FIC: Giro di Venezia 1/1 Original
Title: Giro di Venezia
Genre: Original
Pairing: LucianoxRicky
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Yaoi,
Disclaimer: It all belongs to me.
Summary: Ricky is upset about being stuck in Venice during his vacation but a stranger is set on changing his mind and showing him the beauty of Venice.
A/N: This is for Loon's erotica contest on www.writing.com
Word Count: 2891
I just realized I never posted this on my comm. :3 Comments are love~
Ricky couldn't believe his parents had dragged him here. Yeah, Venice was great for a honeymoon, but a family vacation? It was beyond ridiculous but had anyone stopped to ask him? Ricky would have loved to stay in San Francisco, driving down to the beach everyday with his friends. The summer always brought the hottest guys of all kinds. You had your surfers, lifeguards, rich yacht boys and the sailboat water skiing bunch. Ricky didn't think any Venetian could compete with a Californian's ripped tanned physique.
This was now his third day in Venice and he still had a long two months in front of him. Ricky glared at his parents' back, watching them climb into a gondola. He had previously told them that he would wait for their return right where he was. He didn't need a stomachache from their unseemly behavior on top of all this. Turning his attention back to his cup of hot tea he sighed. What could have been a more lonely way to spend his summer? At least he could speak Italian fluently; they could have gone to Russia or some other godforsaken place.
"Such a beautiful boy shouldn't look so upset while in the most magnificent city in the world," a deep baritone voice said in heavily accented, slightly broken English. The source of voice was a tall man with dark brown hair, which fell into his caramel eyes. His skin was a beautiful golden tone. A light knit white sweater covered his lean muscled arms and torso, ending just above the top of his black pants.
'Now this is a nice development,' thought Ricky, looking the obviously older man up and down, attempting to be discreet. "Venice can't compare to San Francisco or even New York City," he retorted in perfect Italian. 'But you sure could,' he added mentally.
"Such an unpleasant attitude, no wonder you cannot enjoy the beauty of Venezia," the man said, switching to Italian, a hint of laughter in his voice confirmed by the amused twinkle in his eye. He sat down across the table from Ricky, crossing one leg over the other; his hands resting folded on the tabletop. "I have a proposal for you...ah, what was your name again, boy?"
"My name is Ricky, and I'm not a boy. I'm eighteen, quite old enough to be called a man," Ricky said defensively. He did hate being called boy or any other term that would denote him as not yet a full-grown man.
The stranger laughed loudly, shaking his head. "My dear boy you should enjoy your youth while it is yours to enjoy! If you don't, you will have too many regrets once you are older. Live while you're young, once your forty you're half dead," he said with a certain tone of seriousness and sorrow in his eyes. It seemed to indicate he knew what he was talking about from his own experience. The laughter and carefree attitude alleviated his features only a few seconds later. "My name is Luciano! Venezia is my home and I will show you how majestic and beautiful it is and by the end of your stay you will agree with me! What do you say?" he asked.
"I don't think you could do it," Ricky said, though the thought of spending time with this Venetian mystery man appealed to him. He sighed a little, knowing he would have more fun with Luciano than following his lovebird parents. He might as well take the handsome man up on his offer. "You have two months."
"I can do it in less than a week," Luciano countered with a hint of arrogance, as if he was merely stating a fact. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to talk to the boy, but seeing someone look so miserable when they were so young stirred him. Not to mention Ricky was definitely a beauty. He would enjoy showing his beloved city to the foreigner. Taking a personal tour with a native would be better for showing the tourist what the real Venezia was like.
"Cocky aren’t you?" Ricky said, sounding quite bratty. The other seemed to be a narcissist of sorts though he seemed more obsessed with Venice than himself. What would that be called; there had to be an official name for it, at least there should be if there were more people like Luciano.
"No, I'm Venetian," Luciano retorted smartly, running his fingers through his hair. "There is a difference, dear boy," he teased mercilessly.
"Fine, fine. We'll start tomorrow," Ricky sighed and then grabbed a pen writing his information on a napkin. Instead of staying in a hotel his parents had decided that renting an apartment for their stay would be more economical and fun; just meant he had to do chores in his opinion. He handed over the napkin and watched Luciano pocket it.
"Thank you, Ricky. I'll pick you up at eight in the evening. Don't eat dinner," he said simply, standing up and leaving as quickly as he had came.
It had been exactly four days since he had met Luciano. His parents had been thrilled at Ricky finding something he was interested in and didn't interfere or ask to many questions. He had grown to like the older man more and more each minute they spent together and now they seemed almost inseparable. It truly was Luciano's company that made Ricky start to enjoy his vacation, but he would have to admit he loved -Luciano's- Venezia; maybe it was simply because it was Luciano's though.
Ricky sighed Luciano was making him wait again. He always got a sneaking suspicion that the Italian loved doing that. He briefly wondered how the man had so much time to spend with him, but he supposed that it wasn't really his concern anyway. As if on cue with his thoughts Luciano came up to the steps Ricky had been sitting on in front of his apartment. "You're late again," he said dryly, his eyes wandering over Luciano's body as he always did when he saw him. Today he was wearing a light blue sweater and white slacks; it contrasted nicely with his darker golden skin.
"Yes, yes dear boy. Please forgive me again," Luciano answered with a bright laugh. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, leaning down to hug Rickly, kissing his cheek, which seemed to be the man's customary greeting. He loved watching the slight blush rise on the brash teen's cheeks. "Come now," he said. "We have a long day ahead of us."
"Sounds good," Ricky murmured, standing up and feeling Luciano's arms slipping around his waist. His skin prickled at the action and he tugged nervously at the end of his hoody. Why did Luciano have this affect on him? The man was special, for sure, but...there was just something that made him feel so young and innocent; almost like he was naïve again. He wasn't sure whether he loved or hated it. With only a little hesitation he leaned his head against the other lightly as they walked. "What are we doing today?" he asked, glancing up with eyes half closed against the glare of the sun above Luciano's head.
"Many, many wonderful things, Ricky, my boy," Luciano responded. It was the same answer he had everytime Ricky had asked. Luciano enjoyed surprising the teen and keeping him on his toes. They had walked around for some time until Luciano took them into a small café, pulling out a chair for Ricky.
Ricky sat downa nd watched as Luciano seated himself across the small table. His eyes hardly wavered from him during the meal and his thoughts wandered into an area where he shouldn't have been dabbling. He shifted, shaking his head as he put some money on the table when Luciano stood up to go. He couldn't start thinking about the older man in such a way. The guy had to be old enough to be his father, though he didn’t look his age at all; when he took into consideration the fact of Luciano's age he wondered what he was doing with him in the first place.
Luciano gave Ricky an odd look and briefly wondered what had come over the teen who was acting strange and even blushing a bit. He was so cue when he was blushing though. Luciano gave an inward sigh and wrapped an arm around Ricky's small waist again, pulling him clsoer as he grinned down at him. "Let's get going to our next activity!" he declared, once again enjoying the feel of Ricky molded perfectly against his body.
That evening Luciano had taken Ricky to an expensive restaurant and when they left both were admittedly a little tipsy. Ricky leaned heavily against Luciano as he started laughing at a wisecrack the other made. He then interlocked their arms, dragging him towards a place he remembered that rented gondola rides. "I wanna go on the water!" he exclaimed starting to laugh again, only God knew why.
Luciano chuckled, smiling at the teen, nodding and when they reached the rental he paid quickly before trying to help Ricky in. Though Ricky almost caused them both to fall into the water. A few minutes later they were both settled comfortably and the ride down the canal began. Luciano closed his eyes enjoying the familiar snesnations of riding in the gondola. He was going to wait a little longer before taking Ricky on a gondola but the teen had jumped the gun on him. 'Quite a clever boy,' he thought to himself though he couldn't explain that exact reasoning.
With a yawn Ricky snuggled up against Luciano, nuzzling his face in the other's neck. "I like you Lucy," he mumbled, the newly founded nickname seemed to be an inward joke which caused him to start giggling.
Luciano blinked, glancing down but only able to see Ricky's hair from the position they were in. "Really? Hmn...That is interesting, very interesting indeed," he chuckled, a hand moving and raising Ricky's head up so he could study his face. "What would you say if I said I liked you too?"
"Kiss me," Ricky answered simply, his lips parted slightly. He was waiting with a hopeful look on his slender and beautiful face.
Luciano for probably the first time in years was truly shocked. "Ricky..." he said his voice a little strained. "I..." his words were cut off as he felt Ricky's soft lips pressing urgently to his own. His own desires came into play fquickly taking over the logical side of his brain. The elder man pulled Ricky closer deepening the kiss as he returned the kiss with the same passion as Ricky had started the kiss with.
Ricky mewled softly into the kiss his hands wrapping around the other's neck to pull him closer. Caution and reason had been thrown to the wind for reasons that one could blame on the alcohol, but in truth that was only the medium for something that was inenvitable; inside both of them knew this would have happened eventually with or without their drunken state.
Luciano rested his hand on Ricky's hip, leaning into the kiss. He pressed his tongue into Ricky's mouth with his other hand on the back of his neck. Vaguely he was aware of the man guiding the gondola, but he knew they saw such things all the time; he would enjoy the show Luciano was almost sure. He pulled Ricky on top of himself, hands moving down to cup the other's rear, squeezing teasingly. "Ricky," he murmured against the other's lips, "Are you sure?" He nuzzled his face into Ricky's neck, kissing it lightly.
Ricky moaned softly, pressing and melding his body to Luciano. His body was alight with the sensations that Luciano's touch awakened in him. He ran his hands down the other's side, slipping his fingers under his shirt, tracing the defined muscles that he had been fantasizing about doing. The warm, soft but firm skin under his hands felt even better than his imagination. "Stupid question," Ricky finally answered before pressing his lips back to Luciano's. The Italian man was even more intoxicating than the wine he had consumed.
Luciano's muscles quivered somewhat at the exploratory caresses and his own hands began pushing up Ricky's shirt. He pulled from the kiss again, moving carefully to put Ricky beneath him, hovering over the other as his fingers brushed over and teased dusky nipples. "Sweet, sweet boy," he whispered, slithering sensuously down Ricky's body situating himself between parted legs. With Ricky's shirt pushed up he leaned in, swiping his tongue over one of the nipples. He sucked on the hardened nub and bit it lightly.
Moans of pleasure escaped Ricky's mouth and the boy covered his lips with his hand, biting the knuckles to stifle the sounds. His body arched into Luciano's attentions as one of the older man's hands teased his nipple while it's opposite cupped Ricky's straining groin. He groaned softly as the other rubbed at just the right pressure to bring him the most pleasure. "Luciano," he mewled from behind his hand.
Luciano chuckled and reached up quickly to pull Ricky's hand down. "Don't muffle your sounds," he said, looking at the other with mischievous eyes. His teasing fingers returned to toy with Ricky's sensitive nipples. Caramel eyes drifted from Ricky's face and down to the bulge that was growing in the boy's pants. He grinned slightly as he moved his hands down to unzip the other's britches. He pushed them down to mid-thigh. His hand wrapped around Ricky's hard member firmly, stroking him. Luciano felt his shaft throb in need for attention as Ricky's moans reverberated through his body.
Ricky whimpered and arched his hips up into the other's hand. His body trembled with desire as he reached for Luciano's pants. In a haze of lust he was now desperate for more of the older man. His body had never felt so.wanting. It felt that he would die if he couldn't be with Luciano right then and there. He fumbled with Luciano's zipper, moans slipping from his kiss swollen lips. He whimpered again when the other's zipper was undone. Awkwardly he pushed the pants and briefs down.
Luciano groaned as the restraints on his member were relieved and moved his head up, pressing a fierce kiss to Ricky's soft alluring lips. He leaned forward to meld their bodies against each other. Their erections brushed together, eliciting a deep mutual moan.
Ricky ground his hips up to Luciano's. "Fuck me," he begged, need lacing and intertwining in his tenor voice. "Please, Luciano. I want to feel you deep inside me," he continued, his hand running through the other's hair.
All of Luciano's reserves were shattered at that moment and he turned the other onto his hands and knees, reaching into a pocket of his pants to pull out a condom and a small tube of lube. Without hesitation he hurriedly prepared the other. He was grateful for the fact that the other definitely didn't feel like he was a virgin. He didn't think he had enough control to hold back any.
Fingers stretched Ricky's passage and soon to the boy it served no purpose but to tease him. "God's Luciano! I'm ready," he moaned, pressing back into the fingers desperately, fingers curling into the pillows that were in the gondola for the riders' comfort. "Luciano," he mewled, pressing even further back when the elder pulled his fingers out.
The tip of Luciano's length pressed to Ricky's stretched and waiting passage. He didn't wait long and neither did he try to tease. To tease Ricky would have been teasing himself that much more. He groaned as he felt the muscles clenching his ample length. After a moment of remaining still inside the rythmatically tigenting and loosening passage he started to thrust steady but increasingly fast.
Ricky gasped when he felt the other's length invade his body. He moaned softly at the pleasure and prickle of pain that being taken brought. "Ah, please," he moaned, clenching the pillow and pushing back into Luciano. His body was alight even more than before with passion and lust as the two moved together at a now frantic pace.
"Ricky," Luciano panted, his fingernails digging into the other's pale skin. Their bodies created a beautiful, alluring contrast; Luciano's bronzed hips, pressing and molding to the ivory of Ricky. "You're beautiful," the older man panted in the boy's ear as he started to stroke the other in tandum with his thrusts.
Both of them were so close and it was only a few more seconds before they released simultaneously. When the high subsided Luciano pulled out, licking his fingers to clean off Ricky's bittersweet esscence. "Mm," he moaned before chuckling as Ricky started to blush. The man pulled his pants up and smiled as Ricky did the same. They would definitely need a shower now. "How do you view Venezia now, Ricky?"
Ricky blinked, scooting to curl against the other drowsily. "I love Luciano's Venice, but it can't compare to you at all..." he said softly, drifting off to sleep.
Luciano could see he would have to carry Ricky home. "I love you," he murmured, knowing that his Ricky would return to Venezia once again.
THE END
Genre: Original
Pairing: LucianoxRicky
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Yaoi,
Disclaimer: It all belongs to me.
Summary: Ricky is upset about being stuck in Venice during his vacation but a stranger is set on changing his mind and showing him the beauty of Venice.
A/N: This is for Loon's erotica contest on www.writing.com
Word Count: 2891
I just realized I never posted this on my comm. :3 Comments are love~
Ricky couldn't believe his parents had dragged him here. Yeah, Venice was great for a honeymoon, but a family vacation? It was beyond ridiculous but had anyone stopped to ask him? Ricky would have loved to stay in San Francisco, driving down to the beach everyday with his friends. The summer always brought the hottest guys of all kinds. You had your surfers, lifeguards, rich yacht boys and the sailboat water skiing bunch. Ricky didn't think any Venetian could compete with a Californian's ripped tanned physique.
This was now his third day in Venice and he still had a long two months in front of him. Ricky glared at his parents' back, watching them climb into a gondola. He had previously told them that he would wait for their return right where he was. He didn't need a stomachache from their unseemly behavior on top of all this. Turning his attention back to his cup of hot tea he sighed. What could have been a more lonely way to spend his summer? At least he could speak Italian fluently; they could have gone to Russia or some other godforsaken place.
"Such a beautiful boy shouldn't look so upset while in the most magnificent city in the world," a deep baritone voice said in heavily accented, slightly broken English. The source of voice was a tall man with dark brown hair, which fell into his caramel eyes. His skin was a beautiful golden tone. A light knit white sweater covered his lean muscled arms and torso, ending just above the top of his black pants.
'Now this is a nice development,' thought Ricky, looking the obviously older man up and down, attempting to be discreet. "Venice can't compare to San Francisco or even New York City," he retorted in perfect Italian. 'But you sure could,' he added mentally.
"Such an unpleasant attitude, no wonder you cannot enjoy the beauty of Venezia," the man said, switching to Italian, a hint of laughter in his voice confirmed by the amused twinkle in his eye. He sat down across the table from Ricky, crossing one leg over the other; his hands resting folded on the tabletop. "I have a proposal for you...ah, what was your name again, boy?"
"My name is Ricky, and I'm not a boy. I'm eighteen, quite old enough to be called a man," Ricky said defensively. He did hate being called boy or any other term that would denote him as not yet a full-grown man.
The stranger laughed loudly, shaking his head. "My dear boy you should enjoy your youth while it is yours to enjoy! If you don't, you will have too many regrets once you are older. Live while you're young, once your forty you're half dead," he said with a certain tone of seriousness and sorrow in his eyes. It seemed to indicate he knew what he was talking about from his own experience. The laughter and carefree attitude alleviated his features only a few seconds later. "My name is Luciano! Venezia is my home and I will show you how majestic and beautiful it is and by the end of your stay you will agree with me! What do you say?" he asked.
"I don't think you could do it," Ricky said, though the thought of spending time with this Venetian mystery man appealed to him. He sighed a little, knowing he would have more fun with Luciano than following his lovebird parents. He might as well take the handsome man up on his offer. "You have two months."
"I can do it in less than a week," Luciano countered with a hint of arrogance, as if he was merely stating a fact. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to talk to the boy, but seeing someone look so miserable when they were so young stirred him. Not to mention Ricky was definitely a beauty. He would enjoy showing his beloved city to the foreigner. Taking a personal tour with a native would be better for showing the tourist what the real Venezia was like.
"Cocky aren’t you?" Ricky said, sounding quite bratty. The other seemed to be a narcissist of sorts though he seemed more obsessed with Venice than himself. What would that be called; there had to be an official name for it, at least there should be if there were more people like Luciano.
"No, I'm Venetian," Luciano retorted smartly, running his fingers through his hair. "There is a difference, dear boy," he teased mercilessly.
"Fine, fine. We'll start tomorrow," Ricky sighed and then grabbed a pen writing his information on a napkin. Instead of staying in a hotel his parents had decided that renting an apartment for their stay would be more economical and fun; just meant he had to do chores in his opinion. He handed over the napkin and watched Luciano pocket it.
"Thank you, Ricky. I'll pick you up at eight in the evening. Don't eat dinner," he said simply, standing up and leaving as quickly as he had came.
It had been exactly four days since he had met Luciano. His parents had been thrilled at Ricky finding something he was interested in and didn't interfere or ask to many questions. He had grown to like the older man more and more each minute they spent together and now they seemed almost inseparable. It truly was Luciano's company that made Ricky start to enjoy his vacation, but he would have to admit he loved -Luciano's- Venezia; maybe it was simply because it was Luciano's though.
Ricky sighed Luciano was making him wait again. He always got a sneaking suspicion that the Italian loved doing that. He briefly wondered how the man had so much time to spend with him, but he supposed that it wasn't really his concern anyway. As if on cue with his thoughts Luciano came up to the steps Ricky had been sitting on in front of his apartment. "You're late again," he said dryly, his eyes wandering over Luciano's body as he always did when he saw him. Today he was wearing a light blue sweater and white slacks; it contrasted nicely with his darker golden skin.
"Yes, yes dear boy. Please forgive me again," Luciano answered with a bright laugh. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, leaning down to hug Rickly, kissing his cheek, which seemed to be the man's customary greeting. He loved watching the slight blush rise on the brash teen's cheeks. "Come now," he said. "We have a long day ahead of us."
"Sounds good," Ricky murmured, standing up and feeling Luciano's arms slipping around his waist. His skin prickled at the action and he tugged nervously at the end of his hoody. Why did Luciano have this affect on him? The man was special, for sure, but...there was just something that made him feel so young and innocent; almost like he was naïve again. He wasn't sure whether he loved or hated it. With only a little hesitation he leaned his head against the other lightly as they walked. "What are we doing today?" he asked, glancing up with eyes half closed against the glare of the sun above Luciano's head.
"Many, many wonderful things, Ricky, my boy," Luciano responded. It was the same answer he had everytime Ricky had asked. Luciano enjoyed surprising the teen and keeping him on his toes. They had walked around for some time until Luciano took them into a small café, pulling out a chair for Ricky.
Ricky sat downa nd watched as Luciano seated himself across the small table. His eyes hardly wavered from him during the meal and his thoughts wandered into an area where he shouldn't have been dabbling. He shifted, shaking his head as he put some money on the table when Luciano stood up to go. He couldn't start thinking about the older man in such a way. The guy had to be old enough to be his father, though he didn’t look his age at all; when he took into consideration the fact of Luciano's age he wondered what he was doing with him in the first place.
Luciano gave Ricky an odd look and briefly wondered what had come over the teen who was acting strange and even blushing a bit. He was so cue when he was blushing though. Luciano gave an inward sigh and wrapped an arm around Ricky's small waist again, pulling him clsoer as he grinned down at him. "Let's get going to our next activity!" he declared, once again enjoying the feel of Ricky molded perfectly against his body.
That evening Luciano had taken Ricky to an expensive restaurant and when they left both were admittedly a little tipsy. Ricky leaned heavily against Luciano as he started laughing at a wisecrack the other made. He then interlocked their arms, dragging him towards a place he remembered that rented gondola rides. "I wanna go on the water!" he exclaimed starting to laugh again, only God knew why.
Luciano chuckled, smiling at the teen, nodding and when they reached the rental he paid quickly before trying to help Ricky in. Though Ricky almost caused them both to fall into the water. A few minutes later they were both settled comfortably and the ride down the canal began. Luciano closed his eyes enjoying the familiar snesnations of riding in the gondola. He was going to wait a little longer before taking Ricky on a gondola but the teen had jumped the gun on him. 'Quite a clever boy,' he thought to himself though he couldn't explain that exact reasoning.
With a yawn Ricky snuggled up against Luciano, nuzzling his face in the other's neck. "I like you Lucy," he mumbled, the newly founded nickname seemed to be an inward joke which caused him to start giggling.
Luciano blinked, glancing down but only able to see Ricky's hair from the position they were in. "Really? Hmn...That is interesting, very interesting indeed," he chuckled, a hand moving and raising Ricky's head up so he could study his face. "What would you say if I said I liked you too?"
"Kiss me," Ricky answered simply, his lips parted slightly. He was waiting with a hopeful look on his slender and beautiful face.
Luciano for probably the first time in years was truly shocked. "Ricky..." he said his voice a little strained. "I..." his words were cut off as he felt Ricky's soft lips pressing urgently to his own. His own desires came into play fquickly taking over the logical side of his brain. The elder man pulled Ricky closer deepening the kiss as he returned the kiss with the same passion as Ricky had started the kiss with.
Ricky mewled softly into the kiss his hands wrapping around the other's neck to pull him closer. Caution and reason had been thrown to the wind for reasons that one could blame on the alcohol, but in truth that was only the medium for something that was inenvitable; inside both of them knew this would have happened eventually with or without their drunken state.
Luciano rested his hand on Ricky's hip, leaning into the kiss. He pressed his tongue into Ricky's mouth with his other hand on the back of his neck. Vaguely he was aware of the man guiding the gondola, but he knew they saw such things all the time; he would enjoy the show Luciano was almost sure. He pulled Ricky on top of himself, hands moving down to cup the other's rear, squeezing teasingly. "Ricky," he murmured against the other's lips, "Are you sure?" He nuzzled his face into Ricky's neck, kissing it lightly.
Ricky moaned softly, pressing and melding his body to Luciano. His body was alight with the sensations that Luciano's touch awakened in him. He ran his hands down the other's side, slipping his fingers under his shirt, tracing the defined muscles that he had been fantasizing about doing. The warm, soft but firm skin under his hands felt even better than his imagination. "Stupid question," Ricky finally answered before pressing his lips back to Luciano's. The Italian man was even more intoxicating than the wine he had consumed.
Luciano's muscles quivered somewhat at the exploratory caresses and his own hands began pushing up Ricky's shirt. He pulled from the kiss again, moving carefully to put Ricky beneath him, hovering over the other as his fingers brushed over and teased dusky nipples. "Sweet, sweet boy," he whispered, slithering sensuously down Ricky's body situating himself between parted legs. With Ricky's shirt pushed up he leaned in, swiping his tongue over one of the nipples. He sucked on the hardened nub and bit it lightly.
Moans of pleasure escaped Ricky's mouth and the boy covered his lips with his hand, biting the knuckles to stifle the sounds. His body arched into Luciano's attentions as one of the older man's hands teased his nipple while it's opposite cupped Ricky's straining groin. He groaned softly as the other rubbed at just the right pressure to bring him the most pleasure. "Luciano," he mewled from behind his hand.
Luciano chuckled and reached up quickly to pull Ricky's hand down. "Don't muffle your sounds," he said, looking at the other with mischievous eyes. His teasing fingers returned to toy with Ricky's sensitive nipples. Caramel eyes drifted from Ricky's face and down to the bulge that was growing in the boy's pants. He grinned slightly as he moved his hands down to unzip the other's britches. He pushed them down to mid-thigh. His hand wrapped around Ricky's hard member firmly, stroking him. Luciano felt his shaft throb in need for attention as Ricky's moans reverberated through his body.
Ricky whimpered and arched his hips up into the other's hand. His body trembled with desire as he reached for Luciano's pants. In a haze of lust he was now desperate for more of the older man. His body had never felt so.wanting. It felt that he would die if he couldn't be with Luciano right then and there. He fumbled with Luciano's zipper, moans slipping from his kiss swollen lips. He whimpered again when the other's zipper was undone. Awkwardly he pushed the pants and briefs down.
Luciano groaned as the restraints on his member were relieved and moved his head up, pressing a fierce kiss to Ricky's soft alluring lips. He leaned forward to meld their bodies against each other. Their erections brushed together, eliciting a deep mutual moan.
Ricky ground his hips up to Luciano's. "Fuck me," he begged, need lacing and intertwining in his tenor voice. "Please, Luciano. I want to feel you deep inside me," he continued, his hand running through the other's hair.
All of Luciano's reserves were shattered at that moment and he turned the other onto his hands and knees, reaching into a pocket of his pants to pull out a condom and a small tube of lube. Without hesitation he hurriedly prepared the other. He was grateful for the fact that the other definitely didn't feel like he was a virgin. He didn't think he had enough control to hold back any.
Fingers stretched Ricky's passage and soon to the boy it served no purpose but to tease him. "God's Luciano! I'm ready," he moaned, pressing back into the fingers desperately, fingers curling into the pillows that were in the gondola for the riders' comfort. "Luciano," he mewled, pressing even further back when the elder pulled his fingers out.
The tip of Luciano's length pressed to Ricky's stretched and waiting passage. He didn't wait long and neither did he try to tease. To tease Ricky would have been teasing himself that much more. He groaned as he felt the muscles clenching his ample length. After a moment of remaining still inside the rythmatically tigenting and loosening passage he started to thrust steady but increasingly fast.
Ricky gasped when he felt the other's length invade his body. He moaned softly at the pleasure and prickle of pain that being taken brought. "Ah, please," he moaned, clenching the pillow and pushing back into Luciano. His body was alight even more than before with passion and lust as the two moved together at a now frantic pace.
"Ricky," Luciano panted, his fingernails digging into the other's pale skin. Their bodies created a beautiful, alluring contrast; Luciano's bronzed hips, pressing and molding to the ivory of Ricky. "You're beautiful," the older man panted in the boy's ear as he started to stroke the other in tandum with his thrusts.
Both of them were so close and it was only a few more seconds before they released simultaneously. When the high subsided Luciano pulled out, licking his fingers to clean off Ricky's bittersweet esscence. "Mm," he moaned before chuckling as Ricky started to blush. The man pulled his pants up and smiled as Ricky did the same. They would definitely need a shower now. "How do you view Venezia now, Ricky?"
Ricky blinked, scooting to curl against the other drowsily. "I love Luciano's Venice, but it can't compare to you at all..." he said softly, drifting off to sleep.
Luciano could see he would have to carry Ricky home. "I love you," he murmured, knowing that his Ricky would return to Venezia once again.
THE END