Page 86 of Absolution

Luca closed the door behind me and shoved me up against the door, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. He tugged off my tie and pushed the jacket off my shoulders. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said.

But I was afraid of me. Worried about the monster I’d once become and some of the fierce need that burned in my gut with an intensity I’d never experienced before.

He sighed when I didn’t touch him and pulled away to begin stripping out of his clothes. It was always sensual with Luca. Just the way he moved. So even when he rolled his shoulders to ease off his own jacket and began to unbutton his shirt one button at a time, it was an erotic dance. I watched him, already hard and aching. His little smile devious and sexy all at once. Fucking Luca.

He swayed his hips a little and flicked open the button of his pants. I couldn’t help but watch every move. He shoved off the pants to reveal the tiniest little jock strap ever, which framed the most perfect ass ever. The realization of him wearing that under that tailored suit did crazy things to me. Him sitting in that office chair, looking so prim and perfect, with those naughty little undies beneath…

He turned to wiggle that fine ass suggestively. Luca waxed everything. I knew this for a fact as he had an appointment two days ago in which he’d grumbled about getting his asshole waxed. I didn’t know why as I thought hairy men were just fine. But the perfection of those globes was something to behold. Like some sort of Adonis or sculpture of male perfection. Luca wasn’t a giant man covered in muscles and monstrous pecs, but he was the sleek elegance of a well put together man. I loved the smooth slide of his skin against mine, and the sun kissed tone of his flesh, though I knew he spent little time outside.

He pulled off the strap, letting it slide suggestively down his leg before he dropped it on the pile of his clothing. His cock was hard and as always he was confident in his skin, letting himself stand on display for me. I drank in the sight of him, sleek muscles, honeyed flesh and need. I hoped to someday have that confidence.

I sighed as he dropped his discarded pile of clothes in a chair and went to the night stand. He retrieved a bottle of lube and squirted some into his hand before climbing up onto the bed and kneeling, then leaning forward, offering a tantalizing view of that amazing ass in the air, spread wide.

For a moment I was at a loss as to what he was going to do, but he reached back, fingers slick with lube, and began teasing himself. I bit my lip to stifle a groan as the first finger disappeared inside his clenching hole. It was a slow process, one that locked me into place, watching, fantasizing that it was me playing with him, pulling little sounds of pleasure from his throat.

The first finger vanished inside him, his hole clenching around it, but he didn’t really move. Then he pulled it out and added another, sliding them in and out, turning them slowly and then pressing them deep. I heard him gasp, and his hips moved. He reached for a pillow and put it under his chest, head to the side, hugging the pillow with his free arm.

His ass in the air, legs spread wide, cock hard and dripping a fine line down his chest and onto the bedspread, made a stunning view. Those fingers fucking his ass made some need in me clench hard. I wanted it to be me. I knew he wouldn’t care if I crossed the room and fucked him. It was what he wanted. Fuck, it was what we both wanted. Yet I still stood there frozen.

He added a third finger, then a fourth, his pace quickening, and the little sounds that fell from his lips made me tremble. I stripped out of my clothes in a hurry, willing to at least rub off while I watched him play. That was something, right?

When I was finally naked, I crossed the room to stand beside the bed and stare at that amazing ass as Luca fucked himself with his fingers. His hips moved in a rhythm with his thrusts, but he made no attempt to touch his own cock.

“Touch me,” Luca begged.

I worried at my bottom lip with my teeth, but reached out to stroke his bare ass cheek. I could feel the muscles of his ass clenching under his rhythm. Watched his fingers turn and twist, playfully for a bit then thrust hard for a few seconds before turning to playfulness. I climbed up onto the bed beside him and leaned forward to kiss the cheek I’d been petting.

His moan was sweet. “Yes,” he said.

The view from this angle was much nicer, that fine hole gaping with need each time he pulled his fingers out. I traced my fingers down his crease, gathering a bit of extra lube and circling his hole as he thrust his fingers back in deep again.

He reached for my hand. He wrapped his lube-coated fingers around two of mine and jacked them as though they were my cock. Fucking Luca. He was going to make me come just from watching him. But he stopped and instead guided those two lube-coated fingers to his hole and eased them inside.

They were incased in soft, clenching heat. I didn’t move for a moment, just reveling in the texture and warmth, the rippling strength of the muscles around them. I turned my hand, sliding my fingers around the space, exploring the spongy walls. Luca shivered and let out a little half-groan, half-sigh.

“Is this okay?” I asked him. I slid my fingers partially out and then back in again, the sensation odd, but not unpleasant.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes.”

I slid them out again, circled his rim, watching his muscles tremble with sensitivity, and added a third finger. This was a bit more of a stretch, his channel clenching at them as I pressed in and rolled them around, feeling inside him and watching his body for reactions. He pressed back into my fingers forcing my touch down a little, and I felt a little nub of tissue, maybe that bundle of nerves every gay man knew was supposed to be our hot spot. Was that his prostate?

I rubbed at it for a few seconds and he growled, his cock twitched and a second later spurted down his chest, and all over the blanket. He let out a long sigh. I pulled my fingers out.

“No, don’t stop,” Luca begged.

“You just came without anyone touching your cock,” I remarked, thinking hard, and studying his body which was still tense and shivered with need. It had never happened to me. Even the many hours of porn Matthew had made me watch had never featured such a phenomenon.

“Yes, and I can come probably another half dozen times tonight. Part of being a dhampir. Super-charged libido.” He rubbed his spend into his chest and it looked dirty and so fucking sexy all at once. I was still rock hard of course, but a thousand ideas ran through my head of things I wanted to do and see.

I rubbed his crease again, tickling his rim. I was close enough to smell a slight orange scent. How was that possible? “Why do I smell orange?”

“Flavored lube,” Luca said. “It’s one of my faves.”

Why would lube need to be flavored? I leaned forward and tentatively licked a tiny drop that rested on one of his ass cheeks. It wasn’t disgusting, just a mild flavor of sweet orange candy.

“Fuck, do that again,” Luca begged. He was growing hard again.

“Kiss your ass?” I laughed at the thought.