Aaron lay upon Giovanni, eager to rise but held back by Giovanni's arms pulling him closer. Their erections rubbed against each other, a testament to their mutual arousal. Giovanni began to caress Aaron's body, starting at his chest and descending down his belly, from his navel to his penis.
Giovanni delicately grasped Aaron's penis with his pinky finger, caressed it with his ring finger before firmly taking hold of it with his right hand. Meanwhile, his left hand wandered through Aaron's hair, caressing it with passion. Giovanni's movements elicited a soft involuntary moan from Aaron, who bit his lower lip in a mix of pleasure and excitement.
"Touch me. Touch me wherever you desire, but touch me," Giovanni requested of Aaron as he touched Aaron himself.
Aaron then took Giovanni's penis and began to play with it, faster and faster. The tension was rising between the two men, Giovanni pulling Aaron closer and placing them face to face, their penises rubbing against each other as they masturbated together. Aaron's eyes closed in pleasure, and Giovanni took the opportunity to kiss him passionately.
"Aaron. Aaron." Kira called out frantically. Aaron jumped, but Giovanni pulled him close, kissing him again. Their hands slid down their bodies, reaching their climax at the same time. Fortunately, no sound escaped their mouths, stifled by the kiss. Catching his breath, Aaron answered his sister that he was in the shower, while she informed him that lunch was ready before leaving.
Aaron showered and then went to the dining room with Giovanni for lunch. Giovanni seemed refreshed and had a satisfied and happy look as he descended.
"We started without you. What were you actually doing?" Olivia asked, trying to embarrass her brother.
"I don't know about Aaron," replied Giovanni. "But I had work to catch up on."
"And you, Aaron?" Kira asked in turn.
"I was washing up. The smell of blood wouldn't go away, so it was taking some time," he explained.
"So, you're a doctor, Aaron?" Umberto asked.
"I hold a doctorate in medicine, indeed, but I work in my father's company as a manager and private physician," Aaron replied, omitting to mention his father's ties to the mafia.
Margherita was the household cook and she enjoyed serving Giovanni when he visited. Aged between fifty-five and fifty-eight, Umberto was in love with her, but she did not seem to reciprocate his feelings. Margherita was curious to know more about Aaron. Her fascination with him was personal and entirely innocent; she had never seen anyone as singular and handsome as the young man, and she had noticed the attention Giovanni paid to him.
"May I ask you a question, young man?" she asked Aaron, catching him off guard. He nodded.
"Are you married?"
"No, madam," Aaron replied.
"Do you have a girlfriend then? You are so handsome, you must attract many women," observed Margherita. Aaron smiled.
"Perhaps I am not so attractive, madam. You may be overestimating my charm. But I do not have a girlfriend either."
"Lord, Jesus."
On the other side of the table, right next to her brother, Kira struggled to hold back her laughter. She wanted to reveal to everyone that her brother was inexperienced in "love" and "relationships".
"Why are you laughing?" Aaron asked her.
"Nothing, my dear brother," she replied in Russian. "I just would like to see their expressions upon learning that you have never been in a romantic relationship." Forgetting momentarily that Giovanni understood Russian. "That you have never had a girlfriend."
"Having a girlfriend is not an achievement in itself. I can do very well without it," he replied to his sister before returning to his meal.
"Virgin," she whispered, teasing him, trying to hold back her laughter.
"I should have asked father to prevent you from making this stupid trip."
"It's too late now, brother."
Giovanni was seated at the head of the family, with Aaron on his right, in the front row, and his sister Kira just behind him. He was attentive to everything happening around him, to everything our two Russians were saying. When his eyes met Aaron's, he could see the astonishment in the latter's eyes. Aaron suddenly remembered that Giovanni spoke Russian, causing him to blush with embarrassment and quickly look away. Giovanni couldn't help but chuckle.
A mix of satisfaction, joy, and pride filled him after realizing that he was the first to have kissed the man he loved, Aaron, whom he had just kissed a few minutes ago. He told himself that Aaron was as pure on the inside as he was on the outside.
"Could I speak with you after lunch?" His sister asked him (it's Aaron and Kira talking) with a serious tone, still in Russian. Aaron nodded, though aware that it didn't bode well.
Giovanni, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at Aaron, staring intently at him and then looking away before looking back at him. Everyone could see it, even Nikita had noticed. It's not like Giovanni wanted to hide his desire for Aaron, on the contrary, he wanted everyone to know, to deter anyone who would dare to approach him. To know that Aaron belonged to him.