14. Sweet surrender -1

~ VINCENT ~

Soft kisses trailing down the slope of his neck, followed by soft bites and nibbling woke Vincent up from a deep slumber. His eyes fluttered open, his lip slightly parted as he tried to discern his surroundings.

The inside of the room was dark, the curtains still covered the window but there's the soft line of dawn behind it. When Vincent finally regained his bearing, he lightly pushed Dimitri who's trailing kisses along his jaw off him.

“Go away.” He breathed out, his palm hovering over his mouth.

“Good morning to you too.” Dimitri replied, his voice dark, low and husky.

“I…I… move away, I need to do my morning rituals.”

Dimitri chuckled, pulling Vincent's hands away from his mouth. He gave him a small peck and leaned back, allowing Vincent to stand up.

As Vincent placed his foot on the floor, he winced and turned back to Dimitri with his brows raised.

“Are you—”

“ —Don't even think about it.”

Dimitri said, interrupting him. “It must always be in you for at least two hours a day.”

“I—I slept with it yesterday. And… it's not comfortable.” Vincent grumbled, adjusting his free pants as he stood up.

Dimitri stretched, grabbing a remote on the bed side table.

“Are you sure it's uncomfortable?” He asked as he pressed the button on the remote which made Vincent shudder, a moan slipping past his parted lips, his head tilted back.

“Je…sus.”

“Are you sure it's uncomfortable?”

“I—nooooo…”

“Good boy.” Dimitri praised.

Vincent shot him a glare, his body visibly relaxed as he walked towards the attached bathroom. Minutes passed before Vincent slowly walked out of the bathroom. Dimitri lifted his gaze from the remote that's still fixed on his palm and assessed Vincent.

His blonde hair looked less messy, and there were droplets of water on his face. His standing posture is a little bit unusual too.

“You need to learn to walk without making it too noticeable.” Dimitri said, getting out of the bed and he approached Vincent.

Vincent flinched, his eyes darting to his naked chest. “It's bleeding.” He pointed out which made Dimitri shift his gaze to his tattooed chest. His wound had opened, and there was a trail of crimson on his chest.

“Y—you should leave for the hospital.” Vincent said, his gaze lingered on his chest a little before he moved it to his face.

“Is this how you treat visitors?” Dimitri asked, his gaze fixed on his chest as he used his index finger to wipe the trail of blood.

“Visitors? No. Cocky visitors? Yes.”

Dimitri only smirked as he walked past Vincent and opened his bedroom’s door, stepping out. “What about breakfast? Or cocky visitors don't deserve that too?”

Vincent followed him as he walked towards the kitchen island. “I have custard. You can take it with fruits then go to the hospital after. Or, what do you want?” He asked, moving towards one of the drawers.

Dimitri approached him from behind. “You…”

Vincent turned to him, his eyes widening like saucers. “You promised!”

“I don't remember doing that.” Dimitri said, burying his nose in the crook of his neck while he inhaled his scent.

Vincent turned red, digging his fingers into his shirt. “I— go away.”

Dimitri spared his fingers a glance. “Your body language says otherwise, Signore Mio.”

“I—I—”

Dimitri interrupted him with a hard slow kiss before releasing his bottom lip with a pop. “I'm having you for breakfast. Or…” Dimitri leaned back. “Don't you want to get rid of me as soon as possible?” He asked, his dark eyes holding his blue-green ones.

Vincent tensed, his face turned shades redder and he nodded even though his face was scrunched in confusion. Dimitri smirked internally and resumed his assault on his lips.

Vincent tried to keep up with his savage pace but to no avail, and soon enough, he surrendered. He surrendered to his desires, his traitorous heart, and to him.

Dimitri carried him and Vincent's thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried him towards the island all the while, not releasing his lip.

He pulled back, breathless. “No touching okay?” Vincent stilled before he nodded absent-mindedly, wanting him to resume his sweet assault on his lip.

Dimitri shook his head at his dazed eyes as he slowly pulled out his trousers’ belt. He took Vincent's hands behind him which made his eyes widen. Acting oblivious to his panicked look, he used the belt to tie his hands behind him.

Vincent let out a shaky breath, trying to pull free. “Don't do this…” He begged in a breathless voice.

“Shhhhhh, surrender Signore Mio.”

Vincent gulped and closed his eyes as Dimitri's lips latched onto his nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, using his teeth to nibble on it softly while Vincent writhed against the Island.

The whole place was filled with low hums of pleasure, gasps, and pains of pleasure mixed with sucking sounds.

Dimitri leaned back, a trail of saliva connected his lips to Vincent's nipple as he took in Vincent's disheveled figure.

“How does it feel?” He asked, his fingers rubbing his pink swollen lips, breaking the saliva that looked like a thin rope.

But Vincent didn't reply. Instead, he still has that dazed look on his face.

Dimitri's hand snaked to his neck and he squeezed it lightly. “Does it feel good, Signore Mio?”

“Y—yes.” Vincent said in a breathless voice.

Dimitri nodded, pleased.

“Hop down.” He commanded and that seemed to do the trick by dispelling the haze clouding Vincent's gaze. He hopped down, his legs wobbly but he steadied himself.

Dimitri dipped his middle finger into his waistband. “We are going to pull this down, okay?”

Vincent gulped but nodded, his tongue peeked out instinctively to wet his lips but that didn't escape Dimitri's gaze. He groaned and crashed his lips on his again, his relentless kiss had turned more aggressive.

“You little tease.” He groaned against his mouth which made Vincent peel his eyes open in confusion before he closed it again so as to feel it more deeply.

All the while, Dimitri slowly slipped his trousers off him, leaving Vincent naked before him.

He stepped back, admiring his body. Vincent shuddered, his cheeks turning redder as if he would combust. His dick stood erect pointing at the ceiling.

‘Y—you should take yours off too…” He murmured, his gaze fixed on his feet.

Dimitri smirked as he slowly pulled his own pants down. “Sure Signore Mio.”