Ashkii was in Giovanni's kitchenette, sitting by the small dining table as the older man ate a little of everything straight from the fridge. It was Saturday evening, and the bartender had closed up about an hour ago.

"You seem hungry," Ashkii said, watching the man chow down a cupcake. Giovanni looked over at him, raising a brow before swallowing.

"Yeah, I didn't have much to eat this morning, and also I didn't have lunch," he said, washing his hands in the sink before shaking them to get them dry.

Ashkii stared at him, feeling a little concerned. "We can make some food..."

"Don't worry about it, it's twelve in the morning. We can have breakfast later today together," Giovanni said, smiling a bit. It was Saturday, and Ashkii was off from work on Sunday and didn't have anything to prepare for classes on Monday. He did like sleeping in with the younger man. It didn't feel weird cuddling since Ashkii was big on it himself, and the younger man's body was always warm. "Besides, I've been looking forward to this since you said you were coming over," Giovanni said, walking towards Ashkii before pulling the seat he was on away from the living room table. He walked in front of it, straddling Ashkii. The way the younger man's eyes darted upwards to meet his, and the flustered look on his face was flattering to Giovanni. They'd had sex multiple times already and every single time Ashkii was still a nervous wreck.

It was cute.

There was something else that was interesting. Giovanni couldn't stop thinking about Ashkii without that word popping up.

Cute.

The nervous way in which the man smiled. The way he asked for permission to do everything. The way his features would light up when something excited him when they were talking.

It was cute.

Ashkii was really cute.

There wasn't much Giovanni could do with the revelation. It just meant he liked seeing Ashkii more, he wanted to do things that would make him act in certain ways or say certain things, and there was a little ball of warmth in his chest when they were together. Maybe that's why he found it quite enjoyable and not frustrating to lead him during sex. It wasn't something he didn't often or used to like. He quite liked it with Ashkii, that was for sure.

"Gio..."

"Hmm?" The bartender said, watching as Ashkii tried to form words to say.

"Erm, remember when you asked me for a picture?" the younger man asked, trying to concentrate as Giovanni started to grind on his lap.

Giovanni reached out to take off the band, holding Ashkii's bun in place. He let the man's longish hair fall around his face before moving to push his hair aside with his fingers. "Yes, I remember when I did that," he said, pressing his forehead against Ashkii's as he stared into the man's dark eyes. "What about it?"

"D-does that mean I can ask you for pictures when I want to?" Ashkii asked in a whispered tone as Giovanni's breath fanned his face. "I was just wondering."

"Yes, I don't see why not," Giovanni said before leaning in to press his lips against Ashkii's. A low moan escaped the younger man's mouth as the bartender reached to hold the side of his face and kiss him deeper. Kissing Ashkii was always an experience. The man was hungry to touch him, match his pace, and just drink him in. There was a rush in it that Giovanni couldn't explain.

When it felt like they could barely breathe, they broke spark, heaving as they stared into each other's eyes. Giovanni smiled, caressing Ashkii's cheek. "You're so fucking good at this."

Ashkii didn't seem to be paying much attention to the compliment. His hands tightened their grip around Giovanni's waist as his eyes settled on the older man's lips. "Can I—can I ask for something?" the younger man asked, and Giovanni raised a brow.

"Sure."

"Can I eat you out? I'd like to." Ashkii watched the older man's face drain of color. "Or can I give you a blowjob? Or both. I don't know. Depends on what you'll let me do."

"I—I don't know," Giovanni said, looking away from Ashkii, and refusing to meet his gaze. "Why don't we just do what we always do?"

Ashkii clenched his jaw as his hands around Giovanni's waist loosened. "I just want to make you feel good, too."

"You do make me feel good—"

"But you let other guys do more things with you. I feel weird that you're not letting me give you oral or finger you," Ashkii said, and almost immediately regretted the comment. There was no need to bring up other people right now when it was just them.

Giovanni didn't say anything. He just sat still on Ashkii's lap before finally sighing. "Okay, I'll let you give me a blowjob," the older man said before getting off Ashkii's lap. "Come on baby," he said with a soft voice as he reached out for Ashkii's hand. The younger man took it, getting off the dining table seat before walking towards the bedroom with Giovanni. The man's hands were slender and slightly cold as always, but Ashkii still felt sweaty, and nervous.

When they got into the bedroom Giovanni let go of Ashkii's hand before immediately going about taking off his clothes. Ashkii watched him, looking at the older man as every piece of fabric fell to the floor to reveal his naked body. His heart started beating faster and his mind fogged over with want. It didn't matter how many times he saw the dark-trimmed happy trail leading to his privates, or the long legs or washboard stomach—it made him so horny. His eyes darted from the man's dark nipples to his Demi detect shaft and then his lips

"You next," Giovanni said, making Ashkii snap out of his thoughts. "Your clothes."

The younger man blinked, realizing that he'd just been staring for the past few minutes. "Sorry," he mumbled, as he started to take off his clothes. He was soon naked as well. The bartender walked up to him, taking his face in his hands before leaning down to kiss him. They kissed for a while as Giovanni started taking steps backward. Ashkii followed and soon the back of Giovanni's legs hit the edge of the bed. The man sat down, bringing Ashkii down with him into the bed.

"Lie down," Giovanni said pulling away from the kiss. Ashkii nodded, lying with his head facing the pillow, and Giovanni did the opposite, positioning his privates directly in front of, well, Ashkii's face. At first, the younger man was confused but when he felt Giovanni's cold fingers touch his shaft and the warm mouth that he'd come to know so well engulf it, he realized what his position was for.

Fuck. He thought, feeling the pool of desire in his lower stomach as Giovanni continued to give him oral out of sight. It was going to be hard to concentrate, but Ashkii forced himself to, letting himself look at Giovanni's shaft in the dim light. He'd never been so close to it, but he had touched it before. He reached out, rubbing up and down with his hand and watching in awe as it got thicker and harder in his hand. When he leaned in to kiss it, and then lick it he heard a moan from above that made his stomach twist up in knots.

Fuck. He thought again, pressing his face to it, taking in Giovanni's scent as he continued to stroke and touch him. The hair Giovanni had in that area was dark and coarse. Ashkii let himself feel around, touching the man's smooth bum and then the happy trail that led to his penis. When he was done exploring, he angled Giovanni's shaft toward his mouth before taking the man in. He sucked, moving up and down as he tried to imitate what the older man was doing to him up above.

Ashkii decided to suck even harder, and Giovanni almost kicked him when he twitched.

"Sorry," the older man said in a deep sigh from above. "Don't be so sudden."

They stayed like this for a while, sucking on and touching each other. With time concentrating and not twitching was getting difficult. At a point, Giovanni let go of Ashkii entirely to do a half-moan-half cry.

Giovanni was in the middle of that now as Ashkii continued to stroke and coax him with his tongue, drinking in the moans until Giovanni suddenly pulled away.

"Not yet," the older man muttered to a confused Ashkii when they both sat up. Ashkii looked confused but then understood when Giovanni got up and walked over to the drawer to get the tube of lube and condom. He didn't want them to cum yet.

Ashkii wanted to ask if he could help, but he got the impression that this wasn't the time for that. The older man came on the bed, kneeling and spreading his legs as he got to work. Ashkii watched him, scooting close before kneeling too and pulling him into a kiss. Giovanni had not expected that but had welcomed it, letting his tongue move with Ashkii's as he prepped himself. When he was done, he broke off from the kiss, kicking the closed tube aside before kneeling in a doggy position.

"Ready," he said in a low voice, smiling up at Ashkii, who simply nodded and got behind him. The younger man stroked himself. Allowing his penis to occasionally rest on Ashkii's bum. He looked down at the man's back, noting how you could see a line running down the middle.

It was hot.

His dick got hard enough for him to put on a condom and press into Giovanni. He spread the man open, easing into him as gently as he could. He'd come to realize that regardless of how the bartender prepped, he was still a tight fit. It took some work to get in without hurting him, and oftentimes Ashkii was stuck apologizing through the whole process.

"Sorry..." Ashkii trailed when Giovanni twitched in discomfort. When he was mostly in, he paused, letting them both catch their breath.

The clock in the background ticked as Giovanni listened to Ashkii's breathing, and Ashkii listened to his own. The younger man was rubbing up and down Giovanni's back now, and Giovanni shivered, enjoying the feeling of the younger man's fingers.

"Baby," Giovanni called in a drawn-out moan.

"Yeah?" Ashkii answered, feeling like he was about to explode.

Giovanni looked at Ashkii from the side. "Whose dick is in my ass?"

"M-mine..." Ashkii mumbled, feeling a little taken aback. It didn't matter how many times Giovanni asked him that question, it made shivers run through him each time.

"I love it. It's so thick," Ashkii said, pressing down even more on Ashkii's shaft. The younger man held on to Ashkii's waist, putting all his concentration on not cumming early. "You know how I like being fucked?"

Ashkii swallowed down the spit that had built up in his mouth. "Y-yeah." He did. Giovanni liked it hard and fast. He liked it when Ashkii would hold on to his hair, slighting, in a doggy position, or loosely touch his neck when the older man was on top or below during missionary sex. Of course, Ashkii knew all this. He couldn't keep his eyes off Giovanni whatever the position.

"So, fuck me," Giovanni said, with the side of his face pressed to the mattress as he stared up at Ashkii. His hands were on either side of him, loosely grabbing onto the sheets. "Be a good boy about it. Do your best."

And Ashkii did, holding on to Giovanni's waist before thrusting as hard as he could. The way older men yelped and shook, and Ashkii kept up the pace, moaning as Giovanni's low moans and whines filled the air. The younger man bent forward, deciding to grab whatever much of Gio's now shorter hair in a fistful. He yanked his hair a bit, and the older man let out a series of whines and sighs. Ashkii leaned forward some more, kissing up the man's neck as he continued to thrust. The bartender's knees gave away, and soon he was lying flat on his stomach with Ashkii on top of him, still thrusting.

"Fuck, how are you so big?" Giovanni said with a moan, and Ashkii wasn't sure if that was a compliment or a complaint.

"You're tight..." the younger man trailed, still feeling that Giovanni might just grip his dick off if he wasn't careful. The older man's moans got deeper and then suddenly quiet and it occurred to Ashkii that he'd come when he felt a wet patch when pulling the man's hip upwards when trying to reposition them.

Ashkii kept going for a bit, slowing down as he felt the feeling in him rise with every passing thrust, and soon he had cum too. He pulled out of Giovanni, taking off the condom before tying it at the top and scrambling to toss it into the nearest bin.

When he was back Giovanni was curled in bed, and a towel, which Ashkii assumed he had used to clean himself, just sat at the end of the bedside table. Ashkii smiled a little while crawling into bed with him. The older man scooted close to him, pressing his head on Ashkii's chest as the younger man kissed his forehead and thought about what happened earlier.

He felt his face warm up, remembering the feeling of Giovanni's shaft in his mouth. It hadn't felt half bad—fuck—it'd been hot. Really hot. It didn't matter how many times Giovanni almost kicked him in the face.

The two slept silently through the early hours of the morning, holding on to each other, and occasionally rubbing each other's skins and offering kisses.

Things were mostly quiet except for the occasional sound of a car passing by the window. Around six in the morning, however, Giovanni's phone started to vibrate. At first, they both ignored it, waiting each time for it to simply stop so that they could go back to bed and after about five minutes, it stopped then buzzed.

Giovanni groaned, picking it from the bedside table before looking at who had been calling. He was still sleepy, but the notification he said made the color drain from his face.

Leslie.

I'm almost in town. I'm hoping to see you soon. Let's talk. Maybe make a booking at a restaurant. I don't want to make a scene or anything to recognize me in public. Let's be civil.

Sunday, 6:07 AM.