Every part of you is only for my eyes to see.

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Stuck on You: Kapitel Siebenundzwanzig

I'll never forget the day Santiago Luzardi walked in on me playing with myself.

"Shit, is this how the girl in the video did it?" I poked a finger at my swollen nub, rolling it around. I sat up against a bunch of pillows, shirt rolled up and tucked under my teeth as I tried to play with myself. There was no one home, so that meant that I had the house to myself. No father to come busting into my room. 

I grumbled in frustration as I felt sticky liquid pool under my finger, strokes between my folds not doing anything for me. Was this really how girls did it? Was I doing it wrong? I could feel my hole beneath my fingers twitching as if I was supposed to slip something in there. Here I was, 19 going 20, and I had no idea how to masturbate. 

"God damn it," I growled, rubbing myself harder, squeezing my nipples. I felt a rush of pleasure course through my soul, but nothing like I wanted. I wanted to cum, I wanted to scream. I flicked my nub, circling in the same way that I saw the girl do to herself, liquid gushing out of my hole. I bit my lip as I traced around the rim, eyes zeroing in on myself. "Fuck." I hissed as I slowly inched a finger inside myself, wincing at the burn of it. Was it supposed to feel like this? 

I was so into myself, that I didn't hear the door open or close.

"Anthony," My eyes widened in pure fear as I registered the voice from the doorway. "What are you doing?" The question was full of concern and confusion and I slowly turned my head, mouth open and heart racing like a marathon. "S-Santiago?" I screeched in a high pitched voice, seeing his eyes on my anatomy. "W-Why are you here?" I couldn't swallow anything nor could I breathe. Was he really standing there, looking at me as my fingers continued to stroke myself? Oh my god. "I came by to say hi." 

I blinked back and forth, chuckling in terror as I looked over, ripping my fingers out of myself. I reached for the blanket across from me, yanking it over so that I could cry in my safe haven. He saw me. He saw all of me. He hadn't seen me in such a state before and I knew he questioned it. Now he got his answers. I could feel my eyes watering as I died in my pillow, the side of the bed dipping next to me. I wanted him to leave. I didn't want him to be here. I didn't want to hear his voice full of disgust.

The room was silent for a few minutes and I found that my heart was begging me to breathe.

"So...you don't have a dick." I was completely mortified and I refused to roll over and face him, knowing that he had seen what I had been trying to keep from him so long. I felt like I wanted to cry. I didn't know how he was going to look at me and it scared me. I stared at the wall, willing myself not to cry until he left. "I don't." I replied in a small voice, hating the way my voice cracked. I rolled myself into a ball, holding my legs as I hid my face away from the world. Logic was telling me to run and leave before he said anything, but love and reason were telling me to stay.

"Come out from under there so we can talk, Anthony." His voice was calm and collected but I refused to look at him. "No." I mumbled, holding the blanket tighter. "Can you please just leave?" I whispered and I felt his weight leave the bed. Maybe he was going to listen to me and be gone. I let out a sigh of relief, but that relief was shortlived when I felt the blanket being ripped off of me. "Huh? What!" I sat up frantically, covering myself. Santiago stood at the edge of the bed, blanket in his hand.

"Don't hide from me, Anthony." I folded my arms, looking away as I closed my legs as tightly as I could. "What do you want?" I bit my lip under that heated gaze and he walked over to me, standing in front of me on my side. I could feel his body heat. I didn't look him in the eye as he crouched low, turning my legs towards him. He grabbed onto my ankles and pulled me closer to him and I, with a yelp, tried to keep my legs closed. "Santi, what are you doing?" I asked in alarm as he appeared unfazed. "Let me see you," His voice was low and I gulped, shaking my head. I could feel my core clenching but I ignored it.

His big hands crept up to my knees, gripping them. "N-No..." I murmured, not wanting him to see that hidden part of me. I was a bit curious to see what he thought, not that I'd admit it. He rolled his eyes as he sensed my insecurity and before I knew it, my legs were spread apart and I was exposed to his very eyes. I was frozen in fear as he stared at my intimate part, watching the liquid ooze out of my hole. I wiggled in his grasp, trying to get out of it before he had anything negative to say. "Santi, please let go," I said quietly, shame coating my features. He was my only good friend and I didn't want our relationship to be ruined because he now knew that I was an intersex male.

He didn't anything.

Not a word.

He just stared. 

Then he opened his mouth, blowing soft air. I jolted in surprise, shivering as my hole quivered under the wind. He let go of me for a minute, removing his jacket from his body. He cracked his neck as he got on his knees, a push to my chest sending me flat against the bed. I felt hands under my thighs lifting me closer to the edge and I tried to sit up, wondering what he was doing. "Santi, what are you—

All thoughts left my body once I felt a warm tongue swipe its way through my folds. He gripped my legs and placed them on his shoulders, his tongue diving further as if he wanted to devour me. A sensation that I had never felt before swept through my figure, shaking and crippling me to the bone. One hand pushed his head further inside of me and the other rubbed my face, trying to help me catch my breath and stop the moans from leaving my mouth. His hands traveled my body, rubbing and embracing every part that it could touch as if he was loving me with his hands. 

My hole clenched around his tongue as it ran along my walls, tasting every part of me. I didn't know if I wanted to scream or moan his name. Didn't he find me disgusting? I didn't care. The way that he was making me feel sent a prickling vibe up my stomach, settling in the core. My skin was burning as he licked everything I had, drenching in his saliva. The sound of his tongue bounced off of the walls, the raunchy noise pushing me further and further as I fucked myself on his tongue.

I could feel my legs twitching, shaking as all of the oxygen in the air depleted. I was getting dizzy as his tongue focused on that one spot, poking and prodding at it, pleasure skyrocketing up my spine. My heartbeat was increasing as his tongue's vehement attacks came at a rapid rate. I could feel my walls clasping tight as this incredible rush of fervor washed over me, my stomach clenching as I felt it stir within. There was this immaculate wave that radiated from my navel, up to my neck, down my thighs as my mouth opened in a silent scream, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I felt myself let go with convulsion and his tongue pressed on my nub once more and all of a sudden, liquid squirted all over his face.

As I came down from my high with several deep breaths, I blinked, realizing what I had done. "I'm so sorry," I frantically looked around for a towel to wipe his face off, face burning in embarrassment. "I didn't think that was going to happen," I bit my lip, trying to keep my whimpers of fear and anxiety from coming out. I felt a hand grip my wrist and I turned in the midst of my flailing, looking at Santiago who had an unreadable face. He looked at me with so much seriousness etched on his features, lips in a grim line. Did I disgust him? Fuck.

"I think I love you."

I blinked back and forth, making sure I had everything that he said. In all actuality, I did indeed hear it, but I had to make sure that it wasn't my ears playing tricks on me. I tilted my head at him as he released his tight grip on my wrist, smirking just slightly and my heart thundered rapidly, eyes widening.

"Eh?!"

Most importantly, I'll never in my entire life forget the first time Santiago Luzardi made love to me.

"It's okay," There was a whisper in my ear as soft hands caressed my body, loving it deeply. "I'll do everything. I'll take care of you," A soft kiss was placed upon my forehead as the scent of the roses scattered on the bed fluttered into my nose. The soft melody of Sade's No Ordinary Love drifting throughout the room as warm kisses were placed on my cheek. I felt a blush come over my face as he settled in between my legs, hands still caressing my skin. "Santiago..." I reached a hand out, wanting to touch him. I traced the taut chocolate skin of his shoulders, memorizing the dips and veins that lived there, wanting to lick it. I wanted to feel closer to him, feel the beat of his heart, hoping that this indescribable feeling would never go away.

I reached up to his collar and yanked him down to me, my lips crashing against his. I opened my mouth a bit and his tongue wiggled his way into my mouth. He slid his bare body over mine, having only boxers on. His slightly cold skin cooled my hot flesh and I yearned for it all. He took his mouth off of mine and stared into my eyes, his brown eyes heightening with pure love and lust. He then swooped down and kissed along my neck once again, his hot lips sending me through euphoria. There was no way to put into words how amazing this moment felt. I looked over to the window to see that it was dark and rainy, the water softly pelting the window as the crisp spark of lightning lit up the night. It had set the mood and the room was dim, making it feel more heated, full of desire. The song still played as Santiago made me feel treasured, soaking and in relishing in every part of me.

He was making me desire what I had never experienced. He was making me divulge into my carnal cravings. I had wanted nothing but more of Santiago. His lips trailed down my collarbone, licking at the flesh. I threw my head back in a breathless moan, ready for the night ahead of us. He kissed down my chest, whispering sweet nothings to me, the sensation of his lips and hands driving me crazy.

His mouth latched onto the hard nubs of my nipples and I screeched. His hands trailed down my body, carefully soothing the hot skin. Every touch burned me further. "Santiago, I need you." I whispered out in a soft tone and he took his lips off of my hardened nipple. "Don't worry." Was all said before he trailed his tongue lower and lower. He had licked down my thighs, carefully worshipping my body as he looked up at me, his eyes full of want and desire. "I can't wait to be inside of you." He winked at me playfully and I felt myself clench at just thinking about it. I had been wanting it for the longest time. "Just doing this," He said as his fingers ran along my hot core, teasing me. "Drives me fucking crazy."

It truly did drive him mad because he was overthrown with hunger. I wanted to feel him inside of me and I wanted to be full of him. I wanted him to love me as he if had never loved before, kiss me like he was starved for my touch. I wanted to feel him in my arms, help me understand why I was so desperately in love with him. I wanted him to hold me, hoping that he realized that this was something that I was giving him. He wasted no time in shoving his boxers off and his member proudly stood at attention, swollen and hungry. Santiago had no experience but neither did I and together, we would learn the ins and outs of each other's body.

He leaned over me and placed his lips back on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. He placed himself at my entrance, rubbing himself slick with my fluid. There was no need for lube as I was already wet for him. The head caught onto the rim of my hole, eliciting a hiss form me. He smiled a bit as he positioned himself, staring into my eyes as he slowly inserted himself inside of me. I gasped at the pain, eyes watering as he leaned down, kissing my tears away. He intertwined our fingers together, stomach to stomach, chest to chest.

Santiago was letting me feel him. Our heart beats were synchronizing with one another, our faces mirroring the same. The way he looked at me, that burning stare in his eyes had my body melting all over, hungry for more. He looked at me as if I held the key to his heart. He had entered me with one swift thrust and I overcame the pain when he brushed again my sweet spot, sending stars through my eyes. Although I felt immense pain, my heaven overcame my hell. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that he was giving to me. The pain was nothing because the second that I looked at his face, seeing that beautiful smile and those eyes filled with fondness, I was okay.

His erection wracked my walls, pounding and embedding its very shape inside. He was affirming the fact that only he would be the one to make me like this; the only one who could be inside of me. "You mean so much to me," He whispered in a low tone, the sound of his voice whisking its way through my ears as he gently touched my skin, wanting to remember the feeling. I could feel my body heat increasing with every thrust inside of my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My hands squeezed the bed sheets tight as our eyes met in a heated gaze. He was speaking from his heart as he started picking up the pace and I moaned, screeching out hotly. He slid in and out of me, urging me to beg for more. I was almost there. 

"You are mine," Santiago whispered in my ear, not harsh and not demanding, but his tone was gruff with finality that let me know that his word was key. He kept gripping my hips and ramming inside of me, his lips caressing any area of skin that it could. He was trying to convey the meaning of love but little did he know, I already knew it. "Always." His lips met mine in a kiss that was nothing compared to the sex. Soft yet clashing. Fiery yet passionate. Dominating yet consuming and full of emotion. It was like a tirade of angelic colors coming together to form one thing. It was truly beautiful. There was nothing harsh about the way that he was loving me. "And you are mine." I whispered on his lips and he smiled between the kiss.

He had released himself inside of me with a small groan as his hot spunk hit my walls, his lips sucking on the side of my neck, leaving dark marks as waves of pleasure throughout me and I threw my head back and moaned, the moan of a lifetime. "You don't understand how much I love you, Anthony," He grabbed the back of my head and brought his lips down to mine, the kiss of happiness. He was telling me in his own way that he felt the same that I did, that he, too, knew it was meant to be. My body trembled in his grasp as I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Of course, I do, because you mean the same to me." It was as if I could feel his passionate feelings radiating through the air as he kissed me with such fervor, hand holding onto the back of my head as he captured every breath I took.

I was truly happy. I had given a part of myself to someone I truly loved, someone who I knew would cherish me till the day that I died. It was the sign that no matter the good, the bad, the indifferent, whatever happened, he would always be there and this moment was a very symbol that signified everything. He was my best friend, my first love, my everything. We had decided everything together and I couldn't imagine myself with no one else but him. After all, he got me.

"I won't let you go."

I was brought back to the present as I laid in Santiago's desk chair, legs spread open as the man of the hour hovered over me. I blinked back and forth as I realized that I had waltzed in here to bother him, not knowing that I was only clad in a pair of boxers.

"Oh," His eyes widened as he took in my heavily breathing figure. My pupils were shot as I stared at him, biting my lip. "What are you thinking about?" I shook my head, not wanting to voice my opinion, but he put a finger up to my boxers, wanting to feel for himself. I let out a whimper as his cocoa eyes never strayed from mine. "Oh, you're wet, huh?" A devious smirk came to his lips as he leaned down, his hot breath fanning my shivering body.

"Why don't I take care of that?"