Giovanni felt nervous. Which was strange, because he was rarely nervous. He didn't remember the last time he felt this way—maybe when Leslie had called telling him that he had something important to discuss with him? But that was a bad nervous, not this weird mix of anticipation and confusion he was feeling now faced with the fact that after he was done at the bar and closed up, he would go upstairs and get fucked by the man that had given him one of the best kisses in his life.

     The anticipation and slight worry that was dripping from him made him clean the beer and wine glasses with more vigor and wipe down the bar countertop more times than necessary. He tried his best to keep his mind busy and not overthink things or rewind to the kiss in the corridor that had absolutely caught him out of the left field.

     When he had decided to go in for the kiss, he hadn't expected Ashkii to be good at it. The younger man was so nervous and shy that he had expected him to suck, or at most be average. He hadn't expected him to keep up or know what he was doing.

     Ashkii was good at kissing.

     So much so that Giovanni kept sucking on his bottom lip rethinking his motions.

     He wondered what the younger man would be like in bed. He came off as sweet and innocent, but the kiss was making Giovanni have his doubts. He wondered if he would be domineering—the thought slightly upset Giovanni since he did like being the one in charge, but maybe with Ashkii, he wouldn't mind...

     Fuck. Giovanni thought to himself, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. Ashkii had set the bar so up for sex, that Giovanni would be devastated if things didn't pan out the way his wild thoughts were going.

     The noise in the bar was starting to fade off as more people left the bar and fewer clients walked up for a drink. Giovanni's eyes searched for the clock, counting down the minutes to the eleventh hour in the Eve in if. He hoped Ashkii was still awake. It would be a disappointment if the man slept off. He knew he had an early class in the morning so they couldn't sneak something just before, he was sure of that.

     "Well, you seem pretty excited to get off," a customer said when Giovanni let out a big sigh and dramatically cleared out the bar countertop once he saw the long hand of the clock hit twelve.

     Giovanni looked over at the customer who had said that. Giving the man a little smile before shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just eager to get some rest." No, he wasn't getting a wink of sleep if Ashkii was half as good as he was imagining him to be off the make-out session.

     The customer seemed to smile knowingly, letting out, "Hmm" as Giovanni grabbed a broom and dustpan and started haphazardly cleaning about the small bar. When the bartender was done cleaning up, all the clients had left, and he just had to lock the place before making his way to the back door that led to the stairway. Entering the small corridor gave him a rush of memory of the kiss from before, and he felt his face burn with warmth as he hurried up the stairs, before opening the door to his apartment and walking in.

     He wandered over to the guest room, a bit confused when he opened the door to find no one there. He started to think that maybe Ashkii had gone home, and changed his mind, but he was also confused because hadn't seen the man leave. He was ruminating on that when he heard his name in a soft voice—Ashkii's voice.

     He turned towards it, noticing the man might be in his room. He wandered over, opening the door to find the tan, long-haired man, staring at him from his bed. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp with a bright orange fluorescent hue.

     "I was wondering when you would come up." The younger man gave him a shy smile, and Giovanni smiled back, leaning on the door frame as he drank in the look of Ashkii. The younger man had taken off his shirt, and he could see the carvings and dips of his arm muscles that were holding onto a pillow. Giovanni guessed having a part-time job at a gym was working out for him.

     "Well..." Giovanni trailed, leaning off the door frame before closing the door behind him. "What were you thinking about as you waited?"

     "I..." The younger man trailed. He was a bit shaken by the direct question. He sat up on the bed, letting his eyes focus on Giovanni who was not climbing out of his black pants and taking off his sweater.

     Giovanni smiled, catching the younger man take a deep breath as he threw the sweater to the side. He had been a bit unsure what Ashkii would think when the clothes started coming off. The man didn't seem less interested—if anything he looked excited—Like he was anticipating a grand finale. And there was one. Sort off. Though, Giovanni was holding that off for later.

     "What do you think?" Giovanni asked, putting his hands on his waist as he stared at Ashkii in all the glory of his underwater. When Ashkii didn't answer, Giovanni chuckled, walking over to the bed. He climbed onto it, kneeling on the bed, as he read her out to brush his fingers down Ashkii's arm.

     "Are you always this quiet?" Giovanni asked, leaning forward so that he pressed his forehead against the younger man's. Ashkii's hair was out of its usual bun, and now it dripped down his neck and stopped at his mid-back.

     "No," the younger man said as he stared into Giovanni's eyes. "You look breathtaking," Ashkii managed to mumble, making the older man smile before pressing his lips on the younger man's. They kissed for a while letting their hands reach out to touch each other's arms, and chest. Ashkii let his hands move down to Giovanni's waist, and the younger man sighed, climbing into his lap.

     They made out until Giovanni broke the kiss and stared into Ashkii's eyes. "What do you want?" he said in a low voice, breathing deeply as he rubbed his thumb in circular motions on Ashkii's cheek. "Tell me."

     "I want you."

     Giovanni shook his head. "No, what do you want to do?"

     Ashkii's face warmed when he noticed what Giovanni was getting at. "I..." he looked away, embarrassed.

     "Come on..." Giovanni encouraged, turning the man's face up so that they were looking at each other again. "What do you want to do to me, and what do you want me to do to you."

     "Gio—"

"I'll tell you what I want if you tell me what you want," Giovanni said and Ashkii seemed to think about it before nodding his head.

     "Okay," the older man said, sitting up on Ashkii's lap before grinding down on him. "I want to see your dick. Then I want to suck it as I rub myself off, and then I want you to fuck me."

     Ashkii felt like he had just swallowed air. The beating in Ashkii's ears had gotten louder with every word Giovanni had said, and the feel of his crotch on his boxers was tighter. Giovanni was driving him insane.

     "Giovanni..." Ashkii trailed. "I—I want to kiss your thighs. I want you to tell me what you want and what to do—"

     "Are you sure?" Giovanni asked, cutting Ashkii off. "You want me to tell you what to do?"

     Ashkii licked his bottom lip before nodding. "I don't want to do something you don't like. I just want to do things that you want. If you like them, I'm sure I'll like them..." Ashkii knew he was rambling now, and it wasn't at all sexy. He knew that, but he couldn't help himself. Here Giovanni was, almost naked, kissing him and flirting with him and he didn't want to ruin it by saying something off-putting. He knew what he wanted, and Giovanni knew and had laughed about it. "I really don't want to come off like I'm disrespecting you," Ashkii mumbled randomly, watching as Giovanni gave him a partly confusing look.

     "You're not very good at dirty talking." The older man smiled a little and Ashkii felt his whole body shiver partly with shame, and partly with a hot and bothered feeling that Giovanni's smile tended to stir in him.

     "I'm sorry."

     "It's okay, baby."

     Ashkii's eyes widened at the word, and how much the softest Giovanni had said it made him feel. The older man caressed his face, giving him a soft forehead kiss before smiling again.

     "I'm not going to punish you for thinking about stuff," Giovanni said. "Tell me what you want."

     "I—" Ashkii said but paused.

     "Go on."

     "I want to put my dick in your mouth. I want you to suck it—" There was a short pause before Ashkii quickly muttered in a hurried breath. "I want you to choke on it."

     "I want to come on your face, and spank you..." he trailed off, trying to read the expression on Giovanni's face. "But I also want you to call me baby like before and tell me what to do to turn you on, and when it's okay to do the things I want—"

     "You're so greedy," Giovanni said, cutting Ashkii off suddenly. "My cute, shy, greedy baby."

     Ashkii wasn't sure if he was being insulted or not, but like before just being called a pet name by Giovanni was doing things to him.

     "Lie down," Giovanni said, crawling off Ashkii's lap before sitting on the side. "Hurry."

     The younger man obliged, not too sure what was going to happen. Giovanni smiled, moving to hover over him before pulling down his boxers. His penis sprung out, Giovanni took hold of it, stroking it with a well-paced wrangling of his fist, as he used his other hand to pull the boxers off Ashkii completely.

     "It's so thick," Giovanni said, staring down at Ashkii. The younger man blinked, feeling his face warm up as Giovanni reached out to touch him with his second hand as well. "I like it thick."

     The older man laid down too, moving to kiss up Ashkii's shaft as he stroked him. The younger man moaned, feeling himself get drowsy as he processed the feel of Giovanni's lips on his private parts. The man's slender fingers were cold but made a wonderful contrast with his warm lips and tongue. It was driving him insane.

     And then it happened.

     Giovanni leaned forward and sucked the head of the younger man's shaft. Twirling his tongue around the throbbing flesh. Ashkii bit down on his bottom lip as he fought his body not to cum—it couldn't be now. Not yet. Not when it just started.

     "You can hold my head, baby," Giovanni mumbled when he let the man's shaft leave his mouth. "Push me as deep as you like. I can take it."

     Ashkii hesitated for a bit, before reaching out to hold Giovanni's neck from behind. The older man smiled, moving to take the younger man's penis in his mouth again. Ashkii watched him coax with his fingers and tongue while moving his head up and down. It felt good, and the sound of the occasional gag or weeds was driving him insane. He tightened his grip around Giovanni's neck, pulling the man's face down. He looked for a cue to stop—any at all, but Giovanni stayed out until the whole length of Ashkii was buried in his throat.

     The sight almost gave Ashkii a heart attack.

     Fuck. He thought to himself. He couldn't hold it anymore. He just couldn't. He thrust his hips upwards, staring into Giovanni's deep brown eyes as the length of his shaft made its way in and out, glazed in spit, and sliding past Giovanni's lips.

     The lips that started it all.

     Fuck. Ashkii thought again, reaching out his other hand to trace Giovanni's hollow checks. He could feel his dick if he pressed hard enough, and he was trying really hard to concentrate on lasting.

     "You're so fucking sexy," he said in a hushed tone, holding either side of Giovanni's face as he increased the pace of his thrusts. "You don't know how many times I've wanted to see you like it. I feel like I'm in a dream."

     His breathing got faster, and just before he reached his peak, he pulled out fully, letting Giovanni take in a deep breath. He wasn't going to cum yet. He just couldn't.

     "Why did you do that?" Giovanni asked, wiping his lips with a stray bed cover. "You were close."

     Ashkii didn't say anything in response, he simply reached out to pull Giovanni towards him, kissing the man before turning him on his back. The bartender was taken by surprise, but he gave in, letting Ashkii run his hands through his thighs and stomach as he kissed him frantically from lips to stomach, and eventually, lower. Giovanni was enjoying the feeling building up in his lower stomach as Ashkii twisted his nipples and kissed and sucked on his shaft, but he suddenly tensed up when he felt the man press a finger against his entrance.

     "Don't do that," Giovanni said in a hurry when he realized what was about to happen.

     Ashkii blinked, confused. "I want to be inside you. I just thought I would help you get ready—."

     "I have to clean up!"  Giovanni said suddenly, and Ashkii understood what he meant. The younger man wanted to drop it, but he was throbbing so hard, and he felt like his head might explode if they stopped now.

     "I can wait. Do you want me to help?"

     Giovanni shook his head at the offer before scrabbling off the bed and heading over to the bathroom. Ashkii heard the showerhead turn on, and he stared at the ceiling as he waited.

     He bit his bottom lip, a bit angry that he hadn't insisted that he come along.