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Allan had zero experience with sex. He wasn't going to be hypocritical enough to say he had never felt desire or the urge to have sex, especially after meeting Santo; that desire had only intensified. He had already given himself pleasure thinking about the big guy, but that was in the dark of his room, and most importantly: alone.
He wasn't stupid; he knew Santo's gaze was one of desire, and he understood what the older man expected from him, which terrified him. What if he did something wrong? What if he didn't do what Santo expected him to do? What if he did something Santo didn’t want him to do? What if the enchantment Santo felt for him vanished once Santo discovered he was bad in bed?
Allan had so many debts and insecurities that his mind wandered among them for a while, until he felt Santo’s hand gripping his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. Like magic, all the doubts he felt turned to dust.
He watched Santo slowly lean towards his face and thought he would finally be kissed. But Santo diverted course and nestled into the curve of the younger man's neck, inhaling the strawberry scent that wafted from him, as if he needed it to live.
Santo wove his fingers into Allan’s curly hair, pulling gently to the side, exposing the neck more fully and brushing his lips against the soft skin of the younger man.
Allan couldn't help but release a moan of pleasure at this new sensation.
"Wow, what a delicious moan. Moan for me again, sweetheart, hmm."
Looking at the smaller figure, Santo understood everything; he was going to draw more moans from Allan by exploring every sensitive part of his body. He felt good knowing he would provide this pleasure to Allan—it would be his first and would make it unforgettable. But for that, he had to control himself; how could a moan be so exciting? Allan’s moan had brought Santo to a level that many women had to sway to achieve. The power that this little guy had to turn Santo on was a danger.
Thinking about that, Santo couldn’t hold back any longer and claimed Allan’s lips in a kiss full of desire and need. Allan was shy and hesitant, but gradually he warmed up, wrapping his arms around Santo’s neck, who deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the younger man's mouth, receiving yet another sweet moan in exchange. He pulled Allan’s body closer to his own, kissing his mouth, neck, and ears—Allan merely moaning and sighing with the many new and pleasurable sensations he was experiencing in that moment.
Santo wanted to see more of the body that had kept him awake for so long; he broke the kiss, holding the hem of the younger man's shirt, looking him in the eyes as if asking for permission. Allan merely nodded, wanting to go all the way, to enjoy everything about that moment.
Santo lifted the younger man's shirt, seeing his tanned skin, flawless and soft, with a smooth little belly. Santo thought he would die if he didn’t touch him. He wanted to leave that skin marked with his teeth, and so he did, planting kisses and hickeys all over the smaller man's chest and abdomen.
Allan couldn’t control his mouth anymore, which knew only how to moan in response to Santo's touches on his body. Santo pulled away and looked him up and down with such desire that Allan felt like the sexiest man in the world. The older man was fixated on Allan's chest, and without warning, he captured the younger man's nipple, making him think he would melt from so much pleasure.
Santo only saw that little pink bud, begging to be sucked; he couldn’t think of anything else. He wanted to taste that part of Allan's body and skillfully fulfilled his desire, sucking, nibbling, and squeezing Allan’s sensitive spot. He felt the younger man’s body trembling with desire, which fueled him further. Allan’s moans were driving him crazy; he had to grip Allan tighter because his trembling legs couldn’t support him any longer. This left Allan even more at Santo’s mercy, who had lost his reason a long time ago.
Santo reached for the smaller boy’s behind and squeezed hard, one hand clutching the ample flesh while the other gripped his waist. Santo felt like he was in seventh heaven.
Until the phone rang, shattering the mood and bringing Santo back to reality. Reluctantly, he let go of the boy, furious at the person who dared to interrupt this moment. It was good to be important, or today a funeral would take place in the hills. He answered the phone, allowing all his anger to show.
"Is the hill being invaded, or are you dying, Jotape? Because if not, I swear I’ll knock you out!!!"
"Chill out, man, I’m just calling to say I got a private tutor for the little one."
"Why do I get the impression this is an excuse for you to chase after skirts?"
"That’s exactly it! And the best part is we both benefit"your little one learns while I get closer to my princess. It’s the perfect plan! Now go back to your fun, hahaha.
"Son of a bitch!"
Jotape hung up, and Santo was calmer now. As much as he wanted to go all the way with Allan, he knew the boy wasn’t ready yet and didn’t want to ruin everything by rushing things. They still had to talk about a few matters. In the end, Jotape's interruption had been necessary.
Allan, who had sat on the bed trying to regain his strength, listened with an amused expression, finding the friendship between the two great. He liked Jotape, even though he felt furious every time the dark-haired man called him “the little one.” God, how he hated that nickname, which only made Jotape use it more often just to see the small boy throw a fit.
At this point, Santo had already taken a seat in the chair by the vanity. He wanted to go over to Allan, but it still wasn’t safe for them to be so close to a bed.
He called Allan and tapped his knees twice, hinting that the boy should sit on his lap. Allan didn’t think twice; it was always like this when Santo used that authoritative tone. It wasn’t bad—not at all—it was quite sexy, actually.
Once seated on his big guy's lap, Allan looked attentively at Santo, who seemed serious.
"Little one, do you know what everything I just told you and what we did a little while ago means?"
The smaller boy seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts. Santo found it cute, but he needed to be clear.
"It means that from this moment on, I’m yours and you’re mine. I promise I’ll take care of you and do everything I can not to hurt you, but I’m not perfect, and I might mess up sometimes, so be patient. Do you want this, little one? Do you want to be mine faithfully?"
Allan felt his heart warm with happiness.
"Of course I want to, big guy! I want it a lot; I really like you."
"I like you a lot too, little one, but dating me won’t be easy. I have many enemies, and as much as I want you to be free and go where you want, I can’t let you go out alone. You have to promise me to always let me know where you are going and always go with one of the men I trust to look after you. I don’t have much to ask of you, just two things: don’t lie to me and don’t betray me, and I promise to be the best man in the world for you and treat you like the prince you are. Starting tomorrow."
"What?"
"Tomorrow you will start having private lessons to learn how to read and write. Do you want that?"
Allan didn’t know there could be so much happiness in the world. Santo really cared about him and was concerned about his studies. He wanted to learn so badly and was determined to dedicate himself fully to it.
He wrapped his arms around Santo's neck and showered the bigger man with kisses while thanking him. Santo laughed at Allan’s happiness and had to admit he was very happy too.
In a burst of boldness, Allan kissed Santo’s lips, and what was meant to be a gentle kiss turned into something urgent and full of passion. Using the little common sense that was left, Santo pulled away from the kiss and looked at Allan.
"Little one, don’t be cruel. I’m doing my best to keep myself in check here, so please help me out, okay? We’re going to do this and much more, but for that, you need to be ready, so let’s take it slow, alright? I promise it’ll be perfect."
The implicit promise in those words stirred a million expectations within Allan; he knew that Santo would claim him wholly, for Santo had already possessed his heart for quite some time. All they could do now was wait, and as our great contemporary philosopher Cristian Gray would say, "Anticipation precedes pleasure."
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