Page 40 of Drink Up, Darling
Athens winked as he pushed the door wide open. “Of course I did, I knew I’d have to before I touched you.”
Hands all over your body.
Holding you.
Kissing you.
“Just get inside,” Dariel demanded, his eyelids feeling heavy. He couldn’t take this any longer.
Athens served a hungry grin. “Oh, so demanding.” Then he pulled Dariel into the room with him and slammed the door behind them, pushing Dariel up against it, hand clasping his shirt front.
Dariel had a handful of seconds to process the room was lit by a dim, golden chandelier and a collection of fake candles dotted around before Athens’ breath was on his skin, his lips so close to pressing to his neck.
“You’re such a tease, you know that?” Athens breathed into Dariel’s ear, pulling their bodies together.
Dariel rolled into the pressure against his chest, back arching off the door slightly. “I’ma tease?” His brow quirked up.
Athens stood back to take in Dariel’s whole body as if he was a canvas on display, before lifting his hands to delicately unclasp all the necklaces around Dariel’s neck in silence. Dariel savoured the touch, closing his eyes and letting himself relax. Once his neck was bare, Athens moved away and placed the pearls and thin chains gently on the cabinet beside them.
“You, coming in and looking at me with those bright blue eyes, hair styled like that, tight high waisted trousers leaving very little to the imagination.” Athens’ eyes flitted down to Dariel’s crotch, causing Dariel’s cheeks to heat up and he instinctively threw a hand in front of himself.
“They fit perfectly fine when I left the house.” He gulped, eyes blazing into Athens’.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Athens said, cocking his head slightly as if he were still inspecting Dariel like a Greek statue in the centre of a gallery.
Dariel did as he was told, fingers fumbling down the buttons as Athens stepped forward, hunger and desire raging in his glacier eyes. The taller man pressed their heads together as Dariel looked up through his lashes.
“Nah, ah! Not all the way.” Athens grabbed at where Dariel’s hands were halfway down the shirt, clasping them tightly, pulling them away from the fabric and slowly lowering them. Athens reached an arm out to cup Dariel’s neck; their foreheads parting slightly as the pair of them panted into each other’s mouths.
“Don’t untuck it yet, I want to push it over… there…” Athens whispered, brushing Dariel’s half open shirt over his shoulders so the skin of his chest and the tops of his arms were fully exposed beneath Athens’ gaze. Goosebumps ran over his flesh as Athens leaned down to hungrily kiss his neck and Dariel fully melted into the sensation, letting Athens hold him up. A strained moan escaped his lips as Athens licked and sucked; letting his full, berry lips trace the skin across Dariel’s collar bone, pressing in hard at the hollow of his throat where the clavicles met. Dariel tipped his head back in fevered ecstasy, resting the back of his skull against the door frame as Athens wrapped an arm under his shirt, encircling his bare back. The contrast of warm and cold sent a chill of pleasure down his spine as the other man pulledtheir bodies close, right arm around his neck, holding his head up with fingers curling tightly into the white-blond waves at the base of Dariel’s head.
‘Kiss me.’
‘I am, darling.’Athens’ mouth had continued to wander across the top of Dariel’s chest.
‘My lips. Eat my lips.’
“Gladly,” Athens said, looking into Dariel’s eyes, pupils blown wide, lips parting as he breathed heavily before devouring Dariel’s mouth entirely.
Teeth and tongues clashed and locked, Athens pulling Dariel tighter to his chest as Dariel wrapped both arms around Athens’ neck and they were rocking together, Dariel’s shirt naturally coming untucked from his trousers as they melted their bodies into one, every perfect shape of Athens’ body slotting into Dariel’s.
Neither of them wanted to unstitch their arms from each other, so Dariel did his best to shrug his shirt further down his arms until he could let it pool around the crooks of his elbows and his waist, cold air hitting his back as he did so. Athens’ warm hands had already started tracing the lines of his shoulder-blades before he even had a chance to feel any discomfort.
‘I’m so hungry.’
‘I’ve been starved for too long.’
They stumbled forwards as Dariel forced more weight into the connection, a mass of stolen breaths and un-beating hearts. Dariel combed his fingers up through Athens’ silky black and red hair, digging his nails around the roots, their lips still locked.
‘The best meal I’ve had in a while.’Athens swallowed one last breath from Dariel before letting his mouth roam back down pale skin, Dariel tipping his head back and arching backwards over Athens’ arm that still held him close, fingers pressing into Athens’ shoulders as he let out a cry.
Dariel shuddered under the touch, forcing his weight forward even more to press Athens into the chest of drawers behind them, wobbling them slightly and knocking something from the top. He could feel the quirk of Athens’ mouth against his skin as he pushed back.
‘Careful there, darling, we don’t want to wreck the place now, do we?’
Dariel couldn’t think, he was miles away in some sea of midnight silk. Eyes dreary, lungs empty.
“Touch me, touch me, touch me. Hold me, Athens,” he panted out his pleas. Athens grumbled a laugh from the back of his throat as he worked his way down to the waistband of Dariel’s trousers, undoing the rest of the shirt buttons, allowing Dariel to fully escape from the fabric and throwing it to the floor out of the way.
