whatever was in his power to make him smile and see the sun come out in his sky-blue eyes.
“Kissing? Just kissing?”
Yuri nodded. “You’re in charge. You’re in control.” He shivered a little and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were full of hot need that Angelo wanted to slake however he could. “You call all the shots.” Yuri squared his shoulders and firmed his jaw. Yuri was a man. Yes. Definitely, despite the “princess” moniker Angelo had given him years ago. But still, somehow, Yuri was also the most beautiful thing Angelo had ever seen and he didn’t want to look away. Wasn’t sure he could look away. “So, if you’re okay with it, just kissing.” Yuri’s face fell a little. “Unless you don’t want to do that, either. Which. That's fair. I get it.”
Angelo made himself concentrate on something besides Yuri’s mouth. Kissing. Right. And despite his words, Angelo could tell how much Yuri wanted to be kissed. Angelo could do that. Kissing was fine, and this would be for Yuri, to make him feel better and chase away the shadows in his eyes. Somehow, that made the idea of kissing Yuri easier, rather than more difficult. Angelo dug his fingers into Yuri’s hair and tugged him closer. “You know you’re playing with fire, princess,” he whispered against Yuri’s lips. “Right?” Because that had to be said.
“I know.” Yuri held Angelo’s head still then kissed him hard, his tongue demanding entrance into Angelo’s mouth. When Angelo opened for him, Yuri dove inside greedily. He made small noises of pleasure that went right to Angelo’s cock. He didn’t think anyone had been this eager for him in his entire life. Yuri pulled back slightly, their noses almost brushing, and gasped for breath. “God, Angel, I need you. I need you so bad.”
Angelo cupped Yuri’s face and studied it. Every line and curve was perfect. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“Don’t you dare,” Yuri whispered against his lips. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
Yuri pulled back and made a rude noise with his throat.
Something about Yuri pulling away made panic bloom inside Angelo. He firmed his grip and pulled Yuri closer, not letting him escape. “You. Are. I’ve always thought so. It used to drive me mad when we were kids. All the adults looked at you and sighed at how pretty you were and they gave you every damn thing you ever wanted.”
That made Yuri grin. “I was a little shit, wasn’t I?”
“God. So much.”
Yuri’s expression became stern. “But so were you.”
“Never. I was an angel.”
“Ha! As if. You used to sneak out of your room at night and go who knows where. That was dangerous as hell, you know.” Yuri’s face was oddly stern.
“You were worried about me, princess? That’s… well, sweet.” Yuri and sweet shouldn’t have gone together in the slightest, despite what the adults had thought when they were children, but right now Yuri looked as if he was made entirely from candy floss and he was making Angelo’s mouth water.
Yuri snorted. “No.”
“But you were always waiting for me in my room when I got back. Come on. Admit you were worried about me,” Angelo taunted.
“God, Angelo, you’re so annoying. I was there, waiting, because I was jealous. There. Are you happy now?”
Angelo blinked at Yuri, momentarily thrown. “You were jealous? Shit, we were so young then. Nine. Ten? I can’t remember when I started sneaking out, but around then. I don’t know what to do with that information.”
Yuri gave his shoulder a light shove. “Not that kind of jealous, prat. You were playing with other kids. Not me.”
“Oh.” Angelo felt like he’d had the wind knocked out of him and that one syllable was the only thing he was able to say.
Yuri crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t really have a friend until Jacki came to school. You were the closest thing I had until her. But you weren’t even that. Not my brother, not my friend, you were just there. Always there. And always so fucking far away.”
The tone in his voice hurt Angelo’s heart. “Sweetheart.”
This time Yuri pounded Angelo’s shoulder with his fist. “Don’t you sweetheart me. I can’t…” He stopped, closed his eyes, and just breathed in and out for several moments. Under him, Angelo sat still as a statue, not wanting to make the slightest move that would spook Yuri like a frightened deer. Yuri cleared his throat, opened his eyes, and went on. “I’m just