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I nearly fell asleep lulled by the soft drumming of the rain which had started God knows when, as Jere and I had probably been too busy to notice anything happening in the world around us. Ironically, our first night in this paradise like place is apparently meant to be spent accompanied by the roaring of heavy thunder outside, mixed with the sound of raindrops violently hitting the window panes. Not that I mind it much, though. I don't care about the weather, so be it rain, scorching heat or a fucking snowfall, as long as Jere is here with me, all loving, tender and caring.
And exactly that he is, as he carefully sneaks up next to me under the light blanket, hugging me tightly from behind. I feel his hands slide up and down my bare chest and stomach and warm, soft lips pressing gently to my cheek, making me smile and turn my head a little backwards to greet him with the proper kiss he deserves.
"You alright?" Jere whispers softly, his lips touching the corner of my mouth and his fingers encircling one of my wrists, gently rubbing my skin.
I smirk, shifting on the bed a little so that there could be more contact between my back and his still slightly moist and sweetly smelling chest.
"Much more than that," I reply quietly, being warmed by Jere's gorgeous body, his hand letting go of my wrist and continuing to travel down lower than before and making me sigh contentedly. He really knows how to make a guy feel safe and loved.
We spent a few minutes in silence, disturbed only by the soft hammering of the rain against the glass, Jere kissing and caressing my body, myself drowning happily in the tender sensation of his lips on my skin.
"You know what this weather reminds me of?" I stir a little, nestling more comfortably into Jere's arms, now nearly lying with my whole back on his chest, as he rolls backwards on the bed.
"Mmmm?" My lover hums against my ear, his fingers drawing fanciful patterns over my bare stomach.
"The day we first met, back there, in Amsterdam." I smile at him through the darkness, turning my head a little to face him.
"It was almost the same shower out there then, only colder and nastier. Do you remember it?" I ask.
"Oh yes…" I hear Jere breathe out, some surprise definitely heard in his hushed voice. "Two years ago, yes? Feels like yesterday…"
I chuckle at Jere's astounded tone even though he’s absolutely right. It did indeed feel like yesterday…
"I remember when I first saw you in person, I was so nervous I hid inside my hoodie." I smile, willingly delving back into the hazy memories of that particular night, and realise that Jere isn’t caressing my stomach anymore. Instead he’s now hugging me tightly and nuzzling his face into my shoulder, apparently, trying to remember something as well.
"You looked like a colourful lizard or something in your green bolero.” I smirk at my own blurred recollections, my ears catching a rather surprised snort from Jere. “Even though I thought you looked kinda silly, I almost immediately fell for you and I wanted to tell you that but I was too damn scared to do anything…”
"Whaaat?! Why? I’m not that scary, am I?" he asks, pretending to be hurt by my words.
"Of course not, I was just an anxious wreck." I laugh quietly, shaking my head, moving the back of it over his lush chest. "I just couldn’t believe I was actually looking at you in the flesh." I smile again, trying to find the right words to describe my particular emotion back then. "My first impression of you was that you were… hmmm… kinda crazy actually, but in a good way. You gave off the aura of a guy who doesn’t care about the opinions of others, which I envy.”
But Jere didn't let me finish my perfect description of him like two years before, slapping me playfully on my stomach, and that made me quiver a little. I press my back tighter to his body behind me and let out a muffled giggle.
"My poor nervous little Marko, thinking I was going to eat him alive." He speaks in a pretend mocking tone of voice.
"Jer, it was only my first impression," I smile in the darkness again, placing my palm upon his hand under the blanket. "And that changed pretty soon, I can tell you."
I turn my head to give him a reassuring kiss on his lips and felt how they stretch into a grin as soon as my mouth is upon them.
"Oh… changed into what, huh?" He asks, leaving my lips and teasingly rubbing the tip of his nose against my ear, making me squirm in his arms.
"Well…" I hum, thoughtfully stroking his forearm with my fingers. "Into the realisation that you're one of the gentlest creatures I've even known." I chuckle but then I change my mind. "I learned that you seemed to be a kind of a workaholic, and… well, devoted to what you were doing at all times. And you also happened to be a very good friend," I smirk at my lover through the darkness. "And I've always known you're a kind one, Jer."
He chuckles quietly, but doesn’t say anything in response and remains silent for a while, as if proving my own words validity to me by placing a sequence of gentle kisses onto my face and neck, his even breathing mixing with the soft hum of the rain outside.
"And I thought you were so cute and shy back then." Jere finally speaks, tearing another quiet giggle out of me. "Just ready to be corrupted by someone and look at you now. I also soon discovered your snarky side, which brought me tons of entertainment. "
"Hey!" Now it was my turn to poke Jere into his stomach with my elbow, as he lets out a victorious laugh.
"Though your occasional snarkiness isn’t a bad thing, and I learned, very quickly too, that you are genuinely very smart, kind and funny."
"Oh stop it, you." I poke him once again, in return receiving Jere's fingers playfully stabbed in between my ribs, making me curl up and giggle in protest until he ceases his clenches on my sides.
"You’re so damn fun to play with, you know." He finally stops his sweet torture and just hugs me tightly once again, curling his legs and arms around me and rendering me completely motionless.
I don't mind that tough, feeling rather safe and comfortable being wrapped in Jere from head to feet. It feels like cuddling up next to a radiator.
"Hadn't you thought that we could be more than friends, I mean, before we started this…" I mused for a while on which word to choose, and eventually decided on the only one that would be fair. "Relationship?"
"Hmm," Jere snorts in surprise, as it seems to me. "I think, yes… but once you managed to seduce me and we made love for the first time, I was certain I wanted to be with you."
"Oh, making me responsible now, huh?" I grunt, but can't help an amused smile at how it sounds. I had seduced Jere Pöyhönen a.k.a Käärijä himself, the people’s champion. God almighty…
"Or, maybe, when I watched you perform on that stage like you owned it, all sweaty and glistening. It felt like the sight of you there stirred something inside me, Jer."
"What a fortunate coincidence that we were both booked for the same festival." I giggle, muffling the sounds into Jere’s cheek. "If it hadn't been for that, I'd have never dared to seduce you, as you put it."
"So you'd got this in your head even before that night?" Jere asks quietly, some childish notes perceptible in his voice, that made me wonder myself if I really had known it before.
"I don't know… Maybe. I might not have realised it immediately but I've always loved staring at you though, and I can't help it even nowadays. You are so fucking pretty…"
I heard a contented little sound from Jere above my ear, proving to me that he’s still the same confident, beautiful teaser, as he grabs me tighter in his arms. He rubs himself against my bare ass, and delightfully I move it backwards, closer to him.
"Y'know, I am extremely grateful that we’re still together after all we’ve been through…" I sigh after a while, lacing our fingers together under the blanket.
"I think it's a gift, Lasse." he states ever so seriously, which makes me open my eyes in a sort of surprise, though I quickly came to the conclusion that it was about time I stopped being amazed hearing things like this from Jere. "And it's probably not our right to throw it away."
"You’re right" I hum happily, glad that I’m able to avenge myself a little for his previous remark, and turn in his arms to finally face him. "I love you, my heavenly sent gift." I smile, placing a lingering kiss upon Jere’s soft lips, feeling how he grins in reply against my mouth.
"I love you too, Marko. Just keep that in mind, okay?" He simply hugs me and keeps still and silent for a while. "Whatever happens."
I smile and inhale deeply, enjoying the warmth of his skin mixed with the refreshing scent of his shower-gel, not really knowing what else I can do to justify his love. I keep laying quietly, my eyes closed, and nearly drift off to sleep again, lulled by my lover's even breathing above my ear and the soft hum of the rain behind the window. Then Jere suddenly stirs next to me, and the next moment I feel how one of his warm palms slides down from my back and stops at my ass, stroking it gently but quite firmly and letting me know he, apparently, has some serious intentions again. I smirk to myself, not even bothering to lift my mouth off his chest, and buck my hips towards his body, thus making Jere let out a lewd noise.
"Insatiable tonight, huh? Lust for more?" I whisper, throwing my leg over his, trying to gain more contact between our bodies.
"Never gonna get enough of you, Marrrko…" Jere replies and rolls his r’s in a way that I swear nearly makes me come right there and then. His voice sounds very deep and not like his normal tone, which is proving exactly what I suspected; he is excited, to say the least.
His breathing becomes much deeper as well, as his hand slowly and teasingly travels from my ass over my thigh and down in between my legs. I shiver as his fingers gently wrap themselves around my hardening cock and he starts stroking it, his slow motions rendering me breathless as I nuzzle my face back into his chest and his hair tickling my nose and lips lightly. The next moment his wet mouth is on the skin of my neck, sucking it roughly, while his hand keeps on squeezing and rubbing me so skillfully that I have to bite my lip to prevent myself from letting out a undignified mewl. He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his skilled fingers sliding up and down, up and down, until the moment my body finally proves to him that I am in a precisely needed condition again.
I am now so aroused, that it seems to me that a few more minutes of such a treatment and my heart wouldn't probably be able to bear it, the poor thing hammering so viciously inside me that I’m sure Jere can hear it.
Holy fuck, am I getting too old for these games?
I was so concerned with it that even through the veil of my desire, I could remember promising myself that I would have to start going to the gym every day again and forget about my cheat meals. I had struggled with my weight in the past and that was one part of my life I don’t want to go through again…
Get it together, Marko. You’re still young, you’re in great shape and you have a gorgeous Finnish man breathing down your neck.
I groan, trying to get back to my senses and reluctantly push Jere's hand away from my throbbing cock with my numb fingers, hungrily gasping for air and hearing his contented chuckle above my ear. Demon-tempter, dammit.
I grab the sheet covering us and pull it off, tossing it God knows where onto the floor. Next thing I know, I’m getting on top of Jere and pinning his body to the bed with my entire weight. I can feel how excited he is as his cock throbs against mine and I buck my hips, eliciting a long but quiet moan out of him. Jere closes his eyes in bliss and throws his head back onto the pillow, tightly wrapping his arms around me.
"What do you want me to do, dragi?" I whisper against his mouth, making him open his eyes again and look at me. The following moment drowns in the bright blue of them, the glimpses of light seeping into the room from the terrace, sparkling lustfully in their depth.
"Make love to me." Jere breathes out, his voice hoarse and sounding unforgivably sexy to my ears. He parts his strong legs, his knees now placed on both sides of my hips. "Love me. I want you in control."
He isn’t even saying those words, but merely sighing them as his body feels so hot and obedient under mine. I do my best to imagine how our entwined bodies must look like right now; the pictures in my head overwhelming me with the amount of pure erotica and utter vulgarity, all in one.
I can’t help but bend my head down to Jere's face, his lips readily meeting mine, his mouth open, inviting me into the moist warmth of it. I slip my tongue inside his waiting mouth eagerly, plunging deeper and deeper with every motion. I am so aroused at this point that I feel like a predator that had finally caught its prey, - wanting, needing to taste my lover with every taste bud of my tongue, with every nerve of my body, with every millimetre of my skin.
I feel how Jere's hands slide down my sides, reminding me of their existence and I grip them the next second, pinning his wrists to the bed's surface on both sides of his head. My mouth never leaves his while doing so and I receive a happy moan from him in reply. I know his lips stretch into a weak smile, as much as my tongue invading his hot mouth allows it though.
"Being dominated thrills you, huh?" I pant, moving my head back a little to have a look at my lover's excited face, which is plainly telling me that his answer is going to be positive.
"I wanna be your baby, Marko." I hear him whisper; every word of what he’s saying turning something completely upside down inside me.
His voice sounds so sincere and with such an amount of pure trust and affection in it, that I can’t help but crush his lips to mine again. I am yearning to prove to him how strong and genuine my love is, wishing to thank this beautiful man for all the love he has for me, for all the care he keeps on giving me and for all the patience and understanding he had bestowed upon my poor existence.
Oh yes, I want to love him.
"You are my baby, Jere, you are," I keep on mumbling into his parted lips, feeling how his chest heaves under mine. "Where's the-…"
"On the nightstand," he gasps back even before I manage to formulate my question.
I lift myself up on my elbows over Jere's body, reaching out for the small bottle which with foresight had been left there, in case of an emergency like this one. I kiss a narrow trail from my lover's soft belly up to his pecs and stop to trace his tattoo with my tongue, his chest heaving under me. Reaching for the bottle of lube, I open it and pour a generous amount of the cool liquid into my palm and leave the bottle next to us. Jere's body quivers when my slick fingers encircle his length, moving slowly up and down and making him throw his head back. He moans ever so beautifully while I continue to please him with my hand.
"I'm ready, Lasse." he whispers impatiently, opening his eyes after a while. I can see a genuine plea in them as his fingers softly stroke both of my knees.
"Oh, so you want it faster, baby?" I smirk at him, squeezing his cock tighter and tearing another mewl from his open mouth.
Jere makes a motion with his head that I interpret like yes, he does. I, in turn, start to feel strangely mean right then, desperate to tease him and watch this wonderful anguish of his for yet some time.
"Let me decide when you're ready."
I smile at him in the darkness and hear his whimpering plaint in reply.
I move my fingers down his cock, grazing the veins running lengthwise his shaft before sliding them over to the delicate, sensitive skin surrounding his entrance, Jere spreading his legs in front of me ever so lewdly. I lean forward to place another kiss onto his now absolutely dry lips and, having grabbed the pillow, move back into my comfortable place between his thighs, shoving it in under the small of his back. I hear him let out a sigh when I carefully slip my wet finger inside him and start to move it slowly, reaching to claim his mouth once again, feeling how his legs hug me lightly, as I keep on stroking him.
"Oh, you naughty boy, you love this, huh?" I pant, starting to fuck him with my finger, just one for now. "Talk to me. Do you love this?"
I feel how Jere's body quivers under mine, his muscles clenching tighter around me, which makes me wonder if my harsh words have such an effect on him.
"Answer!" I urge, this time even more hoarsely.
"Yes…" Jere opens his eyes and licks his lips like a true whore. "Call me names."
I feel my eyes popping out in surprise and I genuinely wonder if I actually misheard something a second ago. Had he really asked me that, or had I imagined a little too much?
"You dirty slut." I hiss quietly, deciding to begin with something not really offensive, just in case my ears had really betrayed me.
Jere proves to me with another whimper that they hadn't, as I proceed to add two more fingers, scissoring him open and preparing his tight ass for what’s about to come.
"Yeah, moan," I encourage him, realising I’m starting to get some sort of pleasure from such a matter of facts. "Louder." I lean over his face, but not touching his lips with mine and feeling his warm breath on them. "I want you to moan for me like a dirty whore."
And Jere does just that, to my genuine surprise. It’s making me wonder how the hell my tender 'baby' had merged into a 'dirty whore' so quickly.
"I want you to moan each time you feel good." I hiss again and push my fingers deeper into him in an attempt to find his prostate, feeling how his grip tightens around them while I’m still calling him humiliating names. The whining noises he produces each time I retract my fingers are adorable…
I start stroking him with my free hand, feeling his burning skin with my fingertips and nearly drowning in the constant flow of Jere’s delicious moans. I pull my fingers out of him only when I felt he was damn close to coming, even without the presence of my cock inside him. Each breath that leaves his mouth ends with a high-pitched whimper, it’s music to my ears.
"Yearning for more, just like a cheap slut, aren't you?" I grunt into Jere's ear and stop stroking him in order to reach out for the bottle again, this time to make my own cock slick and wet. “You’re such a perfect sex toy.”
"Please…" He whines in reply, his hands landing onto my ass and pushing me persistently into his crotch, his fingers digging into my skin and all but causing me pain, he must have been that high by this moment.
"Such a bad boy." I whisper hoarsely as I penetrate him, this time only a convulsive gasp escaping my lover's mouth. "Aren't you even ashamed of yourself, you shameless whore?"
I keep on jeering at him, though, only verbally as neither of my movements corresponded with what I was telling him. I try my very best to be as gentle and careful as possible, despite all those dirty words remembering all too well that he is nothing but my Jere; my baby.
I feel his hand snaking up my back and he digs his perfectly manicured nails into my skin, probably leaving red marks in the process. I know he would tell me to stop if I was hurting him or if I was being too rough but the only noises he’s capable of producing right now are shaky moans and something that sounds like a weak attempt at saying my name. I reach for his mouth again, gently sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, take my hand away from my cock and, after wiping it off on the sheets, bury my fingers into his ruffled hair. I start massaging his scalp and doing everything in my power to distract him from whatever discomfort I might be causing him right now.
As I thrust into his body, I feel him start caressing my back and to my utter relief and satisfaction, he’s now sweetly moaning into my lips. I must have finally hit the target I was aiming for, releasing those blessed endorphins into his blood stream at last.
"Look at me." I demand when Jere closes his eyes and turns his head on the pillow away from me. "I wanna see your eyes while I fuck you…" I say through clenched teeth and grab his fleshy thighs in my hands, lifting them up and placing a kiss onto one of them. The giggle he releases is the cutest sound in the world…
Jere lets out yet another moan and I let go of his legs, pinning his hands to the bed instead. Lacing our fingers together, his wet and hot skin is pressed tightly against mine and I watch him as he opens his eyes reluctantly and looks at me. His lips are slightly parted again as if he’s about to say something…
"Right, look at me." I pant, thrusting vigorously as Jere screws his eyes up. "I said open them. I want you to look at me."
And Jere does, although it must be a pretty hard task for him right now, as with every thrust I manage to hit his prostate dead on and make him whimper hopelessly.
"Lasse…" he gasps, his fingernails digging into the skin of my hands. "I love…" his voice gives in and he swallows with some obvious difficulty. "I love you."
I bite my lip, moaning myself, and doing my best not to close my own eyes now as I try to keep this visual contact between us for as long as possible while watching how a grimace of pleasure twists Jere's features. I feel him start to move his plump ass cheeks towards my pelvis, as all he wants now is, apparently, me deeper inside him.
"You want harder, huh?" I ask, leaning down to whisper against his mouth and thrust more roughly into him. "You want faster, you insatiable slut?"
"Yeah…" Jere whimpers, looking pleadingly into my eyes as I let go of his hands and grab his thighs once again.
"Oh, you dirty whore, Jer…" I groan, picking up the pace of my thrusts and pounding into his tight ass. "Pretty little cum dumpster."
I keep on calling him names, fucking my lover with all the force I can possibly muster and his body apparently reacts not only to my movements, but to the sound of my voice as well, to all the awful things I’m saying to him. I feel him trembling under me, his head thrashing to and fro over the pillow as he holds on to the poor sheets for dear life. I manage to bring him to his climax completely untouched as he spills his seed over his stomach. I orgasm not long after, generously adorning Jere’s wonderfully hairy thighs with my come and collapse on top of him, accompanied not just by a moan, but by almost a yell from him.
I keep lying half dead on top of Jere, feeling with my own skin how frantically his abdomen muscles contract as his inhuman shrill slowly merges into a sequence of long, shaky whimpers. I roll off his body after a while, as soon as I manage to gain my breath back and, letting my arm rest across his heaving chest, nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck while feeling a warm vein quickly pulsing under my lips.
"What's gotten into you tonight, huh?" I ask after a few minutes of silent listening to the hum of the rain outside. "First binding my hands, then this…" I shut my mouth, not really sure of how to call what had just happened here. "Did you really get off on all that swearing?"
I hear Jere snuffle quietly and feel his warm fingertips tickling the skin behind my ear lightly, he knows that makes me weak in the knees
"I love it when… y'know…" He falls silent for a while, his hushed voice sounding somewhat… confused. Or did I just imagine that?
"You love what, ljubavi?" I ask again, this time with a smile of understanding of what he means. But I wanted to hear him say it. "I won't mock you, I promise," I giggle, lifting my head, not without some difficulty, to place a kiss on his rosy cheek.
"I love it when you're all that male and overfilled with testosterone, y'know…" Jere chuckles quietly.
I smile at the blissful expression on his pretty face, when did I ever get so lucky?
"It turns me on. And I love it when you're on top because…" he falls silent again, but I don’t dare to interrupt him, being way too amused by what he’s trying to formulate. "It's like the one who's on top loves the other one more, because they're in control, and have the ability to show it… pretty clearly. Well, at least it feels to me that way," he snickers softly, making me quirk an eyebrow at him in the darkness. "And I'm turned on by the idea that I'm controlled by such a strong, gorgeous man like you." he lets out a giggle this time. "I love you, and I love it when you're in control, and it turns me on. Terribly."
"Right," I chuckle when he finally finishes his revelations, though realising he’s quite right in his observations. "I get it. You're just turned on."
Jere lets out a sincere laugh now, rolling onto his side to face me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pushing my body closer to his. I could lose myself in the warmth radiating off his skin and the intoxicating scent his body gives off.
"Sorry for making you sticky and wet all over," I whisper, muffling my words into the mess of his still moist hair.
"Does it really bother you that much, huh?" he giggles, lips pressed tightly to my bare, sweaty chest. I try my best not to giggle back at the sensation of his beard tickling my skin, it feels so good.
"Nah. Not really," I sigh happily, feeling the pleasant exhaustion slowly settling all over my body.