now, I just want to stay here a little bit longer. Be with you, but not like… fight and shit. Is that acceptable?”
“Sure.” Not sure what else to do, Angelo turned on the television. There was a football match on and he turned down the sound to the point where it wasn’t screeching at them, then looked at Yuri. “Is this okay?”
Yuri nodded, then crawled over to Angelo, tugging the duvet behind him. He climbed into Angelo’s lap.
“Yuri, what the hell are you up to?”
“Shh.” Yuri put his finger to Angelo’s lips. “No fighting. You promised. I’m just getting comfortable.” He tried several different positions, some of them making him wince or hiss with discomfort, and eventually settled on sitting on Angelo’s lap while facing him. Yuri dragged the duvet around him like it was a royal cloak then laid his head on Angelo’s shoulder, his nose brushing Angelo’s neck.
No fighting. Angelo hadn’t actually promised, per se, but he had agreed to it, so he let Yuri use him like a pillow while he watched the game. That soon, however, became harder and harder to do. Whether absently or with clear determination—Angelo couldn’t tell which one it was—Yuri began to press soft, slow kisses to the side of Angelo’s neck.
It didn’t bother him. There was nothing intrinsically wrong with it. But the kisses put Angelo on edge. His entire body tensed up in a way Yuri had to feel, but he ignored. He made small, satisfied noises and went on kissing Angelo, moving on to his jaw.
Angelo thought he should put a stop to it. Definitely. Soon, he would. He just needed to wait for the right time. Angelo wanted to be diplomatic about turning Yuri down. He could do the spanking thing—was more than happy to spank the shit out of Yuri on a regular basis, in fact—but this stuff was totally, completely, and utterly wrong. Yuri shouldn’t be kissing his throat, then slightly sucking on his skin. Angelo would make him stop. But in a minute. One of the referees would hold up a card sooner or later and then Angelo could bring up what was and wasn’t appropriate behavior.
Yuri’s teeth nipped at Angelo’s skin and he hissed in both pain and a surprising burst of pleasure that had his cock deciding it wanted in on the action, fuck everything his brain had just decided.
God, no, we need to stop, not keep pushing forward. Retreat, dammit. Retreat.
Angelo’s body didn’t obey him, however. His arms pulled Yuri closer then slipped down Yuri’s slender back and landed, for some reason, on the boy's arse. Angelo had never been much of an arse man in the past, but the two globes he held in his hands felt perfect. His brain didn’t shout wrong gender, or this is Yuri, for the love of god, Yuri or even the very simple stop. Instead, all his mind thought was more and mine and yes, yes, yes.
Yuri hissed when Angelo squeezed his sore posterior. “Ow, fuck.”
Angelo moved his hands like they were on fire. “Fuck, I'm sorry.”
Yuri reached behind him and brought one of Angelo's hands back to his arse. “No, don't be sorry. I'm not. It feels so good. God, so good.”
“I… Yuri, I don't think that—”
Yuri gave Angelo a brief kiss on his lips and more pleading with his damned pretty eyes. “Please? Can you… just a little bit? Just this once? I mean, I can't make you do anything, or be anything you're not, but I can feel your cock, Angelo, and I swear I can make you feel good. I promise. If you let me. If you want me to.”
“Good how?” Angelo asked warily. “Good in what way?”
Yuri laughed again, but this time it was rich and seductive. “Good however you want. But we can start with kissing. If you want. Only if you want.”
Angelo took a deep breath and tried to put his thoughts into some sort of order. Did he want any of this? The answer was an unhelpful yes and no. The thing that kept him seated, knowing he and Yuri were probably going to do more things that he’d never imagined doing with a guy, was knowing that Yuri would always be there. His forever, whether he wanted it or not. And Yuri was his. Angelo couldn’t shake the strange possessiveness that came over him when he touched Yuri. It made no sense at all, and yet it was. Yuri was his and Angelo wanted to do