15. Sweet surrender -2

~ DIMITRI ~

He slowly slipped his trousers off, his gaze fixed on Vincent, savoring his reaction. This isn't the first time he will see his manhood, but this is the first time he will really see it so, to Dimitri, his reaction was everything.

After taking off his trousers, he pulled his top off, his muscles flexing. Gathering the top in his hand, he slowly used it to wipe the blood trailing down his belly.

Vincent's shaky hand rose, poking his chest, near his shoulder where the wound was. “Or… do you think we should just… like… postpone it?”

Dimitri shook his head, his hand grabbing Vincent's. “No. Or, do you?”

Vincent's throat bobbed up and down but he whispered, “No.”

Dimitri nodded, his thumb lightly grazing his swollen lips. “Good boy.”

Then, his mouth crashed onto his again. He slipped his tongue into his warm mouth, savoring his taste. Their tongues coiled in a graceless dance, each fighting for dominance until Vincent gave up with a sigh.

After some minutes, he left him panting and trailed kisses down his jaw. He bit and nibbled on his skin, making sure to leave his mark. Vincent craned his neck, giving him more access. His only replies were small sighs and moans.

Dimitri sucked on his ear again before moving to his nipples and giving them equal attention. Suddenly, Vincent's closed eyes snapped open, his hand pulling Dimitri back which made the latter give him a questioning look.

Vincent gulped, looking all flustered.”Have you…ever done this before?”

Dimitri sighed, stepping back to rake his fingers through his inky black hair. “Does it matter?”

“I… I just want to know.”

Dimitri exhaled. “I have. Why are you asking an obvious question though?”

“I— just curious…”

“Are you satisfied now?” Dimitri asked, taking in his features.

Vincent nodded, stepping towards where Dimitri stood. He stood on his tiptoes, wanting to seal their lips together since his hands were bound. Dimitri also leaned closer.

Dimitri groaned, kissing him back. He sucked his lips hard before he released it with a small pop. “Where did the confidence come from?” He asked with a smirk.

Vincent turned shades redder as he fixed his gaze on his feet but Dimitri used his index finger to lift his chin.

“Answer me.”

“I…” He gulped. “Like erase those…” He trailed off, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Dimitri's lips pulled up into a grin. “Like make me forget my other sexual escapades?”

Vincent bit his lips but nodded nonetheless which made Dimitri burst out laughing, the sound rich, dark, and melodious. Vincent turned stone-like, his eyes fixed on his face, trying to ingrain the sound of his laughter which is as rare as an eclipse into his mind.

“You are so cute, do you know that?” Dimitri asked, his eyes raking round his face before he leaned in and kissed his nose.

“I like cute, flustered Vincent.” He added, his hands wrapping around Vincent's still erect cock.

“Ffuck…off.” Vincent breathed out, a shiver running down his spine.

“Your body says otherwise, Signore Mio.” Dimitri whispered, bringing his hips closer as he stroked them together, leisurely pumping his fist.

Suddenly, he stopped and that pulled Vincent back to reality as he shot him a glare.

Dimitri only smiled sweetly, his fingers started to rub small circles on the pinkish head of Vincent's cock. “You will be a good boy and do something for me, okay?”

Vincent nodded, his head tilted back. Dimitri pulled him from his sitting position and changed their position with his butt pressing against the kitchen's island and Vincent standing before him.

“Kneel.” He said.

Vincent gazed up at him in confusion but obeyed his command nonetheless. His knees met the white tiled floor, his face directly facing Dimitri's crotch.

He spared it a glance, gulping loudly as he peeked at Dimitri from under his lashes, his tongue nervously peeked out to wet his lips.

Dimitri fisted his cock while his other hand grabbed Vincent's head, pushing his head closer to his cock. “You will take it like a good boy okay?”

Vincent nodded as he opened his mouth. “Ca—can you untie me?”

“No touching, remember?”

Vincent gulped again, opening his mouth to protest but Dimitri gave him no chance to do that as he slipped his cock into his warm mouth, the warmth eliciting a moan from Dimitri.

“Suck.” He hissed as he started moving his hips slowly.

Tears pricked Vincent's eyes as he struggled to keep up with his pace which is slowly becoming wild. His cock slipped in and out of his mouth while he tried to keep his mouth hollow afterall, he knew what happened the last time he used his teeth.

Dimitri moved, making sure his cock hit the back of the throat despite the gawking sounds coming from Vincent, despite his small mouth not covering half of his cock.

“Good boy.” He whispered, his head tilted back as he fucked his mouth.

Saliva trailed down Vincent's mouth, making his cock move more freely. The room is filled with the sounda of sloppy sucking and groans.

Vincent blinked through tears, his eyes fixed on Dimitri. Perhaps, it was in a moment of courageness or foolishness, but he shook his head.

Dimitri sifted his gaze to him. “What?”

Vincent slipped his mouth away from the cock. “Remove your hand… please.” He whispered, his own voice sounding foreign to him.

With a doubtful gaze Dimitri removed his hand from Vincent's blonde strands. Then, Vincent slowly kissed his cock whiche made Dimitri hiss. Meanwhile, his own cock was slowly leaking under him.

Vincent trailed kisses down his long robust length before he opened his mouth wide and slowly took in his length.

He sucked the tip with his tongue while his head bobbed up and down, his tied hand not giving him access to the control he really wanted.

“Ffuck.” Dimitri groaned, his hands flying back to Vincent's head. Vincent stopped, and Dimitri looked at him, eyes dazed.

“Remove your hand.” He blatantly ordered.

Dimitri chuckled but he removed it nonetheless. However, his fingers grasped the island's edge tightly as Vincent resumed his administration.

Minutes passed. Vincent leaned back, panting. “What's wrong?” He asked, his eyes fixed on Dimitri's cock which was still standing erect despite him sucking it hard.

Dimitri chuckled. “You probably don't think a blow job will make me cum right?”

Vincent gulped, but nodded.

Dimitri chuckled. “Naughty boy.”

He drew him us, his fingers rubbing his sore lip. “Where did you learn to suck like that. Or…” he trailed off.

Vincent turned shades redder as he shifted his gaze away from Dimitri's piercing one.

“Have you been browsing through porn—?” He asked, an infuriating smirk on his face.