20. Cyrus

20

CYRUS

I let my fingers work their way down Nico’s back, sinking their tips into every inch of yielding flesh. He sighed once, a moan escaping his lips at the tail-end of the breath. He was ready for me to go lower.

I spread his asscheeks, pert and perfect, and slid a finger across his hole. I would have given anything to fuck him right here, right now, but there was no reality in which that would have worked out well.

Instead, I pressed my tongue against his hole and licked upward, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the faintest floral aura of soap. My tongue was large enough to fill his entire crack, so I took care to only use the tip at first. I could go further later if Nico enjoyed it, but now was not the time to make bold moves on him.

Nico let out a long, satisfied sigh and shifted a little before sinking into the couch again. He was enjoying it, at least, which was all I cared about. I prodded a little harder before pulling my tongue away, only to lay it flat against his hole.

“Is that your tongue?” he asked, his voice muffled. I responded with a grunt, which was affirmation enough for him. “It feels amazing ,” he moaned. “Keep going.”

I had no intention of stopping now anyway but with Nico’s encouragement, I gave him a little more tongue, a little more stimulation. His body shuddered with a shiver as the tip of my tongue trailed up, reaching almost to the small of his back. Goosebumps appeared on his skin and I reached around with one of my hands, finding his cock and stroking it.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to tense, telling me he was close to climax. If I’d wanted to, I could have pulled back and drawn things out a little longer, but I worried that Nico was getting tired. The last thing I wanted to do was overstimulate him, so with the last bit of stamina I had left of his to use, I pushed the tip of my tongue into his hole, my nose bumping up against his crack.

Nico groaned gripping his hand around mine and squeezing his cock. Spurts of cum dribbled down my fingers and I pulled my face away from his ass, taking a deep breath now that my nostrils were unobstructed. I wrapped my free arm around him and pulled him up, lending him my strength now that I’d spent his.

“I could do that all day,” I told him, sitting next to him on the floor, still supporting most of his weight with my arm.

“And I would let you,” Nico said, still struggling to catch his breath. “But not tonight. I’m pretty tired.”

I brushed strands of hair out of his face. “I know,” I told him. “You deserve to rest. Would you like something to eat, or maybe drink?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Not right now. What I’d really like is to give you head again, but you know how I get after I cum –” he stifled a yawn –“sleepy.”

“Don’t worry about me; I’m used to taking care of myself. Let me just get a blanket and then we can lie out here for a little bit. Some cuddling sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

Nico yawned again, this time unable to suppress it. “Yeah, sure,” he said absentmindedly. It does sound nice.”

My heart sank, but I forced myself to keep smiling. He was tired and probably not thinking about what he was saying. He tended to do that even when he was at peak mental alertness, so justifying his tone now was easy. Yes, he was tired, that was all, and it was nothing a little rest on the couch couldn’t fix.

Someday, surely, he would catch feelings, and I would be there with open arms to love him back. Until then, we still had something marvelous; a passion that was hard to come by even in strong, committed relationships, and I would keep holding onto that as long as I possibly could.

“I’ll get a blanket from the bedroom,” I said, snapping back to reality when Nico cleared his throat. “I’ll be right back.”

He smiled at me again, those laugh lines deepening as the smile spread. “I’ll be waiting. And, Cyrus?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks again for everything. You’re the best.”

The best. I was the best. That compliment was enough to warm my heart, even if it was only for a fleeting moment before a gnawing sense of dread returned, replacing any warmth I’d just had.