Read Online Dark Soul Vol. 4 by Aleksandr Voinov - Free Book Online

It was like Silvio had examined and explored him now, just as he had physically explored Silvio’s body under the shower that day. Maybe that was where their respective weaknesses lay. He had no clue how to make love to a man, and Silvio’s command and understanding of human emotions . . . seemed somewhat lacking.
    What a fucking pair we are, Stefano thought when Silvio pulled his undershirt over his head.
    Stefano reached for the belt that held Silvio’s bathrobe, and pulled it open, then brushed the heavy cloth off Silvio’s shoulders.
    Naked, Silvio was breathtaking, from the tight, clean shave to the groomed and perfect fingernails; every line of his body, every carefully arranged little detail, tattoo, scar, long legs and high, tiny ass. No second thoughts, though. Donata knew anyway. He’d have to make amends, apologize, find a solution to all this. But if he was going to be punished for it, he might just as well take what he needed beforehand.
    “What will this mean, Silvio?”
    “We can just fuck, doesn’t have to mean anything,” Silvio murmured, opening Stefano’s belt.
    “Do you value yourself so little?”
    “No, but it doesn’t have to be so complicated. It doesn’t have to mean anything beyond what we’re doing.” Silvio knelt down and slipped off Stefano’s shoes and socks. Being undressed by a naked man was weird, thrilling, and so intimate it made Silvio’s words sound like a lie.
    “But what if it could?”
    Silvio gave him an empty stare, either not comprehending, or guarding himself incredibly well. It all became moot when he rubbed his face against Stefano’s groin, the gesture of an animal.
    We’re just what we do, not what we feel. Tempting. Have it all without any further entanglements. If anybody could show him how to do that, it was Silvio, who’d surely invented no-strings-attached sex.
    He pulled Silvio up by the shoulder and kissed him, just long enough to psych himself up further. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
    “Mine or yours?” Silvio asked, grinning, but obeyed Stefano’s nod toward the nearest one. He only stopped to pick up the lube and pack of condoms.
    In the room, Stefano attempted to close the door behind them, but Silvio shook his head. “Just like to have that line of sight open.”
    The words brought back all kinds of danger: Russians, exposure, even the Goddamned room service.
    Silvio sat down on the bed, opened the box of condoms and pulled a strip of three out, placed them strategically. “Come here.”
    Stefano sat next to him, unsure of what to do next, and he didn’t like that. “Anything I should keep in mind?”
    Silvio nodded. “Yeah. Enjoy yourself. It’s not hard.” Then Silvio kissed him, and things got easier. He touched that shower-warm skin, thrilled when Silvio groaned into the kiss.
    Suddenly he couldn’t touch him enough, all that smooth muscle, breathing, living, and clearly desiring him. Silvio knew no limits, no hesitations. Just feeling him move against him, feeling Silvio’s hard dick rub against him, feeling Silvio’s hands slide and knead and every shift in the kisses made everything possible.
    Above al , he wasn’t hurting any longer; he could actually breathe and move too, feel alive and not as brittle and scared as he had been.
    Silvio brought it back, that huge lesson. He’d survived, they both had, and as short and nasty as life was, it would be as worthwhile as they could make it.
    Stefano pushed, and Silvio let him roll on top, held onto him with one hand and stroked his dick with the other. Legs open, inviting him. Stefano deepened his kiss, covered Silvio’s nose with one hand and blocked half his view, too, then delved deep with his tongue. Silvio’s response was not about fighting him off but luring him deeper in. He was well and truly lost.
    “Don’t move,” he whispered to Silvio, and slid down his body, tracing the lines of his muscles with his tongue, sucking and then biting one of the nipples. Silvio