Saint was an attractive man with long, untidy afro curls that fell into his playful honey-colored eyes and over his dark, thick eyebrows. His stubbled jaw and distinct cleft chin added to his rugged appearance. Most of his teeth were not real; they were unusually straight, giving him a flawless smile.
Although his nose had been fractured on several occasions, leading to a misaligned form, it curiously added to his rugged allure. Despite being a person of color, his skin had a remarkable glow that seemed out of the ordinary.
Kyle despised him. However, Saint possessed a remarkable skill with his hands, knowing exactly where to touch Kyle to drive him wild. For some inexplicable reason, Kyle reluctantly allowed it.
Kyle hated the situation, but he found solace in the fact that Saint was trustworthy. He knew that Saint wouldn't disclose their secret. Kyle had gone to great lengths to protect his sexuality, and he intended to keep doing so as long as Saint was willing.
Given their families' circumstances, their relationship was far from easy to maintain. Perhaps when they had their first kiss as teenagers in the treehouse, they hadn't anticipated that their encounters would progress to the point they were at now. Maybe they should have ended it by now. However, despite its inherent wrongness, this arrangement brought comfort and familiarity. It represented the utmost security they could attain.
Nothing more.
Saint skillfully pleasured Kyle with his expert tongue, simultaneously searching for a bottle of lubricant in the pocket of his pajama bottoms. While adeptly caressing Kyle's erection with his tongue, Saint proceeded to apply lubricant to his fingers, getting ready to prepare Kyle for penetration.
Kyle had never been fond of this particular aspect, as it made him feel diminished and disrespected every time they engaged in such acts. The sensation reached its peak when Saint's fingers were inserted, frequently resulting in an uncomfortable scenario throughout the procedure.
On the other hand, Saint appeared unperturbed, displaying expertise and confidence. He removed his mouth from Kyle's cock, delivering a tantalizing suckle to his balls that sent a pleasurable shock through Kyle's body. With a reassuring tone, Saint said, "Relax, okay? It won't take long, I promise."
Kyle took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He despised that voice, especially in the presence of their families during dinners and picnics where Saint never missed an opportunity to poke fun at him in a condescending, teasing manner. Yet, during their private and intimate moments, Saint's demeanor transformed into one of patience and tenderness. His voice softened, and his accent shed its arrogance.
While Saint deftly prepared Kyle with his powerful fingers, he peppered open-mouthed kisses upon Kyle's neck and the tender area near his earlobe. Once Kyle signaled his readiness, he silently turned over and assumed a hands-and-knees position after Saint retrieved a condom from the breast pocket of his pajama shirt. Kyle couldn't bring himself to look at Saint. Even after all those years, he couldn't muster the courage to meet Saint's gaze during this moment. The embarrassment caused his heart to ache.
Saint appeared to comprehend and empathize. He entered Kyle with care, avoiding the roughness that had characterized their past encounters. During this occasion, the pace was unhurried and thoughtful. Kyle experienced the secure hold of Saint's sizable hands on his hips and waist, keeping him steady as Saint gradually pushed against his entrance. He even felt the gentle slaps of Saint's palms on his right buttock, a gesture that always elicited moans of pleasure from him.
"There. You've been yearning for this, haven't you?" Saint remarked.
"I have," Kyle replied, his longing evident. It was precisely what he had always yearned for.
As Saint began to move, Kyle had to stifle his cries to avoid drawing attention. Moaning and gasping for more was their usual pattern, but they had to be cautious since they shared the house with others.
"Gosh, Kyle. You love the feeling of me being inside you," Saint exclaimed.
In response, Kyle turned, his cheeks undoubtedly blushing with embarrassment. Yet, he couldn't deny the truth of Saint's statement.
With one hand firmly gripping a fistful of Kyle's hair, Saint thrust into him forcefully, pressing Kyle's cheek against the wooden floor. Both of them desired to be uninhibited, but they exercised restraint, mindful of their housemates. Kyle muffled his cries with his hands, occasionally uttering incomprehensible phrases in the midst of the intensity.
Kyle fervently hoped that no one could overhear them.
When Saint leaned forward to kiss Kyle's mouth, Kyle grew desperate for release and eagerly pushed back against him. It was at this moment that he was reminded why he couldn't let go of this forbidden connection—it was too intoxicatingly pleasurable.
"Are you on the edge, Kyle?" Saint inquired.
Kyle was indeed on the brink, and he succumbed. He clenched his teeth, pounded the hard wood floor, and released himself onto Saint's slick hand.
Saint accelerated, causing waves of pleasure to surge through Kyle's body with each forceful thrust. Just as the intensity reached its peak and Kyle felt overwhelmed, Saint came to a halt, pulsating inside him before collapsing onto Kyle's kneeling figure. Their bodies entwined, Saint's weight pressing against Kyle, both of them exhausted and spent.
Afterwards, they both collapsed onto the floor, and Kyle couldn't escape the familiar onslaught of self-reproach and embarrassment.
"Well, you were quite insatiable," Saint remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Gosh, just piss off," Kyle retorted, wanting to distance himself from Saint. However, Saint grabbed his waist, pulling him closer until Kyle was pinned on top of him, their eyes locked. As Saint maintained eye contact with Kyle, his mischievous smile vanished, leaving Kyle speechless and captivated.
Seeking a conversational detour from their unspoken connection, Kyle swiftly noted, "You're still rocking that quirky gold tooth, eh?"
"Aw," Saint replied, a mischievous grin returning to his face. "It tastes like you."
Kyle responded with a contemptuous snort.
"It does," Saint insisted. "You can find out for yourself."
Rolling his eyes, Kyle inclined his head, bringing his lips close to Saint's. Instead of kissing the gold tooth, he playfully captured Saint's upper lip between his teeth, teasingly grazing it with his tongue and giving it a gentle bite.
"Damn," Saint uttered, inhaling sharply through his nose.
As an exercise in mischief, and knowing it would only further stir their desires, Kyle brushed his tongue against Saint's, prompting Saint to slide a hand around Kyle's neck and deepen the kiss. After an extended, curiously gentle kiss, Kyle raised his gaze and noticed that Saint was once again observing him intently, wearing a solemn look on his face. Kyle swallowed but refrained from saying anything as Saint traced lines along his jaw with his fingers. He hoped that the maelstrom of emotions he felt wasn't evident on his face.
"I've missed you," Saint suddenly declared in a straightforward manner.
Kyle found himself unsure of how to respond, as verbal communication wasn't a common practice between them. Their interactions were typically devoid of such conversations.
"I need to go," Saint conveyed with a sincere tone, his regret evident. "Take some time to get ready, but then I must resume the day's tasks."
"Okay," Kyle responded.
Saint placed his hand on Kyle's jaw, tilting it upward. With an affectionate gaze and a slight smile on his lips, he kissed Kyle.
In response, Kyle forcefully pressed the other man against the wooden floor, kissing him back aggressively. This was their familiar dynamic—constantly competing for control until either one or both of them would yield, granting themselves the sought-after release.
"I really have to go," Saint uttered, yet his teeth grazed along Kyle's nipple as he spoke.
"Okay," Kyle replied.
"I wish things could be different," Saint expressed.
"Why? I think our time together has reached its conclusion, right?" Kyle inquired.
Stopping his suction on Kyle's nipple, Saint fell into a momentary state of reflection. "Right."
They both swiftly got up from the floor and dressed. Kyle ensured any evidence of their recent encounter was eliminated, leaving the place as pristine as he had found it.
"Perhaps another time," Saint remarked as he stood by the door, ready to depart.
"Only in your dreams," Kyle retorted.
Saint let out a laugh, and just when Kyle assumed the interaction was over, Saint's grin widened, and he posed a question, "Was it my presence that made you uneasy yesterday? In the living room?"
For a moment, Kyle struggled to catch on to the implied meaning of Saint's words, needing a brief pause to fully understand.
"Damn you," Kyle replied.
Saint's smile broadened. "Couldn't keep it together, preoccupied with thoughts of my cock, right?"
"Have a great day, you bastard."
Saint playfully walked up to Kyle and teasingly booped his nose before departing, leaving Kyle with conflicting emotions of anger and a peculiar sense of relief.
Kyle contemplated the possibility of another encounter, but he knew deep down that it wouldn't happen. He resolved to end this.
While picturing the idea of moving forward, Kyle unconsciously traced his fingertips over the tender area where Saint had nibbled his ear. The lingering sensation of Saint's lips on that spot still sent tingles through his body.
It was then that Kyle realized that devising plans to end their affair was futile. As long as Saint was content with the arrangement, Kyle would never be able to refuse him.