Heartbeat Repeating - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,56
he really wants is to be stripped down, turned around, with hands flat on the dining room table as Alejandro eats his ass. He wants to lose control and fall forward and get fucked right next to that stoner Chanukah dinner.
“Your candle is almost out.”
The words are so left field of what his brain is thinking that it jolts him to reality, and Avery blinks up. He finds Alejandro looking over his shoulder, so he turns his head and sees that the chanukiah’s flame is starting to sputter. The candles were cheap and pretty so he didn’t exactly expect a slow burn.
“It’s fine,” he says, and turns back to Alejandro who is looking down at him with the world’s most adorable frown.
“Aren’t they supposed to last for eight nights?”
Avery can’t help his laugh, and he surges in for a kiss—something sweet, pecking against the corners of Alejandro’s mouth, nipping at his bottom lip that’s a little puffy and wet. “This is what we, in the academic field, call symbolism and ritual.”
Alejandro growls and pinches his side, and it does hurt—a little. But not much. “Cheeky.”
“We just let them burn until they go out,” he promises, stroking his knuckle along Alejandro’s jaw. “If you’re worried about letting it burn when we leave the room…”
“I’m not,” Alejandro says. Avery still can’t read his face, but there’s something in his eyes entirely different from what was there before. A tentative palm cups his cheek, a thumb runs under his eye. It’s tender—and it’s almost painful. “Come to bed,” he whispers, and Avery is helpless against those words.
They don’t go to bed. They go to the bathroom, and Alejandro starts the shower. Avery can tell this is going to be a long, slow burn of teasing and torture, but the moment Alejandro gets a soapy hand around his dick, he doesn’t care.
Each second that keeps him from the bed is another second he’s still in this apartment. Alejandro invited him over for the week, but he has no faith that invite will last. He expects the post-coital panic where he closes off and Avery offers to leave, and like before, Alejandro doesn’t stop him.
So, he lets Alejandro crowd him up against the heated tiles, lets him use his knee to knock his legs apart. They slot together like they actually fit this way—like they were made for this, and Avery’s head cracks against the shower wall. He groans, but then Alejandro places a large, soft palm behind him, and the move is just so fucking sweet, his toes curl in the water pooling at his feet.
His dick is even harder from it—from all this gentleness and the softness in Alejandro’s face. He thinks maybe can spill just from kissing him alone because it’s so warm, and it’s kind in ways Avery has never experienced before. He thinks maybe this is just Alejandro trying to make up for the year of denial. Only, he’s not sure that’s the case, because Alejandro is making these little desperate, punched-out noises like he’s in pain, but also like it would take an act of God to stop him.
They don’t come, though. Not yet. Alejandro touches him everywhere, leaving no inch of his exposed skin unexplored. He drags teeth over the insides of Avery’s wrists and bites down on his fingertips and drags his tongue over his nipple rings and dips it into his navel as his knees hit the ground. It has to hurt, but Alejandro doesn’t let out a single noise of complaint as his nails scrape along the backs of Avery’s knees, making them weak.
He steadies himself with hands in Alejandro’s thick wet hair, and he drags a curled knuckle along the edge of his jaw when the older man looks up at him. It’s a moment—it’s a fucking precious, perfect moment, and Avery knows that this right here—this is what’s going to ruin him for anyone else. Ever.
He feels a surge of hatred because how dare Alejandro hold back for so long then give him just this taste before he rips the rug out from under him? How dare his body ebb and flow against him with vows he knows he can’t keep? But Avery can’t push him away, either.
He just leans into him when Alejandro stands back up, lets their dicks slide together in the same rhythm as the tongue fucking into his mouth. He lets his head tip back and lets Alejandro close teeth around his pulse point almost like a threat, but