Page 44 of Karma Kitty Christmas
Luca tightened his mouth and wrapped one hand around the shaft, working them together while Isaac massaged his scalp, not demanding, just, Luca thought, appreciating.
He feltveryappreciated as he gave that blow job, listening to Isaac’s breathy moans, feeling his fingers in Luca’s hair, or cupping his cheek, or—oh God!—tracing his own length as it disappeared through Luca’s lips.
Luca could have done that forever, but Isaac’s noises were getting more urgent, and Luca knew he was close. He pulled off reluctantly and gazed up, giving his own sigh when Isaac cupped his face in his palms and met Luca’s eyes.
“How do you want to do this?” Luca asked breathily. His own cock ached with need, but tonight was Isaac’s.
“Bed,” Isaac murmured. “You inside me. It’s been a long, long time.” And with that he bent down, capturing Luca’s mouth with his own as Luca struggled to push up and take Isaac into his arms.
For a moment they kissed, bare body to bare body, and Luca felt a sort of moonlit hush around them. His name for watching Isaac knit came back to him.Magic hour.
These moments here, in each other’s arms, they were magic.
The kiss went on, and their feet moved of their own volition until they were sprawled on the sheets, the comforter kicked aside, their bodies and hands stroking in synchronicity.
“Lube,” Luca gasped, and Isaac reached for his drawer.
“Fresh bottle,” he muttered, and Luca took a moment to grin.
“Just for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Isaac said rawly. “I had to throw everything out. Apparently I forgot sex was even a thing for the last four years.” Luca startled at that number, but then Isaac said, “Hurry, dammit!” And he had better things to do.
Luca slid down his body, pausing for a moment at his cock again, to lick the bell and taste the fluid at the slit. Isaac keened, needing, and Luca pushed gently at his thighs, spreading him against the sheets, before he parted Isaac’s cheeks and ran slick fingers along his cleft.
“Oh my God,” Isaac breathed, and Luca thrust one finger gently in. Tight—so tight—and Luca had to breathe through his own arousal, take his time, slicking and stretching, and slicking and stretching, until Isaac bucked against the bed and moaned.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, Luca. I need this. I needyou. Please?”
And Luca was there, breaching him, thrusting inside slowly, slowly, while Isaac welcomed him, pushing against him, pulling him in.
Finally he was seated, and Isaac tilted his head back, eyes closed. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Oh yeah. God. Move. Do the thing. Please, Luca, do the thing.”
Luca’s stomach vibrated with his laughter. “The thing?” he taunted, rocking his hips, starting that primal rhythm that his body welcomed, singing with arousal, ramping with renewed need.
“The… oh God! That thing!”
Luca snapped his hips a little harder, suspecting that Isaac had probably loved a little harder, a little faster, in his wild days.
“That thing?” he whispered. “What’s the name of that—”
“Fuck me!” Isaac gasped, and if he hadn’t been breathless and wanting, Luca thought he might have screamed it, and as gratifying as that might have been, they were still sharing a house with Luca’s sister.
Luca thrust faster, harder, and Isaac’s gasps quickened, his quiet cries more urgent, his hands on Luca’s shoulders greedy.
“Yes,” Isaac managed, “yes… oh God…. Luca, I love… I love… I need… I need… oh please—please—yes!”
Luca felt Isaac’s climax, everything in his body bearing down on Luca’s cock, Luca’s cock radiating pleasure until sunlight streamed from his bones, from his skin, from his very being.
He closed his eyes, explosions dancing behind his lids as his climax rushed his spine, and he came, rutting inside his lover with all the possession and need and devotion in his soul.
The comedown was rough, each muscle group unclenching, his body relaxing breath by breath, until he collapsed against Isaac, who was making fluttery petting motions with his hands. Flutter, flutter, and Luca’s back was soothed. Flutter, flutter, and his neck. Flutter, flutter, and his chest was touched, and then his lower back, where he still arched, trying to stay in the haven of Isaac’s body.
“The thing?” he asked when he could breathe again. “Do the thing?”
Isaac closed his eyes, collapsing against the pillows. “It felt so lovely,” he murmured. “I couldn’t say fuck when it felt so good.”
“Mmm….” Luca nuzzled his ears. “You use that word more fluently than anybody I’ve ever met—unless we are actually fucking. That’s hilarious. I love that.”
