Page 55 of Breaking Vincent
“Umh, leave it till tomorrow.”
Now that he's clean, I drop the bar of soap onto the side and just use my hands to stroke his skin and when his breathing gets heavier, I decide to drain the bath so I can get him into bed before he passes out in the water.
I help Vincent out of the tub and dry him off before leading him back to the bedroom, he slips under the covers and I walk into the hallway to grab the treats I brought up before.
I get into bed and unscrew the bottle of water and hold it to his lips, “Drink up for me.”
He drains over half of the water before I pull it away, not wanting him to get a stomach ache. Next, I pull the tray onto my lap and feed him pieces of fruit. He moans in appreciation when I slip a cut strawberry into his mouth, licking my fingers every time they touch his lips.
When the fruit is finished, he looks disappointed, but that quickly goes away when I hold up a square of chocolate. He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, patiently waiting for me to continue feeding him.
I’m glad I don’t skimp on food. I’m an easily pleased man, but good food is one of the things I truly enjoy in life.
Vincent hums when the dark chocolate begins to melt on his tongue and I just can’t help myself, I lean forward and slot my lips to his, enjoying the rich and slightly bitter taste.
His tongue tries to slip into my mouth, but in times like this, I like to keep things sweet. To help him come down slowly from the high, I don’t want to risk things getting sexual.
When I pull back, I continue to feed him the treat and when that's gone, I hold the water bottle in front of his mouth. He drinks it slower this time.
His eyelids are drooping, and after the fourth yawn I place our things on the bedside table and flick off the lights. I pull the blankets over our bodies and open my arms to him, he slides right up to me, pressing his face against my chest.
I close my eyes and relax. I can almost hear the questions starting to buzz around his head, but I don’t want him to worry about them until he's had some sleep.
“David?” His voice is low and quiet.
“Get some sleep, Tesoro. We’ll talk in the morning.” I press a kiss to his hair and after a few seconds I feel him relax into me. The feeling of having another person in my arms is something I’ve deeply missed.
We’ll be ok, I’ll make sure of it.
Usually, the first thing I notice when I wake up is how warm and cosy it is in my bedroom, the early morning sunshine filters into the room. But today, there's another type of warmth surrounding me.
When I open my eyes, I find Vincent's bleached locks laying across my chest, while his face hides in my armpit. I try to shuffle away, imagining the smell of my body odour isn’t too fresh this morning.
“Nuh uh, don’t move,” Vincent complains while shoving his face further into my pit, huffing and groaning. “Fuck, why do you smell so good?”
I laugh as I hold the back of his head, not pushing, just holding him to me. Pleased that he likes the way I smell.
When he pulls back his face is still dazed, but not as much as it was last night when we got home. I lay on my side so we’re facing each other.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good, really good actually.”
He smiles at me, his face is flushed and he has lines on his cheeks, either from the pillows or my body. Either way he looks cute.
He leans up and presses his lips to mine, morning breath be damned. I wrap my hands around his waist and drag his body to mine, shuffling together until he is sitting on my lap. I wish I took my boxers off last night, but not a chance am I breaking the kiss to remove my underwear.
It doesn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, his tongue licking into my mouth and I suck the hot muscle between my lips. He grunts as he starts to rock his hips, his ass rubbing against my boxer covered dick, as his cock smudges pre-cum against my stomach.
He pulls his lips away from my own and trails kisses along my cheek, making his way down my neck. Sucking and nipping at my skin. He swipes his tongue up my neck and to my ear, dipping inside and my whole-body shudders as I tilt my head, giving him more room.
He clamps his teeth down on my earlobe and I hiss through the bite of pain.
“As much as I enjoyed last night, I recall asking you to fuck me.”
I do remember the way he begged; I just didn’t want to push him to do too much too fast. “Um, did you?”