by Lily Harlem
“Don’t worry. There’s more,” Leo said, draping himself over Malik and pressing his cock to Malik’s hole.
“Yes, please, more.”
“I’m going to make love to you, Malik. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please, make love to me. I can’t wait any longer.”
Leo pushed in, his journey easy now that his fingers had loosened the entry point.
Malik spread his legs wider and arched his spine.
Leo pushed on and on. They both gasped.
The bliss surrounding Leo’s cock was enough to sap his strength and he half-flopped onto Malik. “Damn, you’re amazing.”
“Keep going,” Malik said. “I want you all.”
“You’re going to get it.” Leo managed to support himself on his arms a little, though his chest remained tight against Malik’s back. He curled his hips under and tunneled to full-depth.
“Yes,” Malik hissed. “Fuck yes.”
“Can you feel me against your prostate?” Leo asked, his lips moving on Malik’s neck.
“Yes, there, my hole, my balls, I can feel you everywhere.”
“I’m not going to last long,” Leo said, as a shot of urgency seared through his veins.
“No, just come. I want to…” Malik twisted his head. “Come.”
Leo pulled almost out then plunged back in. They both grunted.
He repeated the action, his cock tingling and his bollocks hot and desperate.
“I’m coming,” Malik said, burying his face in the pillow.
Leo felt Malik’s arsehole spasming around the root of his dick. It sent a chain reaction through Leo and his shaft swelled then released.
The strength of the orgasm stole his breath and made him dizzy. He drove in as deeply as he could, emptying his spunk high inside Malik. On and on his shaft pulsed and Malik’s pleasure vibrated around his cock. His groin was pushed into Malik’s arse cheeks and his heart beat through his chest wall against Malik’s back.
Leo scrabbled for Malik’s hands, then gripped them with his, linking their fingers. “I can make you feel like this forever.”
“Yes. Forever. That is what I want. Forever with you.”
Leo closed his eyes as his heart swelled with happiness. They wanted the same future and he would make it happen if it was the last thing he did.
Epilogue
“In here,” Leo called from the dining area.
“Okay,” Malik said, his voice echoing over the shiny tiles they’d chosen for their high-rise apartment.
Leo looked up from setting the table. “Did you have a good day?”
“Busy, but only because we have three new nurses and they need to be told what to do and where everything is.”
“Can’t complain at that.”
“I know and I was the new one six months ago, so I remember what it is like.”
“We were both the new ones.” Leo poured white wine into two elegant glasses. “I’ve made your favorite.”
“Beef bourguignon?”
“Yes, with suet dumplings.”
Malik walked up behind Leo and wrapped his arms around his waist. “You spoil me. You know that?”
“That’s my intention—every day, forever.” He placed the wine down and pressed his hand over Malik’s forearm. “You went a long time with very little. Now it’s time to enjoy the fruits of your hard work.”
“Your hard work, you mean?”
“No.” Leo turned and cupped Malik’s cheek. “Our hard work. We both contribute to this apartment. We both work hard for our money.”
Malik smiled. “I know, but you will always earn more.”
“And that is an issue because?”
“Because I wish we could be more equal.”
Leo laughed. “Oh, not this again. You know it balances out. You get to address the balance in the bedroom and out on the plains.”
Malik grinned and took a sip of wine. “Yeah, and you know what? I might just set to that bedroom balancing task after dinner.”
Leo grinned and his cock tingled. “Shall we skip dinner?”
“No.” Malik shook his head. “I have done eight hours on a surgical ward. I need food.”
“Of course. I’ll serve.” Leo dashed into the kitchen and retrieved the casserole from the oven.
“I’m just going to freshen up,” Malik called, his footsteps fading as he walked toward the bedroom.
“Okay. Don’t be long.” Leo set down the oven gloves and stared out of the window.
From here, in Westlands, he could see across the whole of the city. Today was yet another bright sunny day and Leo was, as ever, grateful for the air-conditioning they’d had installed. He was grateful for everything. This time two years ago—broken and depressed after Han’s leaving—he’d never have guessed that he’d find happiness in Kenya or that his career would take him to the Aga Khan Hospital in Nairobi. But when his month of Medics On Hand was up, he’d applied for a consultant position in tropical medicine, been given the job at interview and asked to start straight away.
It was a dream career, practicing the medicine he’d specialized in and continually able to learn and grow. There was much more practical work to be done in Africa than back in London and he was loving every minute of it.
Once he’d started, it had only been a matter of weeks until Malik had moved from Cagaha Buurta to live with him. He’d purposely picked a two-bedroom apartment so that for appearances sake, they could say they were simply flatmates. They were still learning about their relationship and were happy to avoid questions in the majority, except for a few of Malik’s old city friends who they’d hooked up with. They were more surprised that Malik was with a white man than anything else but were friendly and sociable and they’d enjoyed a few nights out in city bars with them. One had even asked Leo if he’d like a round of golf sometime.
Yes, things were good for Leo. Not what he’d expected, but good, very good.
He took the lid off the casserole and poked at the dumplings with a spoon. Malik loved Leo cooking for him, so if his shift meant that he could, he did. Leo had taken great delight in having a supermarket nearby and being able to create dishes for Malik that he’d never tried. Tempting and teasing his tastebuds and introducing him to traditional English dishes. It seemed toad-in-the-hole was a particular favorite, too.
The shower came on and the sound of Malik singing filtered toward him. Leo smiled and opened one of the shiny red cupboards that lined their kitchen and took out two plates. He set them in the oven to warm then buttered four slices of bread and added it the table.
He paused for a moment and took a sip of wine, then glanced at the big picture they’d chosen together from the Central Market. It had a bronze-colored frame and showed the Kenyan plains. A herd of zebra were galloping across the center of the picture, kicking up dust that fuzzed into the overhead sun. Behind them a lioness sprinted at full stretch.
Leo loved that picture. Much as the scene in real life had scared him, it reminded him of the canyon and the wonderful time they’d had together there. When they’d seen the picture, there was no question about buying it. It had to be theirs and now they enjoyed it every day, though how sentimental it was to them they kept a secret.
The shower flicked off and Leo headed back into the kitchen. He added three ladles of beef bourguignon to the warmed plates and set them on the table.
“Good timing,” he said, as Malik walked into the room wearing only a pair of navy Nike sweats.
“You know me. The smell of food lures me in.” He smiled and went to the stereo, put on a gentle classical music channel then took a seat.
Leo sat opposite and they chinked glasses.
“How did your day go?” Malik asked, digging into a dumpling.
“Great, I got the first stage of approval for that research project.”
“You did? That is really good news.”
“Yes, it is. Also makes all those hours of filling in forms worth it.” Leo tried some of the food
. “Mmm, this is nice even if I say so myself.”
“Good, very good,” Malik said, blowing on a chunk of meat then biting into it.
“Is Salim still coming to the city this weekend?”
“Yes. We must expect him as he has no way of letting us know if he isn’t.”
“And we are meeting him near the train station?”
“Yes. He is collecting the new doctor.”
“I am glad they have a new doctor for the village.”
“It has only been six months this time. It has been years in the past, but Sister Afua holds it all together very well.”
“She does a great job.”
“She is an amazing woman. The village would be lost without her.”
“Do you have the supplies ready to send back with Salim?” Leo asked.
Malik sipped his wine and glanced out of the window. It was floor-to-ceiling and led onto a balcony where they’d set two chairs and a table so on cool nights they could sit and watch the sunset over the city. “No. I will shop tomorrow.”
“I’ll help you. I also have things to go to the village hospital, though the new doctor should be well stocked the way I was.”
“Including a gun?” Malik paused for a moment then resumed eating.
“I’m sure that will be the first thing Salim asks him, but if it means Namrin stays away then all the better.”
“Yes, it is good that he has not been back to Cagaha Buurta since that night.”
Leo suppressed a shudder. “Mmm, that night. Let’s not think about it.” He cut into a dumpling.
They ate in silence, listening to the piano music tinkling across the lounge. When they’d finished, Malik stood and gathered the plates.
“That was delicious,” he said.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“I did.” He went into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher.
Leo took his wine and stood in the doorway, watching Malik as he moved around tidying things away and wiping down the surfaces. That was the deal. Whoever cooked didn’t clear up. That was the job of the one who’d been cooked for.
When the kitchen was clean and smelled of the apple spray surface cleaner Leo had bought, Malik turned to him.
Leo drained the last of his wine and let his gaze slide down Malik’s body. His dark skin glowed with health and his abs, despite his new culinary adventures, were still as tight as ever. The sweats sat low on his hips, giving Leo a tantalizing glimpse of his obliques, which arrowed toward his groin.
His groin. Mmm, now that was a nice bulge going on. Leo licked his lips.
He could make out the shape of Malik’s cock beneath the material. Hanging to the left the thick wedge of flesh poked upward as if straining to get to the waistband.
“I see you’re still hungry,” Leo said as blood rushed to his pelvis, increasing the hardness of his already very interested dick.
“Always, for you.” Malik walked over to him and took the glass from his hand. He set it aside. “And you know what I want to do.”
The glint in Malik’s eyes sent a tremble through Leo. He loved that look—it was playful, dominant and so sexy. “Tell me,” he managed.
“I want to make your white skin pink.” Malik stroked the back of his index finger down Leo’s cheek. “You know how I love to do that, don’t you. It is so pretty.”
Leo laughed, though it was a tense sound. “I wish you wouldn’t use the word pretty to describe me.”
“But you are.” Malik skimmed his lips over Leo’s mouth. “Light hair, pale eyes and skin like ivory. Pretty.”
Leo tried to grump but he couldn’t. He wanted Malik to make him pink, turn him on, make him come, and if he had to cope with the word pretty then he would.
Malik ran his hand down Leo’s chest, bunching his gray T-shirt as he went. He came to rest on the waistband of Leo’s dark blue jeans.
“Are you hard for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Leo said, captivated by Malik’s tongue as he swept it over his lips, leaving a damp line. “Very.”
“Let me see.” Malik pressed his palm over Leo’s groin, cupping his shaft through the denim. “Mmm, you are. I like it. I like it a lot.”
Leo resisted fluttering his eyes shut. “Shall we move this to the bedroom?”
“Oh yes.” Malik took his hand and led the way. “That is a definite.”
Leo adored this moment of surrender. All day he’d been the consultant responsible for a busy department. He’d been in charge and giving orders. Now he belonged to Malik. His pleasure belonged to Malik and he knew his warrior lover could deliver spectacularly. He needn’t worry about a thing.
Malik had already pulled their bedroom curtains half shut, not that anyone could see in from the height of their apartment, but it gave the room a sultry, sexy atmosphere. Their bed was huge, set in the center and covered with rich burgundy sheets. Several cabinets were spread about and they shared a big walk-in wardrobe.
Beside the wardrobe was a wall-hung mirror, full-length and in front of it stood a brown leather ottoman. It was of perfect height for Leo to bend over and the main reason they’d bought it from a local secondhand store. Its four legs sank into the deep pile carpet and the body was high, shaped like a horse without the head and neck.
Beside it Leo had placed a wooden table with a small drawer. They kept it stocked with lube and condoms, as well as a few butt plugs and a paddle.
Malik stopped in front of the ottoman. He released Leo’s hand and reached for the base of his top. He pulled it over his head and tossed it toward the bed. It missed and landed on the floor.
“Are you ready to hand yourself over to me?” he asked, stroking his palm over Leo’s chest and circling his nipples.
Leo’s buttocks tingled and his erection strained against the zipper of his jeans. “Yes. Yes I am.”
Malik nodded seriously and pursed his lips.
Leo knew it was because Malik took great pride in the fact Leo trusted him enough to indulge in this spanking play. One day they’d explore much more of their Dominant and submissive sexual sides. It had always been part of their sex together. Right now they were still getting used to the novelty of being able to fuck each other and play these light games whenever they wanted. Sneaking around in the dark and muffling cries of pleasure were a thing of the past.
Thank goodness.
Malik stooped and slowly undid Leo’s belt. He then carefully threaded it through the loops of his jeans and tugged it, like a snake, until it was free. He dropped it onto the floor, near the base of the ottoman.
“Do you remember that first time?” Malik asked. “In your room in the village?”
“Yes. I will never forget it.” Leo closed his eyes as Malik undid the button and zipper on his jeans. The pressure relieved a little on his cock but then surged as Malik slipped them and his boxers to his knees and his erection burst forward.
Malik gripped Leo’s shaft and swept his tongue over the tip.
Leo sucked a breath through gritted teeth. Stamina was always in short supply when Malik had hold of him.
“Step out of these,” Malik ordered, releasing him and slipping off the last of Leo’s clothing.
Leo lifted his feet one at a time and Malik dragged the material free.
“That’s it, just right,” Malik said, touching Leo’s hips and forcing him to turn, to face the ottoman. He stayed on his knees, though, head level with Leo’s buttocks. “That first time,” he said, his breath warm on Leo’s flesh, “it was only a few slaps but my handprints even in the shadows I could see them perfectly.”
“You never told me that.”
“I’m telling you now.” He leaned forward and kissed Leo’s arse cheek, the one he’d spanked that first time.
Leo clenched his fists. Malik’s mouth on him always sent a rush of desire racing through his nerves. He hardly knew how he would be able to control himself.
“I loved it, seeing my handprint all red and hot. It made you mine.”
“I am yours.”
“I know and I am thankful for that every day.” Malik stood and kissed from Leo’s shoulder to the dip of his neck. “Bend over, Leo. Give me your arse, all of it—the skin, your hole, your sweet little hot-spot.”
Leo didn’t need asking twice. He felt feverish with desire and the blood in his dick was beating to the tempo of his pulse. He tipped over the long length of the ottoman, with his chest and abdomen on the cool leather but his cock still free and unrestricted.
Malik smoothed his palms up Leo’s back, as though checking his position, making sure he was satisfied. He drifted them down Leo’s arms, which hung against the front legs of the structure.
Leo watched Malik’s every move in the mirror. Malik’s expression was such a turn on. The way his lips were parted and how his erection jutted forward, hot, hard and heavy, poking at his sweats.
“You are watching, yes?”
“Yes,” Leo said, swallowing, his mouth was dry. He was a little light-headed, a combination of wine and anticipation.
Malik was taking his time about it, slipping his big, dark hand over Leo’s skin as though fascinated by its pale sheen. He dipped between Leo’s buttocks, slid temptingly near his hole then swept his attention down his legs to his knees and back.
Then it came suddenly, one hard thwack.
Leo grunted and jerked, his cock bobbed and the heat from the sting raged to his anus.
Malik rubbed the sore patch. “Good?”
“Yes. More.” Another electric-hot slap hit down—the opposite buttock this time.
Again Leo groaned and jolted forward.
“Mmm, pinking nicely,” Malik said. He moved away, stepping out of his sweats and releasing his dick.
Leo panted through the burn, his concentration firmly on Malik’s erection.
“You see this?” Malik said, coming to stand by Leo’s head and holding his cock. “It’s going to fuck your white arse soon, very soon.”
“Yes.” Leo nodded. He strained his neck, needing a taste.
“Ah, greedy today, aren’t you?”
Leo couldn’t reply, because Malik had slipped his cock between his lips and slid the tip over his tongue.
