Theo was laid out before him atop the sheets, gilded with sweat and candlelight. Luca watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest like storm surges, drawing his hand down through the short, coarse curls there, his skin warm and soft beneath his touch. He traced a path over his stomach, which fluttered at the touch. Theo arched into Luca’s hand as he continued down to press fingertips into the taught muscle of his leg, thumb finding the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
Theo was beautiful. He truly was. Luca could give every coin he had to see the greatest wonders of the world, and never lay eyes upon anything half as beautiful as the way Theo’s body shuddered when Luca at last began his work with careful, deliberate strokes. A soft, decadent moan escaped Theo’s lips as Luca tightened his grip and worked the length of him, supporting his weight with one hand against the crest of Theo’s hip.
Luca watched with rapt attention as Theo drew long, elegant fingers down the length of his own body, digging fingernails into tender flesh. Reaching his hip he slid his hand beneath Luca’s, lacing their fingers together, and Luca felt a tightness form deep in his belly.
Luca had dreamt of Theo like this, flushed and hard and wanting. He had craved it as a dying man craves absolution. Yet he hadn’t so much as allowed himself to achieve his oven pleasure at the image in solitude. Another man in another life may have called that shame, but Luca knew the truth of it now, here, in this moment. It was simply that now matter how carefully constructed or indulgently imagined it would have been, it would barely have achieved a mere shadow of the sensation he now felt at having Theo beneath him, biting back small gasps and moans as Luca brought him slowly and deliberately towards the precipice.
“Fuck, Luca,” Theo breathed, his back arching and the crown of his head pitching into the soft mattress as he surrendered himself fully to Luca’s whim.
Luca slowed and drew the pad of his thumb over Theo’s tip, feeling the drops of wetness forming there. Spirits, he wanted to taste him – he needed to. Letting go, he drew a whine from Theo, who looked up in protest in time to watch as Luca sucked the evidence of Theo’s pleasure from his finger. He tasted salt and bitterness, and heard Theo swear quietly at the sight.
The next thing he knew, Theo had seized him by the nape of his neck, pulling him down to the mattress to meet him in a fervent kiss. Theo’s hand found the small of his back, and Luca could not help but groan as he pressed them together, hard length against hard length. Luca drew a shaky, gasping breath, and Theo took the opportunity his parted lips offered to seize Luca’s lower lip gently between his teeth.
With each kiss, Luca eased his way out of his head and into his body, letting the knots of his shoulders unfurl even as his stomach and thighs tightened in anticipation. Theo, for his part, was consumed by his pleasure, parting his own lips to deepen their kisses, pulling at Luca’s lip, and moaning softly when he tasted himself on Luca’s tongue. Though he pressed himself hard into the friction and heat between them, he let Luca set the pace of their movements.
Luca moved against him almost clumsily, chasing sensation and pleasure and Theo’s ragged breath. He placed a hand on Theo’s chest to steady himself, drawing his thumb through the soft hair until it gave way and Luca could trace the edge of Theo’s nipple. He felt Theo shiver in response, and smiled warmly against his lips.
