Sweet Angel Cafe

Sweet Angel Café, from the name it sounds like a small café that serves cakes and tea. SA is anything but that. It was probably one of the most well known restaurants in the area, and one of the busiest. The typical customer was most often a male, teenaged and older since most young boys held no interest in what they served. It wasn’t the food that attracted so many men, but the lovely waitresses. All young girls, and some young boys, dressed in rather…interesting costumes. The men were treated by nice food and very lovely sights. The costumes showing off plenty of skin to the imagination.

Unfortunately for most men, SA was a hard place to get a table at. The place only took reservations, and was completely booked up until next year. But the place always had stragglers, people attempting to peak inside from the windows or the doors. SA only ever took in very rich, or very famous as a walk in.

So it was lucky for Eire that he happened to be both. Eire was young, handsome and very well to do. He achieved local fame for his playboy party ways. But it was easy to see why so many fell for him. Pale skin, dark silky black hair, enchanting eyes…men and women seemed to melt before his gaze, almost willing to do anything for him. The man was sex walking, his smooth voice and sultry demure almost demanding it. Having a bit of wealth, he could get in anywhere quiet easily. Sweet Angel happened to be one of those places. To SA he was one of the few people who could walk in and take a table wherever he pleased. Today just happened to be one of those days. A day he felt like treating a friend.

“Are you sure…I’ve never…um…”

“Of course, Khayne you work too hard, really,” Eire said smoothly, a wave of his hand. Eire looked up at his long time friend and assistant, who looked rather nervous to come. “Really, you deserve a break,”

Khayne ran a hand through his dark hair, the dark shade of his skin matching rather nicely. He licked his lips, almost in apprehension, before he nodded and accepted the offer. This would fun, Eire seemed to enjoy this place a lot after all.

Stepping through the doors, Eire was immediately greeted by a barrage of girls. The waitresses crowed around him, all wanting to serve him. Not only could he take a walk in whenever he wanted, but he was a favorite by everyone here. Rich and handsome, what more could a waitress want? The girls blushed and giggled, trying their best to get Eire‘s attention. Some began to crowed around Khayne, wanting to know his good looking friend.

“Girls! I think you have customers to take care of,”

The girls looked back and sighed lightly, the hostess taking charge. Moving to Eire, she planted a kiss on his cheek, Eire planting a kiss on the other.

“Olivia…you save me again,”

“How could I let those girls touch my favorite?” she said, smiling softly.

She was gorgeous to say the least, much like the other girls here. Her long blond hair fell down her back, shining in the light as it framed her round, gentle face. Bright blue eyes batted, looking so warm and inviting. Her figure was full and curved, a tight red Chinese style dress clinging to it. Showing off all of her…rather nice assets. It was a skirt, tight and stopping mid thigh, with a long slit up the side. A pair of red heals toped the outfit off, the shoes clicking lightly on the ground. She looked a bit older, but she held herself with confidence and maturity that many of the other girls could not hope to possess.

“And who’s this?” she asked, peaking over Eire’s shoulder.

“This is my close friend Khayne,” Eire introduced, Khayne’s cheek a bright red color. She laughed softly, reaching out to touch his hand. “Eire has mentioned you before, it is nice to finally meet you,”

Khayne blinked, staring at the lovely girl. Slowly, he started to gain his senses as he touched her hand. “I…I um…”

She laughed again, moving closer to him. “He’s so sweet Eire! Why have you been hiding him from me?” she asked, looking at Eire.

“Hiding him? He’s done a better job of hiding himself,” Eire said with amusement.

Olivia watched him, poor Khayne attempting to gain his wits to talk to the beautiful woman. She touched his shoulder, moving to wrap her arm around Eire’s. “We must talk a bit more privately,” she said softly, leading Eire to his table. Khayne stared, his heart pounding wildly as he nodded, Eire chuckling at him. Olivia led them to a small, cozy table near the center of the restaurant, and set two menus down.

“He’ll be here in a few minuets,” she said with a wink and left the two.

Khayne, finally able to turn his gaze away, looked to Eire, blinking a bit. “He?” he asked as Eire smiled wistfully, a slight nod. “You mean you come here often?”

Before much else could be said, another blond came out. Though rather feminine, this one was a boy, holding a small tray to his chest. His hair was long and blond, stopping past his shoulders. Some of it was pulled up, soft curls falling around his face. Soft blue eyes peaked out, looking so warm so happy. While sharing the same soft blue eyes and blond hair, he was clearly younger then Olivia, holding a bit more innocents then she had. His outfit was much more Lolita, separating into two parts. The first was a small vest, tied tightly around his flat chest, a white blouse underneath, off the shoulders. His stomach was completely exposed, looking flat and smooth, a slight curve to his waist. The skirt was short, hanging low on his waist as a large bow stuck out in the back. Under the skirt he had a pair of white stockings, and high healed shoes, clicking lightly as he walked. On top of his head was a pair of white cat ears and a tail to match. Completing the outfit was a small bell around his neck, a leash dangling in front of him. Seeing Eire lit his face up completely, his one hand clutching the tray as he offered a slight bow.

“Welcome back sir!” he said enthusiastically, a warm smile on his face.

Eire chuckled lightly, a hand resting on his chin. “Now, now Nicholai…I told you to call me by my first name,”

Nicholai blushed lightly, still smiling. “I know that, but I’m still required to offer a greeting,”

“Seeing you is simply enough,”

Khayne looked between the two, clearly Eire had been here often, and this boy, Nicholai, served him before. Both seemed to hold some kind of relationship.

“Ah, how rude of me. You haven’t met Khayne yet,” Eire said, turning to his friend. Nicholai offered a bow to him. “A pleasure sir. Eire has said many nice things about you,”

Khayne laughed a bit, rubbing his head. “Oh really? I was never aware of how often Eire came here,” he said.

“He likes Olivia,” Eire said, looking at Nicholai. Nicholai let out a small noise, holding his hand to his face. “Oh really? Is that why you kept talking about a friend with her?”

“Possibly,” he said a bit of a wink. Nicholai laughed lightly, a gloved hand to his lips. Khayne was blushing madly, looking to the table. Was Eire trying to set him up with the lovely girl? Not that he minded, not at all. The girl was beautiful, it just surprised him to hear.

“Do you want me to get you usual?” Nicholai asked. “What about you sir?”

“Whatever Eire has,”

“Right! I’ll be back!” he called, walking off cheerfully. Eire’s eyes remained on him, watching him until he remained out of sight. Finally, he turned his gaze away, smiling cheerfully at Khayne.

“Ah…so this is why you’ve been going out every night. I was afraid you were going to that club again,” Khayne said slowly.

Eire shook his head, laughing darkly. “No, no…after that attack, I won’t be returning there again,” he said. Khayne watched him for a moment, feeling as though he was going to say something.

“That night. I was drunk, maybe a bit high, I’m not sure. You never know what kind of things come from those places. I was trying to get back home when a man robbed up and took me into an alley,” Eire started.

Khayne shuddered, a slight nod. He remembered the rather haggard state he came home in. “That man, he was going to rape me. I was too messed up to really recognize it, or even care. Before he could go through with it, the man passed out and fell to the ground. And there he was, almost an angel from heaven in a dark alley. He was holding an axe and looking utterly terrified, but he saved me. Hell, I don’t even know where he got the axe, probably nearby, or maybe it was the weapon the guy had. After that, he cleaned me up and took me home,”

Khayne’s eyes widened, a bit shocked. “You mean…that was the guy who helped you home?” he asked, shocked. He remembered that day very well. Eire was almost carried home, looking disheveled and rather frightened. He was barely able to speak or even function for a bit. A guy had helped him home, but Khayne was more worried over Eire to really take notice of him. The boy was a bit scared himself, his hair disheveled, his large eyes looking confused. That was this pretty boy serving them?

Eire chucked a bit. “I know, he looks different when he’s all dressed up. He doesn’t dress himself up like this whenever he’s at home, but it’s the same guy. After I got better, I spent days looking for him, I only had a faint, lovely image of his face in my mind and his name. But I had to see him again, I needed to see him. Finally I tracked him down here and I’ve been coming here ever since. If only to look at him for a moment, it was enough for me,” he said softly.

Khayne nodded, a small smile on his face. He never hear Eire speak of someone so highly, wanting to see someone so much. It was kind of nice. This boy, Nicholai, must have been the one to tame him. Ever since that night he didn’t go out to wild parties or dance clubs. Khayne wasn’t sure where he had gone to, but he knew wherever it was, Eire came back very happy. He had almost a skip to his step and a light flush to his cheeks. He was starting to look healthier then he had in months. It was all because of the death of his mother, something Eire never truly recovered from. It only added to his downward spiral, which Khayne felt helpless against. Some how this boy, Nicholai, made Eire rethink his life. Start to take care of himself more. It was so refreshing, so nice.

“Khayne, I think I love him,” he said, a truly happy smile on his face.

He looked at his friend in shock, his eyes wide. Love? Eire had never…ever mentioned love when it came to another person. The only person he ever declared love for was his mother.

Nicholai returned, setting down a dark red drink for either one. “Specialty drink here,” Nicholai told Khayne. “Eire’s favorite, it’s called Blood Lust,” he said smiling.

Eire took his drink and took a deep sip, clearly satisfied. Nicholai watched him, and smiled, happy to have served him properly. There seemed something a bit different about Nicholai now. He looked a bit stressed, his shoulders a bit tense. Eire noticed this right away and narrowed his eyes a bit.

“…He’s here isn’t he?” he suddenly said.

Nicholai’s shoulder’s sagged a bit, a light sigh. “Yes…he just came a few moments ago,”

“Who?” Khayne piped, looking between the two curiously.

“A customer, his name is Sikke, but everyone else calls him The Demon,” Nicholai said, looking to Khayne.

Eire’s hand shook lightly, clearly looking angry. “The Demon as he likes to call himself, likes Nicholai here. And harasses him,” he said, closing his eyes to try and hide the anger he felt.

“…Its okay really…I mean, you get some customer’s here like that…”

“No, its not okay. He treats you like an object, and…” Eire started, his shoulder’s growing stiff. He held his hands together, trying hard not to jump up and cause a scene. Nicholai touched his shoulder lightly, bending down to meet him face to face. He smiled softly, causing Eire to calm down a bit.

“Thank you Eire,” he said softly. “I’ll be fine. Just a few drinks and he’ll be out of here,”

Eire reached out, touching his cheek. Nicholai blushed darkly, biting his lip as he leaned into his hand a bit, their eye never leaving one another. “Eire…” he uttered softly.

What Eire said was true, even Khayne could see it. Olivia stepped up behind them, a light cough. “…Nicholai? He’s asking for you,”

Nicholai sighed and broke the intimate contact. Eire almost made a soft noise of protest, but pulled his hand back, sighing lightly. Nicholai pulled out a smile for Olivia, nodding. “Of course, I’ll be there,” he said and walked away, as if he was walking to his funeral.

Olivia shook her head, crossing her arms. Eire withdrew, looking angry. Khayne was still a bit lost on the whole thing. Olivia patted Eire’s shoulders lightly. “It’ll only be for an hour or so. It’ll be alright,”

“Um…does this man treat Nicholai badly?” Khayne asked.

Olivia smiled softly, looking at Khayne. “Well, its not uncommon here for the waitresses to have fans, like Eire here! Well, not all fans are so gentle. Some can get a bit frightening, if not close to obsession. That is what the Demon is like. He’s crude, vulgar and love Nicholai. Nicholai serves him once a week and the poor boy is harassed by him the whole night. The Demon gropes, borderline molests Nicholai. We have a security guard here if things get too out of him. But The Demon is very rich. If he wants something, the owner is more then willing over look a few things for a high spender,” she said and sighed.

“But that’s exploitation!”

“Maybe, but Nicholai really doesn’t have a choice if he wants to keep his job here. There are more then enough willing girls or boys who would gladly snatch his place if he tried to cause trouble,” she said, and offered Eire a small pat on his shoulder. “I’ll be back, I have to go set a few more people,” she called out, leaving the two.

Eire’s eyes moved and followed Nicholai, seeing him serve The Demon. His nick name certainly fit his character. Long white, silver hair, falling down his back and around his shoulders. His eyes flashed, a deep almost red color, running along Nicholai’s lean frame. Along his body was odd tattoo marks, looking tribal as it traced along his face, arms and torso. Probably more on his legs if it wasn’t covered.

Eire’s eyes were set on him, watching him with a dull rage. Sikke seemed to realize this, a soft smirk drawn on his lips. He seemed to be saying something to Nicholai, who was just nodding and offering polite conversation. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed the leash on his neck, yanking him forward. Nicholai let out a cry of surprise, falling onto his knees on the seat. He used that advantage to pull Nicholai close and in between his legs, his hands starting to run all along his body. That drove Eire over the edge, he stood suddenly, and started making quick strides over to the two.

The Demon looked up at Eire, a slight grin on his face as he held Nicholai between his legs. Nicholai was shaking lightly, unable to look at Eire as he approached. “Can I help you?” Sikke asked, his eyes twinkling.

Eire said nothing, his eyes dark and full of hate as he stared at Sikke. He didn’t move, merely glaring at him. Sikke laughed, his group snickering and offering Eire snide looks. “Well well, looks like the knight here can’t speak, what is it? Cat caught you tongue?” he asked, tracing a finger down Nicholai’s spine. Nicholai felt humiliated, his head low, wishing Eire didn’t have to see him like this. Sikke moved, getting almost in Eire’s face.

“What did you think you were going to come running in, saving him?” Sikke said, a quirk to his eye. “Well guess what? You can’t. His mine. Mine to claim and take whenever I wish. And there is nothing you can do about it,”

He began to laugh, Nicholai able to sit in the booth now. His eyes were lowered, trying hard not to cry or embarrass himself more then he already was. Sikke was just laughing, him and his group. It was almost defining to Nicholai’s ears, who just wanted to hide himself more then anything.

A loud noise rung in the air, skin against skin as Sikke went flying. He landed on the table, knocking everything over. The occupants jumped away, Nicholai not fast enough as his outfit was soaked in wine. Eire was hissing almost, shaking off the pain in his hand. He had punched the Demon, rather hard, almost breaking his nose in the process. Eire glared at him, his pupils almost slits.

“Don’t you ever touch him again,” he hissed, Sikke groaning in pain, lifted a hand to his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. The room was silent, shock amongst all the customers. Olivia took charge, speaking to a guard. “Please escort this man out,” she said, indicating Sikke.

Eire moved, pulling the sticky Nicholai from the table and close in his arms. Nicholai blushed darkly, his eyes hidden by his hair as he almost instinctively buried his head into his chest. Eire pulled his arms protectively around Nicholai, leading him away from the table. He led them to the back and into the dressing rooms, walking into the boy’s one. Once there, he said Nicholai down on a bench, bending down on his knees. He touched Nicholai’s chin, tilting it up slightly.

“Are you alright?”

Nicholai nodded slightly, unable to meet his gaze. His hands held onto his skirt, fidgeting nervously. “Its alright…” Eire said softly, pulling Nicholai close again. Slowly, Nicholai pulled his arms up and buried his head into his neck. He clutched onto his shirt, his shoulder shaking lightly as Eire attempted to soothe him. He whispered soft words into his ear, his voice like velvet working to ease the younger of the two. He pulled back a bit, looking down into the soft baby blues.

The two seemed to be lost in one another, Nicholai holding onto his shirt as Eire searched his eyes. After was seemed like forever, he leaned forward and claimed his lips. Nicholai closed his eyes, letting out a shuddery gasp as they collided, pressing the soft flesh against one another. Eire’s arms pulled Nicholai close, cradling him lightly in his arms, as Nicholai responded, wrapping his arms around his neck.

It seemed that all the tension that the two had, all the built up feelings and emotions exploded into this simple kiss, which was slowly growing more heated. Nicholai let out a soft whimper, pressing himself completely against Eire, who was trailing his hands along his back and sides, wishing there wasn’t a barrier of clothing in the way. The kiss was heated, tongue’s crashing into one another, a soft nip, a playful tug. Finally Nicholai was the first to pull back, gasping for breath. His cheeks were stained red, his whole body quivering with delight.

Eire looked down at Nicholai, his eyes clouded with passion and desire. He wanted the boy so badly, more then he ever had. Nicholai was staring back, falling under the spell. His chest was moving, breathing in and out, his legs tightly pressed together. Eire let out a slight chuckle, standing. His arm moved out, taking Nicholai’s.

“You’re all sticky, I think you need to get cleaned off,”

“O-Oh yeah…” he said, looking down at his clothing, embarrassed.

Eire gently pulled him up and quickly lifted him into his arms, cradling him lightly. Nicholai let out a noise of surprise, his arms quickly going around his neck for support. Eire buried his face into Nicholai’s neck, offering a soft bite. “I’m never letting you go now,” he whispered, trailing his tongue up his neck.

Nicholai let out a shuddery sigh, closing his eyes. “E-Eire…” he moaned.

Eire chuckled again, starting to carry Nicholai off to the showers. In the locker-room there was a set of three stalls, enough to let them change out of the sometimes difficult costumes or messes they might have made for the day. It was a rich place, enough to afford showers for its employees.

Setting Nicholai on his feet, in front of a stall, he began to pull him out of his clothing, unlacing the top and tossing it to the side. His hands worked diligently, and eagerly, wanting to see the boy’s bare skin. How long had he waited for this moment? How long had he wanted to feel Nicholai’s skin against his own, panting and moaning his name. Eire was simply getting excited from the thought of it. Nicholai’s breath was picking up, his whole body sent into trembles as his chest moved up and down, his heart beating rapidly. His hands pulled close, almost trying to cover himself in embarrassment.

Eire peaked up seeing the soft movements. His hands were already on his waist, touching his skirt. He bit his lip, unsure now. He wanted Nicholai so badly, his lower regions were just begging for the boy. But he didn’t want to take the boy against his will. But god…he was just so cute, his eyes closed, his body shaking as he blushed.

“Nicholai…” he uttered softly. He reached out and touched his cheeks, gently pulling him close. “I won’t do anything you are not ready for,”

Nicholai shook his head, letting out a shuddery sigh. “N-No, its fine. I want you to Eire, I just…” he said, and smiled softly. “This is my first,”

Eire smiled warmly, kissing him deeply. His arms held down onto him, brushing his skin softly as Nicholai returned, shuddering lightly. “E-Eire…” he moaned, closing his eyes.

“Nicholai…you are so beautiful, do you know that?” he uttered, reaching for the zipper under the skirt. He undid it and slowly slid it down his waist, his eyes looking over the lean body. He was left in the panties he wore underneath, a garter belt that attached to the stockings, his heels clicking against the ground. On his head was the cat ears, his hair pulled up loosely. It was too enticing. Eire licked his lips, his fingers tracing along his chest and stomach. So nice…he was as soft as he imagined. Nicholai was melting under his touch, moving to go in his arms. Eire, with his magical fingers moved to remove what was left. Tossing the cat ears to the side, the bell, and collar along with it. Nicholai’s hair fell loose, going around his shoulders and around his face.

Now they were left with those…pretty little details. Eire smirked, reaching for the garter belt, a flick of the wrist and it opened, slipping down, along with the stockings. Eire was down on his knees, taking his time to take off the heels. His feet exposed, he planted a soft kiss on each foot, lightly nuzzling his leg. He looked up at Nicholai, a devilish grin as he stood once more, touching the panties. Nicholai let out a soft pant, moving closer to him. His fingers danced and teased, slowly pulling down the panties and tossing them off to the side. And there here was, fully striped for Eire to take in. Eire’s eyes traced down his form, taking everything in. He grinned, a soft noise of approval. The boy was simply lovely.

Nicholai was embarrassed, his head pressed into his chest, unable to meet his eyes. He had never been naked like this in front of anyone. But…he was happy it was Eire. He wanted Eire to have him like this, more then anything. Eire pulled back a bit to make quick work of his clothing. Almost ripping it off his frame as the tossed it to the side, leaving himself nude for Nicholai. He lead Nicholai into the shower, pressing his back against the cool wall. His lips were on him again, kissing and sucking on his lips. Nicholai moved, his arms around his neck as he moved closer to him, their bodies touching. Their lips sucked and nibbled, lightly teasing and playing. This was so nice, so warm, Nicholai smiling into the kiss. This was all he wanted, Eire holding him, Eire kissing him. He never thought he would get it, Nicholai never imagined that something as lovely and perfect as Eire would want him. Would kiss and hold him so wonderfully like this.

Eire started to kiss down his neck, licking and sucking lightly. Nicholai moaned softly, arching his back into the warm body above him. Nicholai’s hands moved above his head, moving and sliding around the cool wall. His hand hit the nozzle, moving it. It turned and water shot out. Hot water hit Eire’s back, falling around Nicholai’s front. Eire pulled his head up, tossing his hair back. The water splashed around his face and clung to his hair. The water fell down his face, his smoldering gaze making Nicholai weak in his knees. Eire was simply put, a god of sex. And this god was looking into his eyes, drawing more and more of Nicholai out. His body was on fire, tingling and swept away by this gorgeous man.

Eire smiled, licking his nose and licking against his lips, starting up the kiss again. Nicholai moved reverently against him, feeling a hardness starting to form. It raised slowly, poking Eire in the stomach. Nicholai let out a small sigh, moaning his name as his hips started to move.

“Excited to see me?” he purred, running his tongue along his ear. Nicholai let out a soft gasp, moving into him more. “E-Eire…”

Eire let out a sultry purr, his own cock growing hard, pressing against Nicholai’s. “I love hearing you say my name,”

A hand wrapped around the two members, rubbing them together. Nicholai gasped and moaned, thrusting his hips into his hand. Eire watched his lover, writhing and moaning under him as he trapped him against the wall. The hard members pressed and teased against one another, bringing them closer and closer. Using his free hand, he took Nicholai’s thigh and lifted it. Allowing one foot to touch the ground while he pulled the other leg around his waist. A hand traced along his thigh, feeling around to his entrance. Nicholai had his eyes closed, his head pressed against his chest.

“Do you know what I’m doing?” Eire asked softly, his finger tip wet from water pressing against his entrance.

“Yes…please do it,” Nicholai moaned, closing his eyes.

With a satisfied noise he pushed his finger in, slowly pumping in and out, working to stretch him. Eire wanted his first time to be so nice, he wanted to please him so badly. Nicholai winced a bit, getting used to the intrusion inside of him. He took slow breaths, working to calm himself. Eire worked his hand, moving to push another inside. He began to rub his cock, his thumb working along the tip, down the shaft. Rubbing him helped the pain of the fingers working and stretching him. But he appreciated it none the less. He lightly kissed Eire’s chest, running his tongue along his collar bone. His two fingers pushed and felt, finally hitting Nicholai’s prostate.

Nicholai’s eyes widened in surprised as he suddenly cried out, almost screaming Eire’s name. The wave of pleasure washed over his body, leaving him trembling in his arms. Eire smirked and began to pump his fingers, hitting his spot. He used that to work in a third finger, stretching Nicholai the best he could. Nicholai was left panting and moaning, his hips actually starting to work with Eire.

His own erection growing too straining, he finally pulled his fingers out and hoisted Nicholai in the air. Almost instinctively, Nicholai wrapped his legs around Eire’s waist, his arms wrapping around his shoulders. He could feel the tip pressing against his entrance, making him shudder. Even though he was stretched, he was still nervous, his heart fluttering wildly. Eire moved close, pressing his lips against Nicholai’s, a soft reassuring motion.

“I love you,” Eire whispered, his lips still touching Nicholai’s.

Before Nicholai could respond, Eire pushed himself inside, letting out a low moan. Nicholai bit his lip, wincing at the pain. He was stretched, which helped, but Eire’s cock was much bigger then his fingers, so it still hurt. Eire was in heaven, Nicholai was so tight, griping his cock nicely. He slowly pushed in, burring himself deeply in the warmth. Eire was forced to hold still, forced to wait as Nicholai adjusted. It was almost painful, he wanted nothing more then to start, but he could never think of hurting Nicholai. Soon enough, he felt Nicholai wriggle his hips, trying to move. He was ready…thank the gods!

Pushing his back against the tile, he pulled out and pushed back in, striking him deeply. Eire moaned and continued these motions, over and over. It was perfect, so warm, so tight. Everything he ever hoped for, dreamed for right now. He looked into Nicholai’s eyes, afraid to close his eyes. If he did, he would wake from this dream, this little slice of heaven.

Nicholai moaned lightly, his face buried into his neck. His hands were gripping onto him tightly, running up and down the length of his skin. His dull nails dug in, making light scratches along his back. Eire only purred in response, pushing deeper within Nicholai. His spot was hit again, making Nicholai scream with pleasure.

Soon, Nicholai was thrusting the best he could, pumping his hips in time with Eire. His eyes were closed, his back bent low so he could place his head on his shoulder, the noises simply falling out of his mouth. Nicholai felt bliss, utter perfection as Eire cock struck him again and again. And it all made Eire smile, to see the bliss on his lover’s face. To see that Eire was bringing him so much pleasure, bring him so much joy. He smiled and licked his cheek, nipping up and down his neck.

Eire’s hand reached between them as he started to stroke Nicholai. That proved to be too much for the virgin, former virgin, who promptly came. Nicholai threw his head back, Eire holding his neck so he wouldn’t hit his head, and screamed. He cried out Eire’s name loudly, his whole body sent into convulsions against him. Eire was in awe, watching his lover’s face. Nicholai’s cum was washed away by the water, leaving the boy panting against him. But Eire wasn’t finished. He was so close, watching his face like that. With a quick movement, he slammed into Nicholai, pounding into him to finish. Nicholai moaned and shook against him, still clinging to him. With a moan Eire finally came, buried deep within as he came. His whole body was on fire, but slowly loosing its strength. He slowly pulled Nicholai down and sat at the bottom of the shower, holding Nicholai in his lap.

Eire smiled, feeling utterly complete. He had the blond in his arms, cradling him softly. Nicholai slowly opened his eyes, tilting his head to look up at Eire.

“Eire?”

“Hm…yes?” he said, opening an eye.

“Did you mean it…I mean, when you said you loved me?” he asked quietly.

Eire pulled his head down and looked at Nicholai, biting his lip. He really didn’t mean to say it out loud. He did love Nicholai, but he was afraid of the blond rejecting him out right, especially after such a wonderful moment. Slowly, he nodded, his heart beating wildly.

Nicholai smiled and touched his cheek, slowly brushing it. “Thank god. I would have hated to give myself to a man who I loved but didn’t love me in return,”

“You…You love me?” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, I do,” he said calmly, leaning against his shoulder. “I got to know you day by day, and I fell for you, as a person, everything you are,”

“…Nicholai…” he uttered, cupping his cheeks. “I am a very flawed individual,”

“I don’t care. I’m not perfect either,” Nicholai said. “All that matters is who you are and how you treat me. And you’ve been perfect to me. I love you, no matter what you’ve been through,”

Eire almost wanted to cry hearing that, instead, he pulled Nicholai close and buried his face into his neck, taking in his scent completely. Nicholai smiled, kissing his neck as he curled up with him in the shower. Slowly, Eire pulled back and kissed him deeply.

“You know…this means I’m never letting you go,”

Nicholai grinned, kicking his legs lightly. “Good,”