa it was already getting dark, and Saint apparently was home. Not bothering to even speak to him to where he was in the kitchen, Perth went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Jack's friend had provided them with invitations for a cocktail party in on of the lounges of his friend's hotel.
Perth didn't want to miss anything so he dried himself and started getting ready.
Looking at his luggage he tried to come up with something to wear. He wasn't very sure how people were going to be dressed. Something elegant and casual at the same time would have to do, Perth thought.
He put out a pair of grey pants, a dark blue dress shirt with navy blue suede moccasins. He thought about it, and decide to put his braces too. It had been a long time since the last time, and well Perth had missed wearing them.
He checked himself out in the mirror, feeling good about his choice and went to deal with his hair. He put on some cologne and was good to go. The boy got his keys, his wallet and his phone and got out of the room.
Saint was sat on the living room, looking bored at the TV with a white shirt and grey sweatpants on. When he looked at Perth, his eyes widened.
"Uh...where are you going?" Saint asked after he cleared his throat.
Perth shrugged. "To that party invitation, your dad sent us."
"Uh, no you're not."
"Uh, yes I am."
"Perth," Saint clenched his jaw, "Listen to me for once."
The boy pursed his lips, "That's all I've been doing. Tonight though I am not going to. Good night Saint."
Perth got out of the door before giving Saint a chance to reply. He greeted Dimitris, and got in the car. Once Perth was sat and the car was on, the boy sighed, recalling Saint's words.
The hotel was amazing. That was one word to put it because Perth didn't know how to explain it differently. A lot of people were getting out of their cars, saying their name and showing the invitations to the concierge in the front door.
Perth did the same after Dimitris wished him a great time. The concierge directed him to the right side of the lobby where the red carpet led to. After a few steps Perth got out. The party was full of elegant people.
The pool was lit with different fairy lights and full of petal of roses. A bar was in the side of it full of bar tenders trying to get as many people's orders as they could. The music was mostly latin music adding something exotic to the atmosphere.
He went to the bar and ordered a light cocktail and sat in the bar stool looking around. He could enjoy himself like this all night. Perth hummed after the music and took a sip of his drink. It was good.
Someone tapped his shoulder and Perth turned his head to see who it was. A tall guy with dark features with a white see-through shirt. He looked nice.
"Petros" he reached his hand for Perth to shake it.
"Perth," the boy responded with a smile.
"Chinese?"
"No, Thai."
"Oh. Beautiful."
Perth smiled again. "Thailand is nothing compared to this place."
"No, you beautiful," Petros said with his thick accent and smirked pointing at Perth, causing the latter one to blush and say a small thank you in return.
"So Perth, you like boys?"
Perth let out a laugh. "Is it that easy to understand?"
"No, I just ask. One time I did not and ended very badly." Petros said laughing and then gave his order to the bartender in greek.
"So Petros, why are you in a party like this?" Perth tried to make small talk.
"My uncle is manager of hotel. I always love to be part of this."
"I don't blame you," Perth said. "You are lucky though. You get to enjoy this all year."
"I can't complain. Why are you alone? I see ring on your finger." Petros pointed to Perth's ring.
"My husband isn't here. Didn't want to come so I thought I might as well."
"Oh, bad husband?"
Perth nodded his head in amusement and smiled. "Very bad husband."
"How old?"
"I'm 21. You?"
"19. You look smaller."
Perth pressed his lips together trying not to laugh. "I think you mean younger."
"Yes, younger but small too. I like it." Petros smiled at that and Perth knew why. Even though he would not get anything further with Petros he could enjoy a friend for the night.
They talked about Petros job and Perth too spoke about his love for Santorini and how he would love to come back sometime in the future again.
"I love this song," Petros said after a couple of minutes, "Dance?"
Perth nodded. They walked the necessary steps to the dance floor and then turned towards each other. They danced the first few songs not getting close. The night was still young to be over and Perth was having a good time.
After a little while Petros got a little closer but Perth didn't push him away. Petros' hand went to grab at Perth waist but it was abruptly pushed away.
Both boys turned their head to Perth's shoulder. An angry Saint on his wild habitat was seen.
"Is there something wrong sir?" Petros asked.
"Yes. Can you kindly fuck off from my husband?"
Petros widened his eyes and looked at Perth. "Bad husband?" He pointed at Saint.
"What did you call me, you fucker?" Saint's nostrils flared.
"Sorry sir, I go now." Petros apologized and immediately moved away from Perth.
Saint grabbed Perth's wrist and started dragging him away from the dance floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" Saint pointed at him, as soon as they were a little away from the crowd.
Perth looked at his hands and then at Saint. "Excuse me? Do I know you?" Perth pursed his lips in amusement.
"Not now Perth."
"I don't know how you know my name sir, but I don't know you."
"Perth." Saint swallowed as he was trying to not get angry.
"What?" Perth shrugged. "You were the one who told me we don't know each other."
"Quit the crap. What were you doing with that guy?"
"I was just making friends. His name's Petros by the way."
"That's not making friends. That's dancing around with other guys when your husband is at home." Saint crossed his arms.
Perth narrowed his eyes at him. "Does it ring a bell?", the boy blinked.
Saint squeezed his eyes shut and breathed evenly. He looked around the party and then again at Perth. "Come on," he said calmly with a low voice. "We're going back."
Perth only nodded and followed Saint. The lad caught his hand in his, but it was not aggressive. He hold it lightly as if to show they were together. Perth didn't mention it.
They got on the car and sat beside each other. Perth was angry at Saint, how he always got angry about Perth talking to other people. He made a scene too, but not wanting to argue about it further he didn't speak.
As soon as they got home, Saint sat on the couch again and Perth went to grab a bottle of water. He was confused and angry but he knew Saint would not accept to answer his questions.
Defeated when Saint didn't speak any longer, Perth decided to shower again and take off all the stress of the day.
He entered the shower cabin and waited for the warm water to come out. When his body liked the temperature, Perth stripped out of his clothes and stepped in. He closed his eyes and let the water pour down his body.
Saint went to the bedroom to get out of his clothes and wear something comfortable to sleep in. As soon as he entered the room he heard the running water coming from the bathroom. The door was slightly opened. Before he could stop himself he was walking with slow and quiet steps to peek inside of it.
The shower curtain was opened and Perth's naked body came in to the view. The boy was washing himself and Saint's senses caught the smell of the shampoo. Strawberries.
Saint swallowed as he took in Perth, his body shining, and with a trembling hand opened the door wider. The boy's body was smooth and tanned from the passed days in the sun, parts of it adorned by foam and it didn't help Saint's situation more.
The taller lad took off his pants and dress shirt and started walking towards the shower cabin as if he was bewitched. He neared Perth and hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder.
Startled, Perth turned around and widened his eyes when he saw Saint. His heart started racing, and Perth was confused why Saint was there. He covered himself and took a step back as if to protect himself. Big mistake.
Saint entered the shower and looked at Perth taking him in and drinking his presence as if he had been in the Saharan desert for days without a single drop of water.
Involuntarily Perth's eyes went down on Saint's middle and widened, even more, when he saw Saint was half hard.
"What are you doing?" Perth dared to ask.
"I don't even know myself." Saint uttered after a few seconds, sucking his teeth.
"If you need to um, take care of your uh... situation? please wait until I'm finished."
Saint didn't speak and just continued to look at him. He raised his hand and touched Perth's cheek caressing it and exhaling as if he had gotten something that had been forbidden to him all his life.
"I don't want to. Please." The lad finally answered. His eyes were soft, looking at Perth and scanning the later's face.
"Look Saint, can't you just... just leave me alone? Go back to ignoring me. You do it so well." Perth said hugging himself tighter, warm water pouring down his spine, but he felt cold under Saint's gaze.
"I can't though. Not anymore. And it frustrates me so much, you have no idea." Saint said stepping further. He caged the smaller boy between his arms and leaned closer. The sweet scent of the shampoo that Perth's body was radiating made him even more hungry for the smooth tanned body. The taller boy nuzzled Perth's cheek drawing watery patterns on the skin.
Perth felt putty. He knew he should stop this. He shouldn't give in to Saint this easy. Not like this for his first time, but he couldn't bring himself to stop his husband. He needed his touches. Craved the way Saint made him feel.
"What do you want, Saint?" Perth said while his breathing had increased.
"I crave for you. Not only your body. Please let me have you." Saint murmured against his temple with his eyes closed. "I need you so much, you don't understand. Please let me have you Perth. Please."
Perth's heartbeat raised immensely after his husband's words. He wanted Saint too. He wanted this to happen. His wish was finally coming true. Even though Saint had been so evil to him, no one else had Perth desired more to have him for the first time. At least that was something he could provide to himself.
Saint was leaving small kisses from his cheek and down his neck as if pleading Perth to accept him. Perth's chest felt hot against his, and the only thing he wanted to do was close the small distance even more. He didn't know what else to say and pray for Perth to agree.
"Okay," Perth said.
His back immediately hit the wall made of tiles, and Saint's mouth was on his again. The lad kissed him hungrily chasing Perth's lips with his tongue.
Perth opened easily and Saint invited himself inside of his mouth. He sucked gently at Perth's tongue as if he was trying to devour him and let his taste fill his taste buds.
Blindly, Saint chased after Perth's back to tap the water. His arm came under Perth's bum raising him up, the weight of the smaller boy felt as if he was holding a feather instead. Perth curled his legs around Saint's waist, once again living their previous situation. But Perth was prepared this time.
He wanted this, he wasn't going to suffer if Saint wouldn't mention their night together. Perth was absolutely fine with it.
Saint's mouth latched on his neck sucking and breathing hard against his skin. He inhaled Perth's smell and a growl of lust escaped his mouth. It felt like a sweet dream having Perth like this again. His hands roamed the boy's body, not wanting to miss even an inch of it.
Perth's hands were on Saint's shoulders making himself more comfortable and easy to be carried.
"I..." Saint swallowed, "I need to take care of you in the bed." He said looking at Perth's eyes. The smaller boy nodded.
Without putting him down Saint began to walk out of the bathroom, his arms protective and ensuring around him, one under Perth's bum and the other on his waist.
Perth rested his head on Saint's shoulder, his husband's perfume filling his senses and making him even dizzier. He felt warm feelings spreading around his body from how close they were.
The smaller lad felt his back hitting the bed's duvet, the pillow soft under his head. Saint got up a little from where he placed Perth and looked at the boy again, to see if he had changed his mind. When Perth didn't say a word, he continued to kiss him again. Perth's hands were at his sides grabbing the duvet as Saint intruded his mouth again.
The lad's tongue roamed in his mouth, licking at the roof. A low moan escaped Perth's lips involuntarily and Saint hummed at that in pleasure. It confirmed Perth really wanted this, as much as Saint did.
Saint's hand placed on his waist slowly slid down to his middle, fingers tracing his happy trail to where Perth's dick was. The taller boy curled his fingers around the length and gave it a few tugs as if to harden it more. The smaller lad shuddered and tiny puffs of air left his mouth. Perth's legs opened wider inviting Saint wordlessly to do more.
Saint released his cock, and slowly his fingers chased his entrance, circulating motions around it. The taller lad felt the dry skin under his fingertips, and Perth's breathing increased once again, whines escaping his lips.
Saint's fingers left his entrance, not wanting to make Perth wait more. The taller lad brought them to his mouth, his tongue poking out and licking them a few times looking at Perth's eyes, before putting his fingers at the tight and small entrance. The lad pushed them a little as if to test it's resistance and began rubbing his hole again.
He continued assaulting Perth's neck, breathing hard against the skin but refused to step away from it. Perth felt hot all over. Saint was on top of him, feeling his body where he could, so Perth grabbed the ends of the pillow with his hands, and let his husband do what he wanted to his body.
The light's of the room were off, and the only thing lighting it up were the spots of the pool in the backyard. A light breeze filled with the smell of the sea could be felt around the room, the curtains of the room dancing slowly with it.
Saint got up from his daze and looked at Perth again. "I need to take care properly of you." He said cautiously and got up from the bed, quickly not wanting to lose any time.
He fumbled with one of his bags and after a few seconds he got back on the bed. He placed the bottle of lube and a packet of condom in the night stand. He kissed Perth again as if to assure him that everything was going to be okay. Saint grabbed the bottle of lube from where it was and poured a generous amount on his fingers.
He looked Perth in the eye as he slowly entered his hole with his middle finger, his free hand caressing his hip to calm him down. ''Relax baby, I'm not going to hurt you.''
Perth bit his bottom lip, and nodded to assure Saint he was good. The intruding finger inside of him made Perth wince a little in pain, because never before he had ever had this done to him. He tried to welcome the finger in him as much as he could breathing in and out, his eyes squeezed shut.
Saint started to move it slow trying to open him a bit for another one, not wanting to hurt Perth further. ''If you feel uncomfortable or in pain, please tell me.'' Saint soothed him, brushing his lips under Perth's ear, sending shivers down the latter's spine.
The man kept mumbling comforting words to his husband, trying to get him to relax as much as possible. After a few minutes he started circling his ring finger on Perth's rim to warn him that he was going to add another finger.
Perth licked his lips as the second finger entered him, small puffs of air coming out of his mouth. A whine escaped his throat as Saint started scissoring his fingers, brushing them against his walls. The lube made the glide easier and helped as much as it could.
Perth was tight and hot against his fingers, causing Saint's forgotten cock to twitch at the thought. He couldn't wait to be inside Perth and feel him properly, but he had to wait. It was very important for Saint that Perth enjoyed the situation too. Perth deserved nothing less as it was his first time.
A growl of pride came out of Saint's lips at the thought. He was Perth's first. No one before him had seen Perth like this. Perth was his, every first of Perth's was his, and no one could change that.
Whines and moans of pleasure came out of Perth, assuring Saint that he was enjoying that. His chest moved up and down unevenly.
''Saint... more.'' The boy murmured.
''Shh baby, I got you. I'm gonna add another finger okay?'' Saint whispered to the collarbone of his boy.
A quiet okay came out of Perth. Saint kissed his collarbone and added his index finger slow, brushing it against his walls. He pushed it in entirely and waited a few second's trying to get Perth to get used of the stretch.
Saint groaned at the tightness and scissored all three of his fingers, searching for that bundle of nerves inside of Perth, kissing the smaller boy at the same time, his free hand never stopping caressing Perth's hip. When Perth's legs jolted he knew he had found what he was looking for.
Perth felt as if he was on fire. He wanted to clench his legs together and open them more at the same time. He started rutting a little against Saint's fingers trying to get used to the sensation but also wanting more at the same time.
''I think I'm ready,'' Perth said after a couple of minutes. Saint kissed him on the lips again, and slowly pulled out his fingers.
Saint grabbed the packet of condom and rolled one on his length, hissing at the sensation of feeling something on his hard cock. He poured a generous amount on his dick, moving his hand up and down on it. He felt it throb against his hand at the thought of getting inside of Perth's tight and warm hole.
He positioned himself between Perth's legs, pushing them further apart. Perth's flush began from his neck to his face. A light layer of sweat made his body glisten. Saint hadn't seen anything more beautiful in his life.
He hovered over his husband again, placing his forearm under Perth's head. ''Gorgeous.'' Saint whispered in his ear as he tried entering him. ''Most beautiful human being I've ever seen.''
He kissed Perth's throat in the V-line and, pushed the head of his cock slowly-slowly past Perth's rim, feeling his boy shudder under him. ''Okay, baby?''
''Mhm.'' Perth mumbled, taking deep breaths. Being in his own mind he hadn't been aware of how big Saint was, even though only the head of his length was in.
''I'm going to push in further now.'' Saint kissed under his chin.
''Okay,'' was the only thing the boy could say.
The taller boy continued pushing slow, even though the tightness of Perth's body only made him want to push in him already and never stop 'til his husband came.
He continued entering Perth inch by inch murmuring sweet nothings in his ear. When Saint bottomed out, he waited for Perth to be ready. The hot walls surrounding his cock made it known to him that he wasn't going to last long.
"Okay?" Saint asked.
"Big. So full." Perth breathed squeezing his eyes shut.
Saint kissed Perth's face everywhere to comfort the boy and to assure him that Saint was there and was going to take care of him.
Both boys breathed hard against each other's skin. Saint grabbed Perth's arms and put them around his neck. "Touch me, feel me." He whispered.
The smaller boy could only nod in response. "You can move." Perth's voice cracked a little at the feeling of being filled. He felt a little pain but wanted to get to the pleasure. His body was ready, and he was thankful Saint waited for him to feel his limbs again.
"Ready?" Saint asked him to be completely sure.
"Yeah."
Saint pulled out a little and pushed back. A moan escaped Perth's mouth, and he clawed at Saint's skin, sure that his nails would leave his marks there.
Saint continued moving inside of him, slow but hard at the same time, each thrust gaining whimpers and whines from his husband.
The lad slid both of his arms under his husband back, grabbing at his bum and kneading his cheeks. The plump of Perth's ass filled his palms and he groaned at the feeling.
He steadied his knees on the bed and continued thrusting relentlessly, punching the air out of Perth with his powerful movements.
Perth curled his legs around Saint's middle as if to be sure Saint wouldn't go away and continue to give him the amazing pleasure he was receiving. The heels of his feet were digging at his husband's back, but he didn't care. He wanted this so much.
Along with Saint's groans of pleasure, he could faintly hear the slow splashing of the waves outside the bedroom's window. Saint was like a blanket on top of him, covering his whole body. His husband continued peppering his neck with sucks and kisses, inhaling his smell and small curses escaping his lips.
Saint raised Perth's thighs on his chest, the back of the boy's knees in his forearms exposing him more to Saint, making him blush even more than he was. With the little change of the angle, Saint was hitting Perth's bundle of nerves relentlessly.
Perth closed his eyes, letting himself feel and enjoy what Saint gave him. He felt Saint's hand brushing his fringe out of his forehead.
"Show me your beautiful eyes baby, I wanna see them." Saint murmured.
Perth looked at him, the corners of his eyes filled with tears. Happy tears.
Perth's dick was brushing against his and Saint's chest making him clench and chase after his orgasm. The feeling was so powerful Perth didn't know what to do with himself, only making him hug Saint tighter. "Saint... I..." he began uttering but didn't know what to say. What to ask.
"Let go, baby. I want you to..." Saint breathed on his cheekbone, his hips pushing further and harder against Perth.
As if on cue Perth clenched hard on Saint and came with a silent cry, squeezing his eyes hard 'til he saw stars. His thighs trembled against his chest, the toes of his feet curling. He felt as his cock spurted over his stomach and chest, drops of white substance covering his middle.
Saint began thrusting harder chasing his own release. He bit hard on Perth's shoulder and spilled inside of the condom filling it, his dick throbbing inside of Perth at the release. He let out a breath he was holding as he rode his orgasm inside of his husband. Perth felt pliant on his arms.
He stayed there on top and inside of Perth, not wanting to let go of him yet, but he knew he would crush the smaller boy.
He pulled out and got off his husband, and laid beside him. He was trying to catch his breath looking at the smaller lad at the same time.
Perth breathed deeply and continued looking at the ceiling, trying to get his body to function again. He squeezed his eyes shut and gathered himself trying to get up slowly without wincing, before Saint banned him from the room again.
As he tried to get out of the bed, an arm curled around his waist and pulled him back on the bed, his back against Saint's chest. Slowly Saint turned him around facing him.
"Please don't leave," Saint whispered and hugged him.
Perth's head was on Saint's neck, his left hand placed on his husband's chest feeling his heartbeat. It was beating at the same pace as his, fast.
Saint saw as his husband slowly fell asleep, dry come on his belly, but none of them minded. He continued looking at his husband's facial features. Perth's eyelashes twitching from time to time, his chest moving up and down from the even breathing. He didn't want to miss nothing from this night. The way Perth looked under him, and the way Perth looked now beside him; calm and hopefully half as happy as Saint was.
Perth's hand was curled in a fist on his chest. He looked at the size difference of their hands, and carefully slid his index finger inside Perth's fist. He brought his husband's hand in his lips and gave each knuckle a light kiss.
Perth slowly opened his eyes, his eyes staring back at him. A small smile appeared on his lips. Saint curled his husband's arm on his neck and hugged him, tucking his head on Perth's neck.
"You kissed Blue." Saint's voice was small and cracked when he spoke.
Perth looked back at him, swallowed and faced his husband. Saint's eyes were filled with tears of hurt, the more prominent and beautiful. His bottom lip was trembling as if he was trying to not let himself break down even more.
Only Saint could look that beautiful crying.
"Saint I-" Perth began but was shushed. Saint's palm was on top of his lips wiping them as if he was trying to erase Blue's kiss on him.
"There. It's gone. He never kissed you." Saint said and kissed him again. "I'm the only one that has kissed your lips. Only me." Saint whispered more to himself than to Perth, resting his forehead on top of the boy with his eyes closed.
Perth wanted to speak but Saint shushed him again. "Shh, you don't have to excuse yourself for nothing. It's my own fault. I'm the only one to blame."
They hugged each other again and fell asleep hearing each other's breathing, the most beautiful symphony ever.