Page 8 of No Man's Land

“In that case…” Josef rose and began to unbutton his tunic, slipping it off and taking a moment to drape it over the back of the chair to keep the camera safe.

When he turned back around, Alex was standing up and captured his face with both hands, bringing their lips together again. This time, the kiss was accompanied by a frenzy of unbuckling and unbuttoning as they half staggered, laughing towards the bed. Finally, Josef kicked off his trousers and socks and Alex swept off the covers, revealing white sheets and plump pillows.

Alex was glorious naked. Dark hair dusted his chest and limbs, his body virile with the muscular strength of an active man. His prick was full, hard, and ruddy.

Josef felt wiry by comparison, though he could hold his own in a fight—and frequently did. But Alex seemed to like what he saw, running his hands over Josef’s chest to his shoulders, then down his arms and back to his waist. “Beautiful,” he murmured, pulling him in. “And this?” His fingers closed around Josef’s prick, thumb running over the head. “My mouth’s watering.”

Josef returned the favour, sliding his hand around Alex’sprick, relishing the silken strength and the way Alex’s eyes half closed, heavy-lidded with desire. “Get on the bed,” Josef said. “On your back.”

Alex complied, lying spread-eagled and unashamed amid the pillows, one hand lazily stroking himself. “Come on then,” he said. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m watching,” Josef countered, giving his own prick a little attention, enjoying the way Alex’s eyes darkened further. Oh yes, Alex liked what he saw. Good. So did Josef. He wished he could snap a picture, capture those debauched aristocraticfeatures in the warm gaslight, the play of shadows over his fine arms and shoulders. Impossible, of course, but tempting.

He gave his prick a slow tug. Tempting too, to draw this out, to make Alex wait a little longer, but the truth was that Josef didn’t know how long he’d last. It had been an age since he’d had this much fun. He moved closer, crawling onto the bed between Alex’s spread legs, smoothing his hands along his muscular thighs. He liked how it made Alex quiver, little shocks that rippled across his belly and made his prick twitch. Perhaps it had been a long time for him too.

Alex was uncircumcised, and Josef enjoyed watching the head of his prick peek out from beneath his foreskin. It would be sensitive, he knew. Very sensitive. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over that exposed flesh, and Alex sucked in a sharp breath and clasped the base of his stand.

“Jesus, the sight of you,” he said harshly. “Do you have any idea what you look like, with that hair and those eyes? And that bloody sinful mouth.”

Josef smiled, kept his eyes on Alex, and bent to suck him. Because, yes, he knew exactly what he looked like. He was no fool.

“Jesus, fuck, and all the saints,” Alex whispered, quivering with the effort of not moving. “I’m afraid this might not last long at all.”

“I know the feeling,” Josef said, his own prick painfully hard and his climax already beating its wings in his ears. “Let’s try this.” He moved, turning himself around and straddling Alex’s body.

“God, yes,” Alex growled, seizing Josef’s hips in both hands.

Josef leaned down, this time taking the head of Alex’s cock into his mouth and groaning as he felt hot lips close over his own prick. And fuck, but Alex had a clever mouth and a bloodygenius tongue. Not to mention those fingers, caressing his balls. It was increasingly difficult to concentrate on his own end of the business, opening his throat and swallowing Alex down.

They carried on like that for a few misty minutes until Josef felt his climax begin to boil, and Alex’s cries got louder as he thrust helplessly into Josef’s mouth. By unspoken consent, Josef pulled up and off, rolling over to lie panting on the bed next to Alex.

Too soon, it was too soon to end it.

After a few moments, Alex sat up. His lips were pink and glistening, his hair wild—as if he’d been clutching it—and his eyes were dark as midnight. Bloody gorgeous.

“You’re a fucking angel,” Alex growled. “Better than an angel.”

Josef laughed. “Is that a god?”

With a grin, Alex pounced, their mouths crushing together in a kiss that tasted of musk and sex. Legs and bodies tangled and tussled, wrestling for dominance and release. Josef flipped him at the last moment, sliding his slighter frame over Alex’s broader body and then sat up, straddling his hips. “I want to watch you,” he said, his voice like gravel, like someone other than himself.

Alex nodded, lustful as Josef took both their pricks in one hand, slick and hot, and began to work them together. After a moment, Alex joined in, threading their fingers, controlling the pace. It was a beautiful agony to be held on the cusp—almost, almost, almost there. Josef could feel his release building, coiling in his thighs and belly as he watched Alex tense, back bowing, mouth falling open as their hands kept working. And then Alex cried out, loud enough to wake the whole bloody house, and a stream of white erupted over their joined hands, his face flushing in a wild rictus of ecstasy.

God, it was perfect.

As Alex’s boneless hand dropped away, Josef was free to hit his own pace, and a moment later, his climax detonated. He unloaded with the force of a fucking howitzer, striping Alex’s chest. And then the world went blank, and he barely managed to slide sideways, fighting for control of his wobbly limbs before he collapsed in spent relief onto the bed.

Next to him, Alex started chuckling, his hand landing heavily on Josef’s hip. “Bloody hell, that was marvellous.”

“I hope your landlady’s deaf,” Josef said, laughing too. “You were making a right bloody racket.”

“No need to worry about that.” After a while, he sat up, examined his belly, and made a face. “Excuse me.”

Josef watched, too languid to contemplate moving, as Alex strolled naked across the room and disappeared through a door Josef hadn’t even noticed. A private bathroom? The sound of running water confirmed it, and a few moments later, Alex returned wearing a silk dressing gown. Well, of course he bloody well did. “Stay,” Alex said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take supper with me.”

“Supper?” Josef levered himself up on one elbow. “That’s not very discreet.”

Alex waved that away with one hand. “Nobody will care, I promise.” He leaned across the bed and pressed his lips to Josef’s bare shoulder, kissing it lightly. “We’ll recover our strength and then…” His dark eyebrows twitched. “Round two?”

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