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Luca took Andrew’s bandana off his face, lowering it onto his neck, and grabbed Andrew’s cheeks to kiss him slowly and deeply. Andrew’s firm hands gripped his pants, trying to take them off.
„Not yet,” Luca breathed into his lips, the warm breath lingered on Andrew’s chin. „I want to savour you a little bit longer.”
Luca kisses him once again, tasting the taste of tobacco as he presses his tongue against Andrew’s. Kreiss’s hands wandered up, sneaking under his shirt, touching the hot skin. His fingertips slowly made their way to his nipples just to pinch them and roll between the fingers.
After the long-awaited surgery, Luca didn’t have much feeling in them, but appreciated the gesture nevertheless.
„Andrew.. say something..” he purred, rubbing his knee over Andrew’s crotch. „Always ready to talk, now you are awfully quiet..”
Andrew’s breath hitched as he felt the pressure. He could feel his trousers growing tighter; he wanted to rip Luca’s clothes immediately, to take him here right now, at this moment.
It was hard to stay patient.
Luca took off Kreiss' leather jacket, throwing it on the floor. He unbuttoned his golden vest to see the white shirt slightly covered in sweat. It was glued to the pale body, showing the outlines of his muscles.
„It’s unfair,” Andrew finally managed to croak out. „You are still fully covered.”
„Hold your horses, cowboy. We are just getting started.” Luca said in a low voice.
He kissed Andrew once again and unbuckled his golden buckle. The trousers fell to the floor with a loud thud. Balsa moved the other man’s shirt up, revealing his white happy trail and slowly moved his hand inside his boxers.
He pulled them down right to his knees and started stroking Andrew’s cock. It was already half-hard, growing heavy in Luca’s hand.
Luca grimaced softly because of the hard friction. He opened the nearby nightstand and took out a bottle of lube, spurted it onto his hand and came back to stroking. He made sure to pay attention to the head; he circled it with his thumb.
Andrew’s breath grew heavier and louder. He gripped the bed tighter, spreading his legs a little wider. A wide smirk crept on Luca’s face.
„You are adorable with that blush, you know. You should blush more.”
Andrew hissed under his breath, and Luca suddenly stopped. Andrew’s cock was already touching his stomach, leaking pre-cum. Luca hummed and pushed Andrew onto the bed.
“I don’t want you to come just because of simple stroking.”
“God, you are such a tease.” Kreiss groaned, but he sat in a better position, resting his back on the backrest and looked at Luca stripping himself. His cowboy hat slid a little from his head, but he didn’t move it away.
The cuts on Balsa’s chest have healed long ago, but the scars won’t fade. None of them cared - they were like Luca’s legacy, and Andrew made sure to worship him every time he could.
“Saying God’s name during sex? Isn’t that a blasphemy?” Luca crawled back on the bed and outstretched his hand to take out a new box of condoms from the same nightstand.
Blasphemy or not, Andrew didn’t care.
“You are prepared,” Andrew stated, watching Luca take the foil off with his teeth.
“Mm. Maybe I’m a little inpatient, too.” He carefully rolled the condom on Andrew’s penis and, spreading his already wet pussy lips, slowly slid onto it.
He gasped in Andrew’s mouth as the older man leaned into the kiss. Luca cupped the back of his head and rolled his hips as Andrew’s cock hit the right spot, causing them both to moan. Kreiss moved his hands down Luca’s back to grab his buttocks and squeeze them tightly.
Luca pulled away, put his hands on Andrew’s arms for better stability and began to move his hips much faster. The unpleasant burning was slowly fading away, making room for greater pleasure. Andrew hid his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, nibbling and hardly sucking the already scarred skin. Luca grabbed the rim of the hat and put it on his head instead.
“Fuck,” Luca breathed out as his hips met with Andrew’s. “You really are inpatient.”
“It feels so good,” Andrew murmured. “A pity that you don’t know how well you feel around, ah, me..”
The older man slid his hands down Luca’s thighs, massaging his hips, and while one stayed right on it, the second one moved even lower, the thumb brushing his sensitive clit. Luca gasped at the sudden sensation, his hips jolting towards.
Balsa pushed Andrew onto the bed, so he was lying flat, and pressed his hand to Andrew's chest as if trying to keep him down; then he held the top of the hat with his other hand.
“Yee-haw or whatever the cowboys say.”
Andrew pierced him with those red, ruby eyes and burst out laughing.
“What? Why are you laughing?” Luca slowed down.
“Because it’s funny. Didn’t know you were into a roleplay that much.”
Luca shook his head and came back to the faster pace.
“Weird. We’ve been together for so long, and you don’t know things like that?” The inventor teased. “I will try to engrave it in your memory forever.”
“Oh? Is that a challenge, cowboy? ”
“Mm, maybe.” He gasped as Andrew pressed his thumb harder to his clit, moving up and down.
The next few minutes were a complete silence. Both of them breathed heavily and rapidly, droplets of sweat gathering on their foreheads; the sound of slapping skin and sucking body fluids filled the room. Luca didn’t take his hand from the hat, keeping it tightly on his head. Andrew was still pressed to the bed, but he didn’t even think about moving - he enjoyed the sight.
Luca’s tanned skin, decorated with Lichtenberg’s figures, glistened in the weak daylight, his greyish eyes shining with love, or maybe they were just tears? His chapped lips were slightly open, with the single fang poking the bottom one, the scars under his nipples, a faint happy trail under his belly button, disappearing in trimmed pubic hair, made Andrew’s face soften.
This was the sight he wanted to savour, the sight he NEEDED for surviving, and the sight he loved.
He grabbed Luca’s arm off his chest, pulling the man closer. Luca gasped at the sudden thug, feeling the shivers run down his spine as Andrew hid under the hat’s brim and whispered into his ear.
“Maybe you will take a little break from riding, cowboy? I can take the lead.”
“N-no,” Luca moaned, the stern persona suddenly disappearing. “You can’t finish before me.”
Andrew hummed as Luca quickened his pace, throwing his head back and moaning into the ceiling. Kreiss rubbed his clit once again just to feel Luca’s hips shake on him as he cummed hardly, still clenched around his penis. Luca covered his mouth, but Andrew quickly took his hand off and chased his orgasm.
When he came into the condom, Luca took the hat off and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. He slowly got off from Andrew’s now softening cock, and on trembling legs, kneeled on the bed, just to fall with his face down the pillow.
Andrew brushed the hair from his cheeks, smiling softly.
“A little intensive, huh?”