he dropped over his mouth, slanting just enough to open the invitation. His lips swiping over Maxum’s lower lip and sucked it in for a tender nibble. The rebounding man gave to him instantly, his lips opening and his tongue darted out to take Darko in.
Darko could feel the intensive need in Maxum, a yearning that hadn’t been quenched in a very long time. Something neither of them had been able to find in a lover— until now . And he wanted their kiss to remind them full-force before Maxum’s brain could get in the way again. He rocked up against his body, his mouth surging up like waves crashing against Maxum’s lips under his, searching for more.
Darko’s arms tangled under Maxum, pressing him up as he gave the deeper kiss he wanted so desperately. Tasting more than just the fancy dinner that got washed down with a potent malt scotch. He tasted the man, the one he couldn’t get enough of. Breaking only enough to catch his breath, Darko ate his lips and sucked on his tongue, his mind swarming in the warm tranquility of their kiss until he was completely breathless. He followed it with a few last chaste kisses then dropped to his side, pulling Maxum to spoon against him once again and with a satisfied hum, was ready for blissful sleep.
Maxum hadn’t come here to fuck. He came to escape the empty demands of another, but he couldn’t deny he really did want to get inside Darko after being kissed like that. His cock stiffening with each throbbing thought against his thigh. Like an addict, he was already becoming hooked to the fire that burned inside this man. As a consequence, addictions were always bad . But hell, he was already here. He twisted— or so he tried. Darko’s strong arms tightened around his waist and hips preventing him. It was all he could do to look over his shoulder to find the alluring dark profile of this rugged man falling asleep behind him. A faint dreamy smile on his face as if perfectly at ease with their pairing. Maxum pressed against him, the cheeks of his ass grinding against the erection that matched his own, but Darko didn’t reciprocate. “You’re serious? You’re gonna sleep after a kiss like that?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” Darko hummed, doing his best to suppress a grin, “I told you I’m not that kind of guy.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Because, as I recall, we pretty much hit on everything on our first date.” Maxum chuffed, and none to happy about the firm hold Darko’s arms kept him in.
“Exactly, but I’m not the kind who messes around with a date that up and vanishes. For that there will be no fornication on our second date. It helps build frustration.” Darko kissed the back of Maxum’s neck, his arms tightening around him like a python keeping him in place and stifling any fight in him.
“And what of the third?”
It was Darko’s turn to draw quiet a moment. He hadn’t planned to go this route but then Maxum’s confession of a boyfriend somewhere out there made him the affair and that meant this was temporary. He didn’t like it, now a light had been shed only to find a dead end. So there was no sense investing further right? Just enjoy the sex and keep the heart uninvolved. Except he had a feeling he was already too late for that part and he needed to know, before he allowed himself any more room to fall for the man. “Maybe before we invest in our third, you’ll answer a question.” Darko’s arm loosened around Maxum as his eyes rolled open to look at him.
Maxum rolled to his back meeting his gaze. The tension that built in Maxum’s body was all too noticeable and Darko did what he could to make it less so. “No demands just asking a truth. It’s not hard to give it. If you want to show your respects for that person and perhaps the time you spend with them, then it’s not hard to give a truth.” He leaned down and kissed Maxum. First to his lips then delivered one to his temple where all those migraine-causing thoughts
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