It was 6 o'clock in the morning when Lucas woke up, he turned over his body to observe Numa sleeping. He removed the hair from his face and outlined the young man's profile delicately with a finger, he stopped when he reached his lips, those fleshy lips that excited him so many times. He kissed him softly, holding him in his arms.
Outside the sun began to shine, they forgot to draw the curtains, he only hoped that Numa was not awakened by the brightness of the day, it was something he still didn't know. He turned his eyes to that face, those eyelids that hid his beautiful green eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen and a feeling flooded his chest: he adored him.
However, he felt him more distant, he was moving away without knowing how, and without knowing where, but he was disappearing. He knew that anyone would think it was nonsense but he knew it, tried to deny it, convincing himself that it was just his imagination. Could it be that what had taken him so long to start was going to end in the blink of an eye? However, the night before he had given himself as he thought he would never do it again, an image crossed his mind, a violent image and without realizing it he clung to Numa's body trying to take refuge in him. He needed him but he knew it was not mutual, he didn't need him o go on. And that was one of the biggest differences that separated them.
He turned around and looked up at the ceiling away from Numa, maybe he was trying to make him leave him: that was absurd! He didn't want to go on without him, but nevertheless there was a feeling, maybe because it was the first time he had a serious relationship, where both were equal, no one imposed his desires over the other, it was a strange feeling, of being part of a relationship, of course that made him happy.
A voice echoed in his head: "but if you don't know what the fuck you want, then it's obvious that I have to decide for you" it was Dante's voice. He would like to face him after so long, he did not stop thinking about what would have happened if he had not been the innocent and insecure kid he was at that time: he was still insecure. He turned his gaze to Numa and thought to himself that if he wants to leave me, he should let him do it. He smiled sadly as he felt a pain in his chest, it would not be easy to lose him, he kissed him on the forehead.
At that moment he realized that he was tired, maybe the best thing would be to leave early before grandma woke up, although she was very liberal, she would not be very happy to know that they had slept together. It was better to be safe than sorry, as his sister would say.
NUMA
Numa felt the morning light, it was inevitable, however he refused to wake up, or to get up to close the curtains, he turned around looking for the warmth of Lucas' body, enjoying the touch of that naked skin against his own. No, he didn't want to wake up, it felt too good, and he was still very much asleep. The images of the previous night awoke a memory that caressed his skin, producing a certain excitement, it has been incredibly good. However, he felt Lucas' fear, the way he trembled when he penetrated him, which he knew was not exactly of pleasure, it was the sensation of a palpable distrust, as if even at that moment he had expected something to happen.
However, he knew he enjoyed it even though he could not get the image out of his head, he felt fear, this was a new one and he wondered what happened to him. He could not imagine that it has been with Giovanni since he had all the appearance of being passive, it has to have been the other person about whom he already told him, what could have happened to him? He could not imagine being in a couple with someone who would hurt him, luckily nothing like that had ever happened to him, all the people he slept with had been relatively careful and if any of them had been a little rough he had let them know or had charged them when it was his turn to be the active part.
A memory came back to his mind and he laughed inwardly, the last time he has been the top, was memorable, he had almost screamed. His mind went back to Lucas, and he felt how this time the clarity became more intense, he felt a kiss on his forehead and tried to do something but he preferred to continue in that comfortable reverie. What time would it be? he knew that if he opened his eyes, Lucas would be watching him and maybe he would want to talk to him but Numa didn't feel like it. It was a wonderful night and he would have liked them to meet often, but lately it had been almost impossible. Lucas, do I love you? He felt something inside his chest. No, he couldn't think clearly at that moment, "do I love him or am I fond of him?" He felt he was getting anguished thinking about that, no, it was not the moment to think about that, he would simply solve his problems and continue by his side, at that moment he would give him everything he needed. "Lu, I'm not going to leave you alone now" he thought to himself "I love you" he added softly, trying to repress what was coming to his mind.
LUCAS
Lucas left for impossible to go back to sleep and around 6:30 he was already as awake as he would be if he had slept 8 hours straight, he had covered as much as he could Numa's head so that he would not realize that the light had flooded his room, since he had guessed by the way he moved, that it bothered him, however, after 5 minutes Numa opened his eyes, waking up. Seeing him awake and without even giving him time to say anything, he threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, hiding his face in his neck, moved a little further away and observed him closely. Lucas had beautiful features, those almond-shaped eyes of a dark almost black color, and that straight nose. Lucas looked at him a little expectantly, and preferred not to say anything, he had the feeling that words were superfluous. Numa, buried one of his hands in his black hair, messing it up, taking strands and separating them from the rest, he threw a couple on his forehead, then slid his fingers down that soft cheek, reaching his mouth looking for the half-open lips, breathing slowly, he approached and kissed them, feeling the tender and smooth skin of those lips. He kissed his nose, his cheeks and finally his chin, sliding down his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin again, and covering every inch of that part with soft kisses, occasionally brushing his nose playfully against Lucas' skin. He felt the dark-haired man move closer to his body, seeking his warmth, seeking contact with his skin. Numa hugged him softly while he hid his face again in that neck, it felt good like this, inhaling the scent of his skin, hidden in his hair that smelled like apple shampoo. He smiled caressing that hair, enjoying its silkiness, he had beautiful hair. Everything about him was perfect.
"You should let your bangs down," he commented in a whisper.
Lucas parted a little to look at his face, surprised and amused at the same time, while his hands played on the boy's back.
"Bangs are for girls," he exclaimed, even though he knew it wasn't like that, but he didn't want to know anything about getting a fringe, it would give him a childish touch that he didn't want for anything in the world.
He had tried to ignore the hardness he had felt against his thigh, but he could not avoid what was coming.
Lucas approached him slowly, he wasn't a fool not to realize that Numa didn't want sex, he simply wanted to touch him, but of course in his case it was different, however, even though he respected the young man's wishes, he wouldn't stay with the desire to touch him again. He kissed him slowly sticking his lips against the young man's, he moved away a few centimeters and returned to caress that mouth with his lips, kissing him barely, he did not want to rush him, he felt he had to wait for permission, and after a few seconds he felt how the hand buried in his hair grabbed him firmly, while the young man's tongue entered his mouth in search of contact. Lucas moaned softly as he responded to the kiss by tangling his tongue with the young man's, running over that wet cavity with great eagerness. He pulled away to breathe as he looked at Numa's smiling face, and smiled back as he felt the young man's cock slap against his own, as he let out a moan from his mouth and one of his hands slid down Lucas' chest in search of his waist to cling to it. Lucas felt how the young man rubbed slowly, that was torture, he bit his lips trying to increase the pressure against that sex but it was impossible, all the pressure they needed was being applied by Numa. He felt an impulse but he didn't know if it would be the right one, he lowered his hands grabbing him by the buttocks letting his fingers inspect the area.
"Ah..." that sounded like a protest, he needed something more, and before he could think any further he moved in to kiss him urgently as he felt Numa's movements increase, bringing his orgasm forward. He bit those lips, playing with his tongue as he moaned, feeling his orgasm approaching. When he felt his boyfriend's body shudder in his arms, he sank down on the bed looking for that sex to catch it with his mouth.
"No....Luuu....ah" protested Numa when he felt the young man's tongue on his sex, that mouth trapping and sucking him gently but firmly, his mind went blank, and the intense pleasure of the orgasm made him lean back, hiding his face in the pillow, while Lucas' tongue licked him, taking away the last vestiges of his orgasm.
Lucas leaned back to the height of the boy who was still with his face buried in the pillow, recovering.
"You're...mean," he commented with a childish tone.
"I know," Lucas answered with an evil expression.
"What do you want in return?" he asked even though he already knew. He stretched a bit until he reached the bedside table, looking for a condom, passed it to him, and turned around, Lucas came closer, leaning his erect member against his buttocks.
"If you don't want to, it's okay."
"You can do it, but... Hurry up: because 1) we don't have much time and 2) I don't want you to turn me on again."
Lucas laughed softly and before he had time to say anything he penetrated him, realizing instantly that it would be a very quick orgasm, he took him by the hips and penetrated him again, this time deeply and he had to make a superhuman effort not to come, he moaned at the delicious pleasure that those walls that wrapped his member tightly around him were giving him, He pulled out again and this time he knew it would be the last time, he penetrated him again and the orgasm, intense as few so far, would have made him almost scream but he bit his lip with such violence that he soon felt the metallic taste of blood, he jerked twice inside the young man and then withdrew moaning, licking his sore lip while trying to catch his breath. Numa turned around and kissed him again. It was an extremely tender image, he was breathing hard, his lip was bloody and his eyes were still closed.
"And?"
"You killed me," he whispered against Numa's mouth, who kissed him sweetly.
"That's me," he answered in a whisper as he kissed him again, so between brushing lips, playing with tongues and smiles, they got up to start the new day.