The fingers of my right hand traveled along his torso as I took his pulsing cock deeper in, savoring every drop of precum that spread its delicious flavors over my tongue, savoring the little moans and shallow panting from Seth’s lips, savoring the texture of the prickles that rose along his skin where I touched him.
Snow fell faster, snowflakes flurrying in the breeze, casting tiny shadows under the string lights, but sweat broke over me anyway, the tub heating me up, making me breathless andflustered as I lowered myself and held my breath, choking on Seth’s cock with all I had to give him.
My right hand traveled down his thigh, moving inside and rising to his taint, feeling how hard it was. My fingers moved deeper, sliding between his cheeks, gently massaging his tight hole with the tip until he shuddered.
I could feel him relaxing. His cock didn’t throb as much, and his hole didn’t pulse under my finger, loosening slightly as I applied more pressure. He never stopped me, and I loved him for it. I loved him for the trust.
Seth pushed my head harder, impaling it on his cock and cutting off the flow of air instantly, but the move made my fingers stiffen. I thrust my hand forward, breaking through an invisible barrier and pushing my finger inside Seth.
A whimper broke from him, replaced quickly by short, shallow breaths that carried whispers of moans. My finger sank into him, into the warmth of his body, so welcoming and soothing.
I could feel the growing tightness around my knuckle for a long moment before he relaxed again, letting me move my hand back and forth. And when I found the right spot, I didn’t let him rest anymore. Each thrust was a little stronger than the one before it. I pushed moans out of Seth’s sexy body with my skillful finger, sucking him steadily, not showing him any mercy.
Seth spilled a litany of curses and pleas as his fingers curled in my hair and yanked my head down on him, fucking my throat while I stretched his hole harder and faster. He was all ready for me, ready for the things I wanted to do to him, clean and lubed and willing. His hole was slick and warm when I thrust my second finger inside him, stretching him suddenly and making his dick stiffen abruptly inside my mouth.
“Fuck. I’m close,” he said, voice small and clipped like he was holding on to every shred of control he had left in him.
It wasn’t much.
His dick throbbed suddenly, and his hole clenched hard around my fingers, letting me thrust my hand toward him once or twice before the sweet flavor of his cum exploded inside my mouth.
I sucked him hard, taking every drop he could give me as cum filled my mouth and throat. I swallowed it all, not letting a single drop escape me, and sucked him slowly while my fingers held still inside him, feeling the tension ripple through us both and dissipate incrementally in the moments that followed.
Seth shuddered with sensitivity as I slowly pulled my head up. His dick sprang and leaped with tension as I pulled my fingers out of him.
Later, we would lie by the fireplace, Seth on his back, legs wrapped around my waist, eyes holding my gaze, lips parted in a silent plea, as I fucked him slowly to the music of the crackling fire. Later, we would roll in the bed, testing how much it could take before breaking. Later, we would tie each other, blindfold each other, and teach each other to feel everything we could give one another with only our fingertips. Later, I would kiss the length of his body without missing a spot. I would massage him with scented oil and finger him while his hands were tied to the bedpost, making him come without touching his aching cock.
But that was later.
Now, I licked my lips and watched the exhausted, blissful expression on his flushed face. And when he gazed into my eyes with all the softness and warmth a human could hold in such a look, I dared to hope he loved me, too.
I shivered with lust for him. I burned with love I didn’t know where to put. I feared it, too. Not the fact that I loved him, but the intensity of it. I feared for him. Everything scared me now. The cold air descending onto us in bursts frightened me because Seth was exposed to it.
He needed to be protected because he was too precious for this wicked world.
“Your turn,” he said.
I cracked a smile, forced as it was, and shook my head. “Later. We have days, Seth.”
“And nights,” he added seductively.
“Enjoy the moment,” I said, pulling him into the center of the tub and into my arms.
I hugged him there, kissing him softly, kissing his chin, his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids. It wouldn’t be enough. A year and a half would never make up for the life we didn’t dare ask for.
And I didn’t dare ask for it because I would have to tell him. I’d have to tell him everything. And when I did, it would kill something in him. And I didn’t think I would ever have the courage to do that.
I was a coward. I didn’t deserve to love him. Even this was borrowed time, so I should be grateful to have it instead of moaning about not having the rest of our lives.
Seth kissed me back. He kissed my neck, easily finding the right spot that made me tremble. His hand traveled along my body until his palm rested against my hard cock, applying just enough pressure to drive me mad with lust, to make me see a red vignette around the winter scene.
“Come,” he said, tugging me toward the edge of the tub.
“It takes a bit more work than that,” I said.
He laughed and shook his head scoldingly. “I’ll show you the work,” he said. “Come inside with me.”
So I did. We got out of the tub, bodies steaming hot, barely feeling the chill, and stepped into the warm interior of the log cabin. Seth walked before me, naked and seductive, moving softly along the wooden floor to the bathroom, where he picked up big, soft towels. “Take off your shorts. You’re dripping everywhere.”