Chapter Two

Silence enveloped the room once more as Ivan understood that the man was waiting for him to reach a higher level of desire. A level that would have him begging for the man to take him to heaven.

"Are you ready for more?" asked the man, his voice trembling. "Would you like me to slide another finger into your pussy? You know, I don't like calling it a hole when it comes to you. I prefer calling it pussy, my pussy."

"Please," Ivan moaned, closing his eyes and complying with the desperate request. "More. Give me more."

"I would do anything for you," the man whispered just before his hot breath caressed Ivan's sensitive area. Holding his breath, Ivan anticipated the touch of the man's tongue on his testicle. Unable to wait any longer as the pleasure surged within him, Ivan thrust his hips up, pressing his hole against the man's lips.

The man silently urged Ivan to let go, to release himself against his lips, his teeth. Ivan's body strained to reach the pinnacle, and with each thrust against the man's hot wet tongue, the man's fingers relentlessly thrusting, Ivan dove into an earth-shattering orgasm like never before.

Every inch of his body trembled under the onslaught of pleasure. Finally, the man poised above him, his hazel eyes burning with desire, his jet-black hair partially obscuring his face, making it difficult for Ivan to see him clearly, even from such a close distance. Yet, Ivan knew who he was. He felt so familiar, yet very strange. The body he had once known felt strange. His perfume invaded his nostrils, that familiar perfume that had been his favorite ever since he had recommended it to him.

Like a colossal figure, he hovered over Ivan, who felt as fragile as a delicate flower in his presence. This familiar man, who had been invading Ivan's dreams for the past two months without any explanation, possessed undeniable power. His aura commanded attention, one that Ivan had never felt or witnessed before.

Looking up at him, Ivan noticed his sharply defined jaw, the sharpest he had ever seen. It seemed capable of slicing through paper effortlessly. His plump, powerful lips were curved like a bow, enticing and red. Ivan longed to taste them, and so he lifted his head to kiss the man. However, the man skillfully averted it, allowing it to land on his cheek.

Drawing one taut nipple into his mouth, the man pressed the thick head of his penis against Ivan's wet and open core, causing Ivan to arch in anticipation.

"Not so fast," he murmured, as he engaged in a savage kiss with Ivan, fulfilling Ivan's desires and rendering him breathless, as if it were his birthright. It was evident that the man possessed ownership over Ivan, his body, and soul. They both understood this truth.

Ivan yearned for nothing more than for the man to thrust his hardness into his tight hole, to ravage him with intensity and strength, leading to an explosive climax.

His thumb caressed Ivan's nipples, simultaneously pinching them, which caused Ivan's legs to spread wider, revealing his drenched state to the man's intense gaze.

Drawing closer to Ivan, the man sensually sucked on Ivan's sensitive hole, his lips sealing tightly around the dark entrance, making Ivan question if he was even breathing. Ivan screamed, writhing on the bed, unable to touch the man as he tightened his grip on Ivan's nipples.

Afterwards, he continued to suck, bite, and flick along Ivan's testicles. Ivan observed his cum soaking the man's chin, witnessing the most erotic scene he had ever encountered. The man eagerly consumed it, licking and ensuring that Ivan was thoroughly cleansed with his hot tongue. However, instead of quenching Ivan's desire, this act only heightened his arousal.

He released Ivan's legs, taking off the shackles from his ankles. "Place your legs on my shoulders," the man commanded, patiently waiting for Ivan to comply, causing Ivan's legs to spread even further apart.

Moaning, Ivan felt the man's relentless sucking, tormenting his sacred spot and awakening all of his desires. "Your sweet essence is absolutely irresistible, Ivan. I cannot stop tasting and exploring you over and over again," the man murmured before sealing their lips together, allowing Ivan a taste of himself.

His hands firmly squeezed Ivan's buttocks, meeting him halfway, while his sizable erection pressed forcefully against Ivan, asserting his dominance through a captivating kiss that sent shivers through Ivan's entire body. And this time, Ivan was on the brink of release, so close, so very close...

The reverberation of the blaring alarm filled the room, jolting Ivan from his submerged fantasy. The bed sheets beneath him clung damply to his twisted body, with his arms elevated above his head and legs splayed provocatively.

It was precisely the position in which he found himself restrained in his vivid erotic dream. A wave of disappointment enveloped him, as he realized that it was merely another explicit iteration of the recurrent desire that had seized control of him for the past two months. That enigmatic man.

Here he was, lying with Ivan. Engaging in uninhibited and fervent lovemaking that encompassed all the taboo acts Ivan could never confess to desiring in reality. Yet, within the realm of his arms, Ivan knew it would be an extraordinary and sublime experience.

After weeks of longing, there was but one thing Ivan yearned for: why couldn't his dream progress to the moment when the man actually penetrated him? The point where he claimed Ivan entirely as his own.

For then, at least, Ivan believed that he would truly comprehend what it felt like to be intertwined with him even in his dreams. To have himself be intimately connected with him.

However, Ivan was acutely aware that enduring the absence of this man, even within his dreams, and his desire not fulfilled was the price he must pay for what he had inflicted upon Shawn Maddox ten years ago during college.