Ilhan shifted closer to the table. “You’re mean… Yeah. A merciless meany. Now how am I going to stand up without giving that old couple in the corner a stroke? Hm? Hm?” He did his best to look cross but his sparkling eyes and lips struggled not to smile, showing how much fun he was having.
“That’s a lie. Take that back. I deny everything. You can’t prove anything. I refuse to accept I’m the cause of your discomfort.” John seductively rubbed his ankle against Ilhan’s leg again.
“Aii. I’m never going to leave this table now. But I’m okay, it’s obvious you want to spend the night here rubbing my ankle instead of doing other things at home… I understand that.” Ilhan patted John’s hand and grinned.
“Hmm. I see my error now,” he drawled and withdrew his foot. “You’d better be ready to stand up by the time I come back.” John stood and winked at the man who was stuck sitting at the table as he went to the gents. When he paid for the meal and returned to the table, he stood in front of Ilhan. “Ready?” he asked with his head tilted.
“Oh. Yes. I’m ready,” he quipped, knowing he sounded cheesy.
“So am I. Come on. Let’s go. Everything’s ready and your chauffeur’s ready to take you home, Mr Avci.” John leered at Ilhan.
“The words sound innocent but somehow I doubt you mean that,” Ilhan blushed, speaking softly.
“Invite me to your home and see,” John leaned toward Ilhan and rumbled in his deep voice.
Ilhan turned beetroot-red as he left the restaurant with John’s hand guiding him gently.
As soon as they got in the car, John grabbed Ilhan by his collar and brought his lips against his. “Open your mouth,” he growled.
Ilhan whimpered and opened his lips. John’s tongue was already prodding inside.
Ilhan mumbled against John’s mouth. “This isn’t as romantic or as comfortable as it looks on TV, eh. The console’s biting into me.”
“No, but I’m still having fun,” John mumbled, making sure he held Ilhan’s face so he didn’t back off.
“That’s because it’s me who’s trying to lean over you while you’re lying on your back thinking of…probably England?” Ilhan mumbled playfully, just holding back his piggy snort. He knew John had moved forward to help him, which warmed his heart, but he still wanted to play too. He enjoyed his time with John immensely.
“My God. Are you one of those talking bed partners? Fuck. Shut up and kiss me properly.” John growled, taking charge of the kiss before they drove back to Perth.
When they arrived back at the flat, Ilhan opened his front door, and turned to invite John in dramatically. “Come in, at your own peril. Mwahaha.”
“You, silly goose.” John grinned and grabbed him, pulling him into his arms and kicking the door closed. “I love kissing you,” he mumbled.
“Good cos I love you kissing me,” Ilhan whispered. They awkwardly walked to the sofa as they kissed. Ilhan mumbled against John’s lips, “This feels like you’re about to have your wicked ways with me.”
John could’ve rolled his eyes, but they were closed and he responded against Ilhan’s mouth, “No. It feels like I’m trying to kiss you while you prattle on.”
Ilhan answered back tartly, but ended up squeaking as John glided his hands to Ilhan’s pants. “I’m shocked! I don’t prattle on… Eeekk! Where are your hands going?”
“What? Oh! That hand. It’s trying to get in your pants to feel your bubble butt, but, fuck! Your pants are so tight, I think the blood supply to my fingers is cut off right now,” John said, and earned a piggy snort from Ilhan.
Ilhan’s shy responses were an indication of how inexperienced he was and it reminded John to be gentler. Humor and play were the best icebreaker at that moment.
Ilhan tsked playfully. “You sound like a quitter. Us Turks would never quit so easily. We’d fight till the end to win a battle. Aii! That hurt!”
“Shut up. You deserve that for your cheekiness.” John gave another playful spank to Ilhan’s bum. So it’s true. Dreams can come true. He almost laughed out loud at his thoughts.
“Kiss me properly before I go home,” he demanded and took charge of the situation. He loved Ilhan’s sassy ways. He’d never met anyone as quirky as this small pocket of dynamite, currently melting in his arms.
“Won’t you stay?” Ilhan whispered.
John shook his head and kissed his date as if he had all the time in the world. Ilhan whimpered.
“No. Not on our first date.”
John leaned forward and rubbed his nose on the other man’s neck, loving the close contact as he spoke.
“Babe, the way you’ve been acting tells me you’re not very experienced. Am I wrong in my assumption?” He felt Ilhan nod his head. He leaned back and looked into Ilhan’s eyes.
“This is also why I want to go slow. I don’t devour virgins. I mean to enjoy and play with your cherry before I pop it, if I’m allowed. I want everything to be good for both of us.” John rubbed his thumb against Ilhan’s cheek as he spoke slowly.
Even John giggled with Ilhan at his own cheesy words. He gave Ilhan more long slow kisses, ramping them both up to crazy levels before reluctantly dragging himself away from the flat, and his gorgeous Turkish man.
CHAPTER SIX - Ilhan
“Hey, at least I’ve stopped trying to create rubbish so I could see you!” Ilhan quipped after sticking his tongue out at John, whose lips twitched as if he was trying hard to maintain his serious expression.
“That’s true, but now you ask me to check your water taps. Somehow all I do is kiss you, and taste desserts you’ve experimented with.”
“True…true. Water taps seemed like a legitimate excuse to lure you into my den at the time, though… Mwahaha. However, I do need your help with this new recipe. Come on, admit it. You liked my version of baklava the other night. I believe you’ll like this surprise even more.” Ilhan smiled faintly, rubbing his forefinger against John’s abdomen.
John groaned. “Who wouldn’t? They were filled with pistachios and honey. Actually, I think I saw a little crumb on your lips…here…let me get that…” John started kissing and licking.
“No. My lips are clean! You cleaned them the other night, remember? You keep cleaning my lips. I think they’re shining from your intense clean-up work.” Ilhan giggled, allowing his body to be pulled against John.
“You’re a very clean man,” John whispered against his neck.
Ilhan giggled again, despite his growing hard-on.
“You know, we don’t have to stay in the kitchen, right? I do have a sofa in the lounge.” Ilhan sounded breathless as he absorbed John’s hardening contours on his back.
“Yeah, but I like you trapped between me and the blasted sink that seems to give all sorts of imaginary troubles.” John nuzzled Ilhan’s neck, giving him little nibbles.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll find another excuse to call you to come up here in the evenings.” Ilhan gasped, feeling the muscular man’s gentle bites.
“Oh? So you do admit you’re telling blatant lies to bring me up to your home where you can take advantage of my purely innocent intentions?” John mumbled in between nibbles, rubbing his crotch against Ilhan’s arse.
“Yeah. I admit I’ve been lying for the last few days to bring you up here. I deserve to be punished! Punish me! Punish me like you’ve never punished me before, baby!” Ilhan’s hand fluttered to his forehead in an attempt to look dramatic and pushed his groin against John’s. He couldn’t stop grinding himself against the growing bulge in John’s pants.
“More than a few days, to be correct. It has been six days exactly. Hmm… Did you just say you deserved to be punished?” John asked, suckling the other man’s earlobe and eliciting a groan from Ilhan.
“Yes. But, if you knew I was telling lies, why did you come up? So… There! I caught you! You wanted to see me… Admit it… The truth will free you,” Ilhan answered, enjoying the tingles John gave him. Fuck. I love what he’s doing right now. This man knows how to
give pleasure, but most of all he knows how to make me laugh. Ilhan loved everything about John. They talked well too, and…kissed…and tumbled together playfully.
“How can I lie? I admit I wanted to see you. I can’t have enough of you. There, I set myself free with my loud admission,” John mumbled as he rocked his hips against his boyfriends and reached to squeeze his crotch.
“Yes…yes. You’re now free by your own admission, which means you can no longer complain to me when I call you. Yay! I’m set free too!” Ilhan whimpered and shifted his body to feel John’s cock digging into his bum. His hard cock twitched despite their denims. When John’s arms circled his body tightly, Ilhan slid his arms backward to hold the taller man’s hips, pulling him closer to his body.
“Want to go to my bed?” he whispered, enjoying his man’s hand on his throbbing cock.
“No… Not yet. You told me I’m your first boyfriend so I’m going to romance you more. I heard Turks are a romantic lot. I’m not going anywhere near your bed, yet, no matter how much I ache.”
Ilhan arms clasped John’s head, and he whispered, “All I know is that I love the way you wickedly romance me.”
“And, I sure love how you respond to my wicked ways,” John growled, rocking his hips and sliding his hand under Ilhan’s T-shirt to tweak his nipple, making Ilhan gasp.
John’s soft voice made Ilhan feel warm inside. He whimpered as he tightened his arms around John’s and rocked his hips in response as if they were making love.
“Want to go to the movies tonight or do you need to study?” John murmured, kissing Ilhan’s shoulder.
“I need to study but I don’t want to… I’d rather go to the movies with you.” Ilhan gasped when he felt teeth biting him. The sensation sent more blood rushing to his cock making him groan.
“Hmm… How about I bring my book up here and you study tonight? We can go to the movies on Friday, yeah?”
“You sure about that? Cos I’m happy to study at the library later on.”
“Nah… It’s okay. I wanted to finish the last few chapters of my book. It’s eating me. I want to know what happens to Ben.”
“I think you’ve fallen in love with a fictional character from Nya Rawlyns’ ‘Mending Fences.’ You know he’s not real, right?” Ilhan slid his arms down to tickle John’s sides awkwardly with his back resting against the taller man’s chest.
“Hey…stop that!” John gasped and giggled.
Ilhan turned quickly and tickled John more vigorously. “You’re ticklish!” He laughed gleefully. “My guy is ticklish!”
John tried to hold him at an arm’s length, but failed as his knees buckled to protect his midsection. Ilhan gave an exaggerated laugh and bent over John to keep him laughing and defenceless. Ilhan was like an octopus, tickling John anywhere and everywhere. However, his victory was short lived, when John managed to stand up and haul him over his shoulder and throw him over the couch.
“Now it’s my turn,” John growled. He leapt on the slighter man and grabbed his hands above his head so he couldn’t tickle John again.
“Now, what you gonna do, hmm?” John asked, leering at Ilhan. “Me thinks you’re in trouble,” he leaned down to growl in Ilhan’s ear. He started biting Ilhan’s neck playfully. As he bit and nibbled, Ilhan felt John’s subtle change—his body shivered and he softly gasped which made his own stomach flutter.
He watched John lift his head to peer at his face and neck.
“You’re marked, you’re mine now,” John said possessively, his fingers feathering the bit marks.
Ilhan’s cock throbbed, hearing John’s low, sultry tone. He brought his hands to John’s shoulders and dragged his nails down to his arse. John closed his eyes and groaned. He opened his eyes to look at Ilhan and shifted his lower body to slide between Ilhan’s legs. John rolled his hips against Ilhan’s as if he was trying to get more comfortable, and Ilhan opened his legs wider to accommodate his boyfriend.
“Now you’re trapped,” John whispered against Ilhan’s lips, which made Ilhan dig his nails in against the muscular arse. His cock twitched again when he heard John groan softly. Hmm. He likes being scratched. He dragged his nails back to his man’s shoulders.
“Yes. You got me again,” Ilhan whispered, his arousal evident on his face.
“I love kissing you,” John murmured in between nibbles and smooches, grinding his cock against Ilhan’s.
“Fuck me. We’re way past the third date thing, and have kissed so many times. I’m ready. Can you feel how ready you are too?” Ilhan whimpered, trying to sound playful, but his aroused state made it obvious how serious he was.
He watched John sit back to open his own shirt buttons slowly, one by one. Ilhan licked his lips as John’s seductive gaze, eyed his almost hairless chest. He cried out in pleasure when John pinched his hard nipples. The intense pain and pleasure felt amazing. It’s one thing to pinch my own nipples but…wow. It’s another thing when someone else does. He was in a pleasure induced daze.
Ilhan grabbed John’s thighs tightly to keep him straddling his body.
CHAPTER SEVEN - John
There was hardly any chest hair on the playful man. This was the first time John was doing something other than kissing and groping. Ever since Ilhan had told him that he hadn’t had sex with anyone, he’d wanted to take everything slow and easy. He didn’t want to treat this young Turkish man like a woman, but knew enough about his culture to know that moving slowly somehow felt better.
Since he’d come to John’s apartment last week, they’d been seeing each other every day. The Indian restaurant to which John took him had been perfect for their first night out together. He’d never forget how Ilhan had dressed that evening. It was the first time John had seen him wearing expensive dress pants and a nice shirt. He’d looked stunning. Thank God, I wore suit pants and a decent shirt too, he thought as he gazed at him.
He leaned forward and licked Ilhan’s small dusky pink nipple. “You smell fucking gorgeous. I could devour you, you know,” he murmured. When Ilhan groaned loudly and lifted his hips forward, John spoke against the hardened small nipple. “But then maybe I’ll snack on you now… Would you like that?” Saying it aloud made John hornier. He suckled Ilhan’s nipples, and bathed the hard nub with his tongue, balancing on his arms to not squash him.
Ilhan’s deeper groan and the way he ground his hips against John reminded him once again how he wasn’t used to being touched intimately—it was sexy as hell. Watching the semi-naked man’s face, he slowly dragged his tongue lower. Ilhan’s eyes opened wider; totally focused on what John was doing to him. John reached Ilhan’s slim treasure trail, laving his tongue all over his skin, and Ilhan’s hips moved, wanting more, moaning out his need.
John sat back with his eyebrows lifted to silently ask, “Want me to go further?” He ignored his own throbbing discomfort.
Ilhan’s eyes never left John’s face. He bit his lower lip and nodded his head.
John unlaced Ilhan's board shorts and pulled the Velcro opening apart. “All this time you went commando and said nothing to me? You tease!” he mumbled, pulling them down. When they reached Ilhan's hips, John commanded, “Lift.” He pulled them off and threw them over his shoulders. “There. Now you’re free from that encumbrance.”
His gaze fell helplessly on the younger man, now wearing nothing but a short-sleeved shirt. “Fuck. You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered with his eyes on the slim, erect cock. He reached down slowly to touch the perfectly round, almost smooth globes that were nestled between Ilhan's thighs. They sat in his palm, slightly warm and fuzzy. He stroked them, feeling the balls inside.
“That feels amazing. It's better than the times when I touch myself,” Ilhan whispered in awe.
“Oh? You touch yourself often?”
“Yes, I do…” he whimpered as John’s touch sent him soaring. “Daily, especially after you leave me in the evenings. All those touches and kisses leave me horny.”
“Hmm... I like that I make
you horny and stroke yourself daily, but I'd prefer it more if it was me who did the touching and pleasuring you.” John leaned forward and suckled his neck. “Fuck, I love the way you smell; all musky, clean and coconutty... I could gobble you up... Actually, I think I’ll nibble on you now.”
He slid off the couch on to his knees. He shifted Ilhan's body so he was sitting with his thighs wide open for him. He leered at Ilhan and then leaned in to lick one of the smaller, fuzzy globes. Suckling and laving his tongue on Ilhan's balls—Ilhan’s thighs shook from pleasure overload. John grabbed the shaky muscles to keep them spread.
He was rock hard and uncomfortable in his jeans, but the joy of seeing Ilhan's flushed body with his wide eyes, watching his every move, made his pleasure a priority and not his own.
He deep throated Ilhan's circumcised penis, and his lover moaned and grabbed John’s head, as if he wanted to ensure he’d never stop. Ilhan was close to reaching his orgasm. His steel hard cock wept as John tasted the precum in his mouth. When the cock twitched in his mouth and the fuzzy balls were high and tight, John squeezed the open thighs more and sucked him harder, brushing the soft skin with his thumbs.
This was more than sex for John. It was about taking pride in pleasuring his man as well as increasing the intimacy levels between them.
“Ahh… Fuck! I’m coming... John!” Ilhan moaned as John massaged his balls until the semen gushed into his mouth. He didn’t realize he was stroking his own cock with his free hand until he felt Ilhan's dick soften slightly and calm down.
Ilhan leaned forward to pull John up to his side. “Come here.” When John sat on the sofa, he crawled over his lap and felt how turned on John was. “It's my turn to make you go all gaga from pleasure,” Ilhan breathlessly retorted.
“No. You don't have to.”
“Yes, I do. I want to. But you’ll need to guide me a bit. I’ve only done this once or twice in high school, okay?”
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