"You are crazy."
Arlen laughed, the tenseness that had been on his brow at the restaurant had faded completely, replaced with a familiar mischief. One that just knew how to boil his body in the right places. Setting him ablaze in this place where Ravi had always been honest with himself.
Their lips t and Ravi’s back landed on the wall, the back of his head was separated by the wall with a warm palm. Arlen kissed him thoroughly, carefully. Making long slow sweeps of his tongue then retreating until their lips touched. Kissed, Then back again to tangle together once more.
They had had sex so many tis, their lips had t in harmony over and over and yet Ravi felt each one as strongly as the last.
He could not tear his gaze away from Arlen. He never could. Never would. That warm, sinking blue.
The kiss that ca after was open-mouthed and unbound. Ravi lost himself in the weight of the body against his, the strong grip on his hips. The pleasure tugged at him and he did the sa, nipping at Arlen’s lips as his hand trailed up his stomach.
"Ravi!" Arlen’s voice was the voice of soone scorched both parched and burning.
His throbbing heart drumd even louder and he responded with a barely audible, "Mn."
"Ravi," Arlen once again called him, kissing his nape. Every ti he spoke a word, his breath would scald Ravi, his body trembled slightly in response and he could not help but tilt his head to the side with a soft gasp.
"Did you run here every day after work so that you can paint ?" His eyes glead with a light smile.
Arlen licked the ear that had turned red and then kissed it gently.
"Shut up!"
Arlen laughed, "When I think about it, I can’t help it. Love, I want to fuck you here."
The juxtaposition of the gentle nickna and the rough words that ca right after made Ravi dizzy. Arlen was always like this, both soft and hard, rough and gentle, which made it difficult for Ravi to concentrate. Especially now, especially now when he wanted to feel Arlen as much as Arlen wanted to feel him.
Arlen kept smiling at him faintly, his smile so alluring that he was unable to look away, only capable of staring at him in a daze.
His body was burning hot and everywhere Arlen touched had flas buried underneath his skin, flas that could easily burn his mind down.
Arlen had moved over to the other side of his neck, "Love you." He murmured ever so close and Ravi could feel the breath blow into his ear and all the way to his heart, it was so warm, this warmth might incinerate him.
Arlen’s hand suddenly moved, gradually feeling his way down his abdon. Through the layer of clothes, it silently pressed on his erection and Ravi instantly shivered all over, closing his eyes as he couldn’t help a moan from escaping his bruised lips.
Their eyes t and Ravu watched as Arlen’s tongue traced the inside of his lower lips, as if he was still tasting their kiss again. Tasting him again while his hand was still pressed against him.
Ravi’s eyes darkened and Arlen grinned, kissing him again before pulling away long enough to relish Ravi’s disappointed murmur before he bent to drag his lips along Ravi’s jaw. Ravi’s head fell back and Arlen lavished attention along Ravi’s neck, slowly working his way back up to trace the shell of Ravi’s ear with his lips, tasting the lops with a flick of his tongue.
Ravi groaned and his fingers began to make a ss of Arlen’s button. The two of them disappeared, appearing in the next second on the soft brown sofa in the painting studio.
Arlen shrugged his shoulders to slip off the top, "Can you Arvada kadara the clothes?" He whispered his voice heavy with desire.
Ravi fought the urge to tell him that not only was he saying it wrong but it definitely did not an what he thought it did. However, he kept it in his green book to use for another ti.
The clothes between them disappeared and Arlen’s heavy erection ground against Ravi’s. The two of them groaned as they clutched each other closer, tighter, and took a slow, dirty grind. Arlen’s breath stuttered hot and unsteady in Ravi’s ears.
He sucked a dark mark into Ravi’s skin, biting and then sucking it. When he released the abused spot, it was already dark red and Arlen wanted to do it again. And again. He wanted to leave a million marks on the immortal being that claid his heart and soul.
"Fuck! You are so beautiful. Utterly divine." There was no lube so Arlen pulled Ravi’s buttocks apart and exposed his tight, puckered hole. He licked his lips and looked up at Ravi, he gave his hole a firm, long lick.
"You...What are you doing?"
"There is no lube." Arlen said wickedly, "This way is faster."
Ravi’s eyes widened and he groaned, trembling as he held onto the sofa. Arlen smiled, he repeated the actions several tis over, and then circled the tip of his tongue over the firm muscles, feeling it flex beneath his insistent tongue.
"Arlen...Arlen wait..."
Ravi could feel his entire body trembling and his face was fully flushed.
Arlen just let out a chuckle against his hole, the vibration causing Ravi to shiver.
Like the sensations were not enough, Arlen spit coated the hole and then blew cool air over the heated slick skin.
Ravi was on the sofa and yet felt like he was falling or drowning. He let out a sound that was not a moan and yet not a groan, it sounded more like a whimper.
Lowering his head again, Arlen dug his fingers into Ravi’s legs, keeping them pushed against his chest, keeping them spread as far apart as he possibly could. He plunged his tongue right into Ravi’s hole, forcing it past the tight muscle, forcing his sphincter to give way and allow him to slip inside.
Ravi could feel his eyes water as he whimpered. Arlen was relentless, rcilessly thrusting his tongue in and out, teasing the extrely sensitive bundle of nerves around Ravi’s entrance. The tight ring of muscles quivered and loosened further and Ravi moaned louder.
He gave up and begged, "Arlen...please."
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