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T imi couldn't tell who moved first. It may have been him who had never felt anything more right in his life, or Alex, whose face held a beautiful mix of compassion, regret, awe and stark desire. One moment, he was reeling from Alex's reveal, and the next, a pair of lips was on his.

At the first brush, a bolt of electricity zinged through him, and he let out an embarrassing sound from the back of his throat.

The softness of the kiss was only a promise of how it should be, yet it was the most erotic thing he'd ever received.

Trembling, he opened his mouth at Alex's nudging and got rewarded with his lower lip sucked fully into a hot mouth.

A whimper escaped him, realisation heightening the sensations flooding his body.

He was kissing a man, his body wasn't rejecting it, and fear was an alien concept .

His world spinning off its axis, Timi clung to the exquisite swirl of Alex's tongue around his, the scratchiness of his chin against his, the strange familiarity in the way Alex's lips fitted snugly between his with the ease of a forgotten memory.

Every path he'd taken since his legs knew to walk, now coalesced into one destination that had Alex's mouth at the end of it.

Where balance, elucidation, and purpose awaited.

A homecoming he'd unknowingly been journeying towards.

Alex's arms went around his back and waist, and pulled him in, while he continued exploring Timi's mouth like an obsessed antiquarian granted entry into a recently discovered catacomb.

When Alex said he usually gave everything he had to his bed partners, he must have meant this.

Jealousy stabbed at him, pushing his fingers behind Alex's head and drawing him further in so the crevices of that brilliant mouth felt the onslaught of his tongue till every other taste it ever had disappeared.

For a long while, the smacks of their lips and heavy breathing punctuated the hum of the air conditioner.

Alex, almost on top of him, with the lower half of his body stretched on the bed.

Timi's fingers dug into Alex's working jaw as they sucked on each other's tongues and lips, his entire existence turned into liquid fire.

Alex eventually released his mouth with a wet sound, and it took Timi a moment to open his eyes. His breath caught at the limpid pools Alex's eyes had become. His lips were pink and swollen, and pride stabbed through knowing he'd made them like that.

“What?” he whispered, when Alex continued staring.

“You've grown so beautiful, it hurts to look at you sometimes,” Alex said, with a slice of wonder.

To stem the heated thrill at his words, Timi snorted softly. “I'm a man, I can't be beautiful.”

Alex's fingers that had been stroking his cheek stilled.

Timi's smile evaporated. “What is it?”

Alex's brows furrowed. “For a moment, I…I thought you…never mind.”

Timi dragged down his head to speak against his lips. “Did my beauty render you speechless? ”

He expected Alex to return the banter, instead his mouth got captured in another bruising kiss, which Timi eagerly fell into, matching him hunger for hunger. Years of abstinence, making him a little feral.

When they rose up for air, Alex's lips didn't leave his skin. They sucked a trail from his jaw to his throat, over the hard protrusion there. As he sucked on it, his hands worked the buttons of Timi's pyjamas, and Timi shuddered at the blast of cold air against his skin.

He knew where this was heading, but the shame, which usually followed this knowledge, was non-existent. Alex slowly peeling his clothes off his body was as expected as his laboured breaths escaping him in loud puffs.

Alex continued his gentle assault, sucking where there was enough flesh, and licking when hard planes met his tongue, while Timi's fingers combed through short hair, emitting sounds he never thought himself capable of.

At the dip of his clavicle, Alex drew a long inhale. “Wild fruits,” he said against the soft skin. “Something spicy. Ocean waves. Soap.”

Timi's eyes flickered open. “Uh?”

“I've never been able to pin down your scent.”

Were they discussing scents right now? “Yours has been lemon and rain. Always.”

“Lemon and rain. I like it.”

Alex tossed aside the pyjama top they'd successfully removed, and his mouth descended towards Timi's nipples, now hard from the cold air and torment his body had been in for a while.

But instead of sucking as Timi's entire soul begged for, it hovered.

Scattering warm air around the hard nub and suspending him from a rafter with the anticipation pounding through him.

When he thought he would combust from waiting, a warm dampness closed over the nub without warning, and a loud groan leaked out of his open mouth.

The torturous pull went straight to his core, and his hands shook against Alex's hollowed cheeks.

When had his nipples become so sensitive?

Alex didn't relent. While sucking and slaving over both, he dragged down Timi's pyjama bottoms, freeing Timi's hardness and causing his hips to thrust up against the pressure building dangerously in his guts, seeking for a tight, wet relief.

Alex eventually released him from his torment, and continued downwards, a certain worship in the way his tongue moulded him.

As if to erase every touch, every memory from before.

When his tongue pushed into his navel, Timi began doubting everything he knew about his body.

With his women, if he needed extra help getting in the mood he knew where to direct their wandering fingers.

With Alex, his whole body had become an erogenous zone.

When Alex's hand finally wrapped around his neglected hardness, he gasped out a, “fuck!” at the feel of those fingers and calloused palm. Then, took in deep breaths to stop the explosion that threatened.

Alex's hand didn't move as he stared at Timi's dick like he'd been given a present he didn't know what to do with it. Timi braced himself on his elbows, watching his long and thick erection make itself comfortable in Alex's large palm. The sight alone made him swell further.

“You're–” Alex began, then swallowed. “I want to taste you.”

“You can,” Timi rasped. “Whatever you want.”

Alex's hand trembled as he began to stroke.

Up and down, skin sliding at the tip to expose a pinkish head.

Timi let out a rumbling sound from deep inside his throat as pleasure seeped through.

It was too much. Those fingers he'd fantasised about, wrapped around him, stroking and wringing.

If Alex continued, he was going to blow anytime soon, and he hadn't even touched him.

He sat up and reached for the man kneeling by his feet, but in one movement, Alex pushed him down with a finger on his chest and drew him into his mouth.

“Oh, God,” Timi bit out, hips bucking.

Alex took him in, inch by inch, till he was nearly enclosed in a deliciously tight heat, his sensitive cap hitting a ring of muscle his body didn't need to know was Alex's throat. He raised his head again, feverish with the need to observe the initiator of his fast-rising combustion.

Alex's eyes were closed, mouth stretched wide around his thick girth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked in and puffing out as he pulled up, fingers cradling his balls like precious eggs .

“Fuck,” Timi whimpered, eyes wide on the ravishing image before him. “Look at you. Fuck.”

Strong, loyal, insanely beautiful Alex, bent over him, dragging the most intimate part of him into that intelligent mouth he'd thirsted for, for so long.

Spit and precum making the movement slick.

If death came now, he would have no regrets.

They'd opened a new world, and he'd dropped his cowardice at the gates.

He fell back, body trembling and palms flattened against the pillows.

The rhythm Alex set was slow and torturous.

As if hell bent on showing him the difference between the violation and roughness he was accustomed to, and the deliciousness of being made love to by one his heart recognised.

A heart in danger of exploding before the rest of his body.

He was receiving a basic blow job, even amateurish from the uncertain skittering of Alex's tongue, but every sex act he'd ever engaged in seemed like a peck on the cheek in comparison.

He'd assumed Alex's prowess involved acrobatic moves.

How naive. Alex gave his soul to Timi's dick, and it was the most addicting thing he'd ever experienced.

At a particularly strong draw, Timi's writhing hips shot up, a hoarse cry escaping him.

He tried settling back in, to allow Alex continue controlling the pace, but hands snaked beneath his ass, bringing him up to fit more snugly in the wet heat.

He lost control then, thrusting in and out of Alex's mouth.

Graceless, from the uncoordinated pleasure ravaging him.

Everything hit him at once. The astonishing realness of the moment.

Tingling nerves. The tight pressure, coiling and unfolding.

Alex's tight, wet mouth, refusing to grant him reprieve.

He sat up, gasping. “Wait, wait. I think…

I'm coming.” Not sure he wanted Alex taking more than he'd already given.

But Alex dragged him in further, giving him more access to the velvety furnace of his mouth.

As he hit the back of Alex's throat in one jerky thrust, his body exploded on a prolonged cry.

He convulsed as he kept spurting. Longer than he'd ever thought himself capable.

Alex took it all in, drawing out every bit till Timi slumped back into the pillows, boneless.

Alex got up after a while, and soon Timi heard the water running. He returned to the room, gripped Timi's shoulders, and gently pulled him up .

“I've set up a bath. Come.”