Attu Sicondu / Deuxieme Acte
Capitulu XVI. U Ritornu
Polo and Noah were still fast asleep when I woke up, the three of us cramped into the queen‑size bed. It was early, but I had no desire to linger there any longer.
I showered, got dressed, and doublechecked that I hadn’t forgotten anything before placing my suitcase in the corridor. Then I returned to the bed, leaned over Polo, and kissed his forehead. He winced in his half‑sleep, and that was enough of a goodbye.
“Morning, Ben. How did you sleep?” I asked cheerfully as I walked downstairs.
“Not bad, considering I had to wait for you guys to stop moaning.” He shot back with a knowing smirk. I smiled, grabbed a glass of water, and emptied it in one go.
“Would you drop me at the station?”
“Already?” Ben frowned. “I thought your train wasn’t until eleven.”
“I still need to get my brother a present.” I shrugged.
“Oh. Well, I doubt much will be open; it’s Sunday.”
“Maybe, but it’s the last Sunday before Christmas. I’ll find something.”
“You might be right.” Ben conceded, getting up and grabbing his keys. “Should we wait for Polo?”
“No need. I already said goodbye.”
After Ben dropped me in Ajaccio, I wandered through the city for a while and found a gift for my brother. The sun was out, but apart from the Christmas market and a few open shops, there wasn’t much to do, so I headed to the station early.
It was my first time taking the Micheline, the Corsican train, and I was struck by how tiny it was, almost like a miniature train from a theme park.
We snaked our way up the lush valleys and cliff edges for about two hours, climbing toward the snowy peaks, before finally reaching Corte. The temperature had dropped sharply; my light coat was clearly not enough. I shivered as I stepped out of the station, scanning the parking lot for Clément.
“Max!” I heard him shout from afar.
I turned, smiling as I spotted him leaning against his car, and walked toward him.
“How was the trip? Not too queasy?” He asked after kissing me and giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze.
“No, surprisingly not.” I said, remembering my last bus ride to Corte, when I’d nearly thrown up on the way.
“Good. Let’s grab something to eat on the way.”
Clément was strangely quiet on the drive to his place. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against his thigh, eyes fixed on the road even when I tried to catch his gaze. The radio played softly, some local station with Christmas ads every few minutes, but he didn’t seem to hear any of it.
Once we sat down to eat, the uneasiness lingered. He moved around the kitchen with a kind of distracted precision. I wondered if it had something to do with Ange, even though I hadn’t seen him, the possibility of him appearing at any moment hung in the back of my mind.
I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to press him, and the fatigue from the trip was still weighing on me anyway. So, I let the silence settle between us, hoping that whatever was pulling at him would loosen on its own as the day went on.
Clément finished his yoghurt in silence before finally looking up.
“You want to head out for a walk in the city later?” He asked.
“Sure.” I shrugged, not very convincingly.
“Unless you don’t want to, of course.” He added, picking up on it immediately.
“What were you thinking?”
“Well… I thought that…” He hesitated, eyes drifting away from mine. “There’s this girl I’ve been seeing for a few months. I thought maybe we could hang out, and you could meet. Properly.” He finally met my gaze, watching me almost nervously.
“Oh. I…” The surprise widened my eyes before I could hide it. I remembered him being close to a girl the last time I visited, but the whole Ange situation had overshadowed everything. I hadn’t considered they might still be together.
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be today.” He said quickly, almost bashful in a way I couldn’t quite place.
“No, it’s fine.” I replied a little too fast. “Tell you what; why don’t we meet later this afternoon, after I’ve had a nap? We can play board games and cook dinner together. You have board games, right?”
“Yeah, we do.” He nodded, frowning slightly as if thinking it through. “Alright. I’ll call her and ask. Sounds good.” A small, tentative smile appeared. “Okay, you can nap in my room. I’ll ask her to come by around four.”
“Perfect.” I smiled back, gathering our empty plates and carrying them to the kitchen.
It wasn’t the alarm I’d set that woke me, but laughter coming from the living room. I surfaced slowly, still half‑stuck in that post‑nap fog that makes everything feel slightly off.
I listened for a moment, trying to place the second voice with my brother’s. It didn’t take long to recognize Ange’s deep tone.
I sighed and headed to the bathroom. Cold water on my face helped pull me back into myself, enough to look presentable for the evening.
When I walked into the kitchen, Clément was putting groceries away. Ange stood beside him, leaning against the counter mid‑conversation. Our eyes met; he froze for a second, just long enough for Clément to notice and look up.
Ange glanced at him quickly, then finished his sentence without acknowledging me. The awkwardness amused me more than anything, and I walked over.
“Hey!” I said brightly, leaning in to kiss Ange’s cheeks. He cleared his throat and stepped back, trying to be casual and not quite managing it.
“How was your nap?” Clément asked, still focused on the groceries.
“Good. I needed it.” I put a hand on his back as I passed, then headed for the sofa. “When is… uh… your friend arriving?” I asked, realizing halfway through that I didn’t know her name.
“Marina.” He said, shaking his head with a small laugh. “She should be here in about half an hour.”
“Right.” I nodded as if I’d known all along. “Anything I should know before she gets here? Topics to avoid? Things you don’t want me revealing about you?” I teased.
“Nothing comes to mind.” Clément said, rolling his eyes with a hint of amusement. “Just be your usual weird self.” He added as Ange snickered.
“Hey, I’m not weird!” I protested, tossing a cushion at him that he dodged easily.
“Of course not.” He said, deadpan, exchanging a grin with Ange.
“Come on, let’s do a Mario Kart race before she arrives. You look like you need to relax.” I teased mischievously.
“Alright, let’s go.” He grabbed the cushion I’d thrown and dropped onto the sofa beside me. “Kicking your ass will get me in the right mood for board games.” He added, nudging me with a side glance.
Marina arrived shortly after our third race, and we switched from Mario Kart to board games. Clément pulled a generous assortment of sweet snacks from the cupboards and grabbed Dixit; one of my favorites. We used to play it a lot as a family, so I suspected he’d chosen it on purpose. For Ange and Marina, though, it was new.
The daylight faded quickly as we played. The atmosphere loosened; Clément relaxed after his initial stiffness, and the four of us settled into an easy rhythm. I wasn’t sure why he’d been so tense about this. I’d met Marina months ago and thought she was perfectly fine, so I didn’t expect any trouble now.
Marina was a nice girl, if somewhat unremarkable. She wasn’t witty or subversive, and she didn’t seem to have much interest in being either. There was nothing wrong with that, but she didn’t show any particular complexity or depth. She struck me as a straightforward product of her environment; pleasant, polite, predictable.
Most of my brother’s friends shared that quality. They didn’t question much, intellectually speaking; things were the way they were, and that seemed enough for them.
I loved my brother. Clément had mostly been good to me, and all I expected from him was support, loyalty, and warmth, which he gave without hesitation. But I also knew that if he weren’t my brother, I’d probably see him as another handsome but fairly basic guy.
Of course, I’d never say that to him or to anyone. And as I looked at Marina and offered her a friendly smile, I wondered if I was just being an egocentric asshole. The answer was probably yes.
“Okay guys, it’s time for me to start preparing dinner.” Clément said, placing a hand on my shoulder with a smile.
“Can I help?” Marina offered, already getting up before he could answer.
“Sure.” He said warmly. “You two want to play Mario Kart in the meantime?” He added, looking at Ange and me.
“Nah, it’s fine.” I said.
“Okay…” Clément hesitated, glancing between us. His reluctance to leave us unsupervised was almost funny, but I kept it to myself. He let out a small grunt and headed to the kitchen.
The kitchen was open to the living room, and he and Marina took their place behind the counter, pulling out ingredients for whatever they were cooking.
I turned to Ange with a mischievous smile and shifted closer on the couch. He raised his eyebrows and shot a panicked look toward the kitchen, which made me chuckle.
“Relax, I’m not going to rape you.” I laughed under my breath.
“Max! Not here!” He hissed, which only made me grin wider.
“Not here what? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re wicked, you know that?” He shook his head, amused. “Anyway, how was your trip to Ajaccio? What were you even doing there?”
“I was visiting a guy. A hookup I’ve been seeing these past months.” I said, taking a sip from my glass.
“Really?” Ange’s eyes widened. “And Clément knows that?” He nodded toward the kitchen, where the two of them were cooking with their backs turned.
“Yeah. He was actually there the day I met Polo.” I said with a smirk. I leaned closer and lowered my voice. “I asked Clément for his permission to go to Polo’s place and get fucked by him, and he gave me his blessing.”
“You’re kidding!” Ange murmured, deep‑voiced, shocked, and clearly turned on.
“Not at all. Ask him one day if you have the balls.” I smiled provocatively. “I even shared my location with him. I was out there getting absolutely wrecked by this random guy he’d chatted with at the bar a few hours earlier, and Clem was alone in our hotel room, looking at his phone, probably picturing it.”
Ange exhaled, eyes locked on mine. I glanced down, he was rock hard, his jeans tenting obscenely. I smirked again, and he grabbed a pillow to cover himself.
“I can’t believe he’d let you do this.” Ange gulped.
“You know how persuasive I can get.” I said with a soft tone, my stare plunged in his and a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Clément loves me, he wouldn’t deny his baby brother some fat, hard cock, would he?”
“I wish he’d let you have mine too.” He answered with a deep animalistic voice.
“Guys, can you pick the plates and dress the table?” Clément called from the kitchen, making Ange jump with surprise, pulling him out of his trance.
“Sure, coming!” I joyfully answered, getting up and throwing Ange a knowing smirk.
“You really are something else, you know that?” Yanis shook his head with an amazed chuckle as I told him how I’d teased Ange on the couch a few days earlier.
I had come back to Porto‑Vecchio with my brother the next day, getting ready to spend Christmas with our parents.
“I know. But you should’ve seen his face.” I laughed, sitting on the floor with my back against his bedframe, a PS4 controller in hand. “How was your Christmas Eve, by the way?”
“Same as usual. Nothing crazy to report.” Yanis shrugged, unenthusiastic. “I’m looking forward to the New Year’s Eve party now.” He added with a grin.
“I really can’t see why.” I sighed. “It’s going to be exactly like the dozens of parties we’ve already done at Bastien’s place, just with a countdown.”
“Yeah, well, I like those parties.” Yanis laughed, nudging me with his foot. “And I suspect you like them too.”
“They’re okay. Nothing to look forward to, though.” I shrugged. “Your cousin will be there, I assume?”
“My cousin?” Yanis frowned. Then it clicked. “Oh. You’re going to have to stop calling Gianlucca ‘my cousin’.” He said, suddenly serious, which made me burst out laughing.
“Why not? He is your cousin. Embrace it.” I said, still laughing as he shook his head, annoyed.
“I don’t know if he’ll be there, and I don’t care either.”
“I always knew you weren’t a family guy.” I teased, earning a scoff.
“Not everyone is lucky enough to fuck their sibling’s best friend and get away with it, I guess.” He shot back, a smirk breaking through his usual seriousness. “Boom! Take that, sucker!” He shouted as he killed my character in the game.
“Such a cheat!” I groaned theatrically. Yanis raised his eyebrows in mock offense and gave me a judgmental side‑glance.
I’ve always liked Christmas. We spent time together as a family; playing games, walking along the empty, windy beaches, going to restaurants and doing all the things we never had time for during the rest of the year.
Still, by the end of the holidays I was getting bored and looking forward to the new year. This last year of high school couldn’t end soon enough for my taste. I spent a lot of time online looking at flats in Toulouse, wandering through the streets on Google Street View and imagining what it would be like to live there. It was a bit ridiculous, really; I would have the whole summer to do that properly once the final exams were done and, hopefully, I had my acceptance to Capitole University.
Polo texted me a couple of times. Sometimes it was just a crude message and a dick pic, nothing more. The day before New Year’s Eve, though, he asked how I was doing. When I didn’t answer, he followed up a few minutes later to ask if I was sulking.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he realised that whatever we had was over, and that I was done with him. And when that moment came, I expected him to react. Polo had always seen me as a toy he could play with; sooner or later he would realise the toy had stopped cooperating.
“Do you have a ride back home, by the way?” Clément asked as he pulled over in front of Bastien’s house, dropping me off on his way to his own party.
“Not yet.” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “But don’t worry, I’ll find something.”
“Are you sure?” He insisted, frowning slightly.
“Yeah.” I replied with a reassuring smile as I pushed the passenger door open.
“Okay. Call me if you need one anyway.”
“Thanks. Have fun tonight, and take care!” I said before closing the door behind me.
The cold hit me immediately. The wind was coming straight from the Gulf, sharp enough to make me shiver. From inside the house I could already hear the music thumping through the walls.
I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
“Oh, hey Max!” Bastien exclaimed as he opened it. “Damn, you’re elegant tonight!”
“Well, it’s now or never, right?” I laughed, kissing him on the cheeks before stepping inside.
The house was already pretty full. Julien and Marion were dancing in the living room, and I spotted Ugo and Gianlucca by the kitchen counter. Yanis wasn’t there yet, so I grabbed myself a drink and went over to join them.
“Hey! Look who’s here!” Julien called out, hugging me from behind just as I kissed Marion on the cheeks.
“Zeus, Julien! It’s not even ten yet and you’re already tipsy!” I laughed, turning around to greet him properly.
“I’m not tipsy!” He protested defensively as I raised an eyebrow. “Okay… maybe a little. But we got here two hours ago! And Bastien had already opened the champagne!”
“Whatever. Just try to pace yourself until midnight at least.” I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Yes, mom!” He answered, squeezing me in his big rugby player’s arms while Marion laughed at his boyish enthusiasm.
“Anyway.” She said once Julien finally let go of me. “Where’s Yanis? Did he come with you?”
“No, but he shouldn’t be long.” I shrugged, not sounding very convinced myself.
Almost on cue, the doorbell rang.
“Oh, that might be him.” Julien said, glancing toward the entrance.
But when Bastien opened the door, Antonu and Vanessa appeared in the doorway instead.
His arm rested loosely around her shoulders, his bike helmet dangling from his other hand. He was wearing a black denim jacket with a white wool collar. Our eyes met for a brief second while Vanessa leaned in to kiss Bastien on the cheeks.
His stare was hard, steady. We held it for a moment before he looked away and stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and nudging his girlfriend toward the bar.
My mood soured instantly, although I couldn’t quite explain why. I should have been used to it by now. It had been months since our last encounter, and every time we crossed paths he gave me the same hostile look.
Still, watching her cling to him irritated me more than it should have. Every time she touched him, every time she leaned in to kiss him, it felt like a small act of aggression.
“I need another drink.” I said curtly before walking away.
I was pouring myself some champagne when Ugo and Gianlucca appeared beside me with their usual insufferable smirks.
“Why so sour, Pinzuttu?” Gianlucca snickered. “Your boyfriend dumped you?” He shot Ugo a complicit glance.
“Fuck off, Giovanonni. I’m not in the mood.” I replied through clenched teeth, focusing on my glass so I wouldn’t have to look at his stupid smug face.
“Ouch!” Ugo snickered. “Looks like we hit a nerve.”
I slowly raised my eyes to him, my smile thin and cold.
“You look like the one who needs a boyfriend more than I do, Bartoli. At least Gianlucca has the balls to be an asshole when he’s on his own. I’ve never seen you even look my way without a big stocky guy standing next to you.” I tilted my head slightly. “What’s the matter, princess? Scared?”
“You fucking fag, I don’t…” He spat, his face turning white with anger.
Before he could finish, Antonu stepped in from the side and pushed him aside with an effortless motion, one hand briefly pressing against his chest while he shot him a sharp warning look.
“Right.” I scoffed. “Go hide behind your friends, loser.”
I shook my head with contempt and turned on my heel, heading back toward the dance floor.
“Are you alright?” Julien asked, his voice tinged with concern.
“Hmm?” I frowned. “Oh. Yeah. Just Ugo and Gianlucca being assholes as usual.” I smiled and patted his arm reassuringly.
“Those two will never change, will they?” Marion said, rolling her eyes.
“Assholes…” Julien muttered under his breath.
“It’s not that deep, guys, but thanks.” I chuckled before grabbing them both by the hand. “Come on. Let’s dance.”
The music was loud; I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything else. I danced, Marion and Julien around me, their bodies bumping into mine. I refilled my glass once or twice, but mostly I just moved, letting the beat drown out my thoughts. I tried not to look around too much, not wanting to spend the evening thinking about him, but it didn’t stop his image from slipping into my mind now and then.
“Looks like someone’s having fun!” A deep voice said in my ear. I turned with a big smile.
“Hey, handsome!” I exclaimed, hugging Yanis. “Where have you been, it’s almost midnight!”
“It’s barely past eleven.” He laughed, amused. “Are you drunk?”
“No, maybe two cups of champagne.” I chuckled, tapping his chest. “I’m just a little lightheaded. Probably the dancing.”
“I never knew you liked dancing so much.” Yanis said. “Let me get us a drink and I’ll join you.” He winked, tapped my arm, and walked off. I watched him go; then my eyes caught on something else.
Antonu. His arms around Vanessa. Swaying together in slow motion.
I stared, a mix of envy and irritation tightening in my chest. He looked back at me. Vanessa had her back turned, oblivious, but he held my gaze; steady, deliberate. His hands moved over her body while his eyes stayed locked on mine, provocative, daring me to react, daring me to imagine he was ever mine to claim.
“Another cup of champagne for His Highness.” Yanis said, snapping me out of it.
“Oh, thanks.” I said, taking the glass.
“Are you okay?” He asked, suddenly unsure.
“I’m great. Let’s dance.” I lied, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. I closed my eyes again, forcing myself back into the music, breathing in Yanis’s familiar scent like an anchor.
I felt emotional, and I wanted to punch myself for acting so fucking dumb. I tried compensating by acting extra jovial, but I suppose it was so out of character that I just looked drunk; and I probably was, though not really on alcohol.
Yanis didn’t say anything, but I saw the way he looked at me. He’d noticed. He stayed close, dancing beside me, grounding me with his presence. I was almost ready to give up and go home when the countdown started.
“Five… four… three… two… one…”
“Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year, Max!” Yanis exclaimed, pulling me into his arms and kissing my cheek. “This is the year we move to Toulouse and start anew!” He said with a bright smile.
“It is!” I answered, my eyes suddenly watery as I hugged him back.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked softly. “It’s not like you to be emotional.”
“Maybe I just had too much to drink. I’ll stick to soda from now on.” I said with a tired smile.
“Happy New Year, guys!” Julien shouted, throwing his arms around us. He was obviously wasted, but still his usual adorable self.
“Guys, I need the bathroom.” I said after a while, needing a moment away from the crowd. I headed up the large staircase and climbed to the second‑floor bathroom.
“Oh… sorry, I…” I froze as I stepped inside and saw someone washing their hands. Of course it was him.
Antonu turned, raising his eyebrows with that stern, judgmental stare.
“I see you still haven’t learned how to lock a bathroom door.” I said dryly.
“And I see you’re still looking for a fight tonight, Pinzuttu.” He shot back. “Is that because your boyfriend couldn’t show up?”
“There is no boyfriend.” I said, meeting his stare. “Polo wasn’t my boyfriend. And we’re done anyway.”
“Yeah, I get the impression you don’t keep them very long.” He said with contempt.
“It’s difficult when they always have a stupid girlfriend to ruin it all.” I spat. “When they want you to commit, to be theirs and theirs only, but all you get in return are crumbs.”
“If you say so.” He muttered. He held my gaze for a moment, then moved toward the door. A surge of adrenaline hit me and I leaned against it, blocking his way.
“Why?” I asked, defiant.
“Why what?” He replied, annoyed.
“Why do you need me just for yourself?”
He looked away, anger flashing in his eyes.
“I don’t like to share.” He gritted. “Now move.”
“No.” I stood my ground. “You don’t get to be the only one making the rules. Not with me. You want me to accept your terms? Then tell me what I get in return.”
“We had this conversation months ago. You gave me your answer. Now get out of my way before I make you.”
“So what? If I accepted your stupid deal right now, you’d just tell me to fuck off, is that it?” I stepped closer, anger rising.
“You’re not accepting anything. You’re just whining about how unfair it is that I don’t let you fuck other guys behind my back.” He snapped. “How many times do I need to say it? I’m not sharing. I’m not compromising. You’re either mine or you fuck off. Now MOVE!”
“I WANT TO BE YOURS!” I shouted back, shoving him. “Don’t you fucking understand? Don’t you see the way I look at you? What part of your thick skull thinks this is about me wanting to fuck around? But what about me? I have to share! I have to stay in the shadows and wait for your call while you spend most of your time with her?”
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“Exactly. And that makes me nothing.”
“What would you have me do?” He said, shaking his head. “You can’t be that oblivious! You know where we are!”
“In the fucking Middle Ages, apparently.”
“Corsica might mean nothing to you, but it’s my life. My heritage. It’s in my blood. I have to play by the rules.” He said firmly. We stared at each other, tension thick, before he sighed and reached for the door.
I grabbed his hand before he could open it. My throat tightened.
“This has to be a two‑way street. At least to some extent.” I said, my voice softer. “If you have to play by the rules, fine. But I don’t want to be a distraction you use when you’re bored.”
“You’ve never been a distraction.” He said, serious.
“What we’ve had until now… it’s not enough. You understand that, right?”
“I do.”
My heartbeat quickened.
“Then I… I guess I can accept.” I said, hesitant but sincere.
“You guess?” He repeated, stern.
“I accept.” I said, firmer.
“You accept what?” He pressed, stepping in front of me, practically pinning me against the door.
“I will be yours. And yours only.” I whispered, flushed with embarrassment and something else I couldn’t name.
He leaned in, took my chin, and lifted my face. Then his mouth was on mine, and the noise from the party vanished. All I could feel was the heat of him, the weight of his hand, the way he held me still. I closed my eyes and the tension in my chest loosened all at once.
“I’ll drop Vanessa at her place in about an hour.” He said in a murmur after breaking the kiss, grabbing the handle and opening the door.
“Then I’ll come back to pick you up.”
My hands were freezing, and I was shivering on the back of Antonu’s bike as we sped through the night.
I held on tightly, my chin resting on his shoulder while the wind slapped my face. It felt surreal. I kept replaying our fight in my head, trying to understand how we’d ended up here.
But I knew the truth, even if I didn’t want to admit it. This was a mistake; just one I was committed to making. I had never wanted anything the way I wanted Antonu, and I couldn’t turn my back on that. The Gods had decided things would be this way, and I was jumping straight into the lion’s mouth.
I closed my eyes, sighed, and held him tighter.
I recognized the road leading to his father’s hunting lodge, where he’d taken me before. The bike slowed and stopped in front of the wooden house.
I climbed off and removed my helmet as he cut the engine. The sudden silence was almost jarring; the headlight died, leaving us in darkness and peace except for the wind howling through the trees.
Antonu walked to the door, pulled out his keys, and unlocked the lodge. I swallowed hard and followed him inside, my heart beating fast.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked, unscrewing a bottle of red wine.
“No thanks. I already had quite a lot tonight.” I said quietly, sitting hesitantly on the couch. “It’s so cold in here.”
“I’ll turn on the heaters.” He said, pouring himself a glass. “My first of the night.” He added with a restrained smile.
“Happy New Year, by the way.” I said softly. There was a tension in the room; not hostile, just a heaviness that wouldn’t lift.
He poured me a glass of water and sat beside me, raising his cup while looking straight at me.
“Pace e salute.” He said in Corsican.
“Do you come here often?” I asked, glancing around the austere but spacious living room.
“Only during hunting season.”
“So, these are real?” I asked, pointing at the guns mounted on the walls.
“Yes, but they’re not loaded.” He said with a faint smirk. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you tonight.”
“Yes, that would be a lot of explaining to do, given how much DNA you’ll leave in me.” I shot back. He shook his head.
“There wouldn’t be a body to find. Don’t worry.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” I chuckled. “But I think you’re mistaken if you believe I’d go that easily.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t plan on you going anywhere then.” He said, suddenly serious.
Our gazes locked. My smile faded.
He set his glass on the heavy wooden table and stood. He gestured for me to follow and headed to the bedroom.
Inside, he pushed me against the wall; my back hit the wooden panels. He leaned in and kissed my neck, making me gasp and close my eyes.
I slipped my hands under his sweatshirt, and he shivered at the touch of my frozen fingers on his skin. I had missed the feeling of him, the solidity, the warmth of his muscles.
His breath was hot against my neck, his lips brushing my skin and sending goosebumps down my arms. I melted under his touch as he slid my jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
I gripped his back harder; my legs unsteady as he stripped away the last of my resistance. With my eyes closed, I could feel every movement, every shift of his body, and breathe in his scent like something I’d been starving for.
I was his now, I had consented and accepted it long before I even admitted it to him or to myself. As he browsed my body with his hands, I realized it felt natural. No one but him could have claimed me, and no one but me had the right to claim him, regardless.
I pushed him back and kept pushing until he had to sit on the bed. I then took off my shirt and tossed it behind me, unbuttoned my trousers and let them slide off my thighs. I offered myself to him as he stared hungrily.
I straddled him and he placed his hands on my butt, still concealed by my boxer briefs. I closed my eyes and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck, our noses rubbing together as our tongues danced. He tasted like red wine, which I hated, but for some reason it didn’t bother me this time.
He wrapped his arms around my back and rolled me over, pinning me against the mattress under him. Being crushed under his weight made me feel safe and wanted, and I sighed with content, buzzed and in my own world.
Suddenly, Antonu straightened up and aggressively peeled his sweatshirt off. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and lifted me in his arms. He positioned me at the centre of the bed and lowered me on the mattress, placed my legs on his shoulders and started kissing my neck.
He pressed his bulge against my butt and I exhaled with pleasure. He hooked the waistband of my briefs with his fingers and slowly removed it, my bare skin now directly rubbing against his jeans.
Naked, offered to him whom was only half undressed felt deeply intimate, and I looked at him with half closed submissive eyes. His animalistic hunger was obvious in his gaze, and my mind was completely empty.
He smiled at me and untangled himself from my legs. I was confused for a second until he manoeuvred me on my stomach, my face directly against the mattress. I heard his jeans being unbuttoned and tossed next to the bed, then, he grabbed my butt cheeks and parted them.
I gasped when I felt his tongue on my hole, his warm breath against my skin. He probed the entrance before kissing it and plunging his tongue inside. I clutched the sheets, wincing with pleasure, my hard cock softly rubbing against the mattress.
I lost track of time, but when he stopped, my hole was wet and ready for what I knew came next. He shifted and spat on my pussy, rubbing his hard cock against it to lube it, before he started slowly pushing forward.
His cock was thick and hard, as it stretched my hole, I felt a shiver browsing me. Soon, he was fully inside of me, his chest pressed against my back and his lips brushing my earlobe.
He stayed there for a minute, the time for me to accommodate him, before slowly pulling out and slamming it back in, his heavy balls slapping mine. I groaned, gripping the sheets tighter, and he started pounding me.
He rested his forehead against my nape, his hand on my hips to gain leverage, as he fucked me harder and harder. I was whimpering, unable to form coherent words, my cock leaking like a faucet, hypersensitive.
He started dropping wet kisses against my burning neck, his fingers digging deep into my skin as his cock pummelled though. I was dizzy with lust, the echo of his slapping balls filling the room on top of our moans and grunts.
A pearl of his sweat fell on my back, his body just as drenched as mine. He grabbed my wrists in his hands and pinned me, doing push-ups over me.
He was getting close, I could hear it in his breathing, more erratic, his grunts deeper in tone. I was so focused on his pleasure and impending orgasm that I didn’t realize that I had gone beyond the edge too.
I suddenly felt warm and light and moaned as the hypersensitive tip of my cock rubbed against the fabric below me. The first spurt of cum leaked from my cock and my pussy twitched. My ball sack tightened and I drenched the mattress, Antonu’s cock pushing deeper inside of me.
He thrust in me one more time and grunted, his lips by my ear, as his massive cock twitched inside of me. He was out of breath, staying inside of me for several long seconds, breeding me, before he finally relaxed and released my wrists.
He collapsed on top of me, still firmly sheathed inside, and hooked my chin. He approached my face slowly and kissed me gently, his other hand caressing my skin as I nested closer, in the warmth of his arms.
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