#NOTTEBIANCA19 (dal 25 al 28 luglio) e #NOTTEBIANCA19BIS (dal 31 luglio al 2 agosto)
Per partecipare alla #nottebianca19 dovete prima obbligatoriamente fillare il sondaggio che abbiamo proposto sulla nostra community gemella fiumidiparole. Se avete già risposto al sondaggio nei giorni scorsi, siete già pronti per la nostra nuova Notte Bianca. In caso contrario, beh, il sondaggio è composto da una sola domanda quindi non perderete troppo tempo,
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“I can assure you,” Leo smiles, his hand already lost in Blaine’s hair, pushing him down, “Girls appreciate too.”
Oh, Blaine thinks with a tiny smile that goes, thankfully, completely undetected, so that’s what changed. He’s started fucking around.
There will be time to ask about it, there will be time to let other people in again, but not right now. Right now, he wants to be alone with Leo and the gorgeous young man he became while he was looking away. That’s the only silver lining of having to look away, actually: that when he looks back Leo’s always more beautiful than the last time, and that he keeps falling for him more the longest he’s looked away. Time doesn’t have a meaning for them - if not as a device to make what they have even more precious.
“I appreciate more,” he says as he slides down on the pillows, settling right in front of his crotch. He looks back up at Leo from there, shivering in pleasure when he sees the knowledge of what he’s going to do arise in Leo’s eyes all of a sudden. “Take it out,” he says, and he has to hold a laughter in as he watches Leo hasten to unzip and push down his pants, letting his erection emerge free from his pants and underpants.
His cock seems to have changed too, somehow, it’s grown into shape better, it looks like a man’s cock, and Blaine’s mouth waters at the sight. He swallows and moistens his lips as he holds Leo’s erection in his hand only long enough as he needs to guide it into his own mouth. Then he lets it go, lets his lips and tongue take care of it, and when Leo starts to moan louder and thrust into his mouth Blaine lets him free to do it, without asking him to hold back.
“Blaine,” he says in a little whine, “If you keep going, I’m gonna come.”
The fact that Blaine doesn’t stop blowing him is signal enough that it’s not a problem if he does, and Leo understands it as he always understands what Blaine tells him during the mute conversations they always entertain when they’re having sex. There was a time in the beginning when Blaine needed to be very loud about what he wanted Leo to do, how he wanted him to move and so on, but that time’s been past for a while, now, and Leo always knows what Blaine wants soon enough, and Blaine doesn’t have to ask anymore.
Leo puts both hands on Blaine’s head, keeping it still as he thrusts inside his mouth. Blaine doesn’t even have to move, Leo’s doing all on his own, fucking his mouth more than he’s getting a blowjob done, and when he comes with a loud moan Blaine instantly grabs him by his hips not to make him pull away. He keeps him close, keeps him trapped in the warmth of his mouth, the head of his cock barely touching the back of his throat while he keeps the gag reflex at bay, and then Leo shoots and Blaine swallows, as naturally now that they haven’t met in six months as he’d do when they used to meet every day.
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Blaine kisses him as he’s going to fuck him, hard and deep, pinning him down on the couch. Leo’s whole body rises for that promise, his cock hardening again almost instantly - thanks teenagers for that. He pulls his pants down blindly and then parts his legs right away, shamelessly offering himself for the taking. And there’s nothing Blaine wants more than taking him, so he pushes his pants down just enough to take his cock out and then guides it towards Leo’s opening, trying to force it open. He’s shut tight like the gates of heaven and this only makes Blaine want to fuck him harder.
“No boys?” he asks against his lips as he rubs his cock all over his opening, smearing pre-come on it.
“A few,” Leo answers confusedly, holding onto his shoulders and swinging his hips to try and take him in faster than Blaine’s planning for him to do, “But no one fucked me.”
“So I was the last,” Blaine says with a rough, deep voice, biting Leo’s lips and demanding another kiss.
Leo simply nods, and then moans louder, crossing his legs behind Blaine’s back, annoyed at his procrastinating. Just push it in, his body says eagerly, and Blaine decides to comply.
He thrusts just once, hard enough to pass through the tight ring of muscles and sheathe himself inside Leo’s body. Leo screams, sinking his nails into his shoulders while he blindly searches for something else to hold on to with his other hand. He ends up finding the back of the couch, and he sinks his nails in that too.
“Fuck,” he says with a shaky voice, a couple small tears born of sheer pain blooming discreetly at the corner of his eyes.
“You alright?” Blaine asks under his breath, kissing him all over his face.
“Fuck yes,” Leo answers with a deeper moan, before swinging his hips again, “Now move. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me hard as you can.”
He doesn’t really need to ask, but it’s nice to hear him talk like that, saying things young Leo would’ve never said, especially in broad daylight. There’s no trace of shame nor embarrassment in the way he moves and speaks, now, all that made him childish and unready has disappeared leaving a grown man behind. Unshackled and free, Leo moves wildly underneath him, taking him inside deeper than Blaine remembered he was able to do, asking him to move faster, to fuck him harder, to make him feel it.
He’s never heard him say anything like it, and he loves it. He loves that he’s so wild, he loves how missing him made him ready for him, ready to give all to him. When he comes, a few thrusts later, he makes sure to do it when he’s buried the deepest inside his body. He fills him up with his orgasm because it’s only fair that if Leo gave it all to him, he must do the same in exchange.
Afterwards, he lies on top of him, spent and weary, unable to move. They breathe off one another’s scent, and Blaine doesn’t ever want to leave. These passing moments are the most precious for him, the dearest to him. These passing moments in which leaving’s just a ghost, something that can’t be touched, that Blaine can despise, instead of being something he longs for, something he needs, even, to some extent.
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“I’ll keep it in mind,” Blaine smiles, kissing him again. “Now,” he says, “These boys and girls you were talking about?”
There’s a shadow in Leo’s eyes, it lasts only a moment but it’s there. That enticing darkness’ gone entirely, that special glimmer’s off, but the shadow’s there, an old shadow Blaine’s already seen but doesn’t recognize. It fades away pretty soon, though, and Blaine decides to think maybe it was only embarrassment hitting at last, that his kid’s still his kid, after all, he’s allowed some kid things, every now and then.
Leo starts telling him about the boys and the girls, what he’s done with them, how he met them and how long it lasted. Blaine catches up with the six months he couldn’t spend with him, and pretends not to have ever gone away at all. He’s building a castle on top of a lie that’s just the thinnest layer of ice, he knows that. He only hopes, comes spring, it will melt instead of break down.
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