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THE AFTER PARTY

Darcy hesitated in Luca’s en suite. The silky black swim shorts clung to his warm skin. It felt silly to have showered off the chlorine from Luca’s pool party, dried himself, and then put a new swimming trunks on. A pair that would never see the water. It fit as perfectly as before, showcasing every dip and curve of his form. The lower waistline cut of the material displayed the slightest tan lines where his more conservative shorts had been covering him earlier.

Luca was on the other side of the door, waiting for him. It felt as though he could sense his body on the other side. A heat signal calling to him through the wood. When he unlocked the bathroom door, he could have sworn he heard a short intake of breath.

Darcy peeked out and he pounced.

Hands snatched at him, using the waistband of the swimsuit as handles to drag Darcy to him.

Nervous giggles burst from him. “Luca!” he gasped.

“Darcy!” Luca mimicked his tone with a laugh.

Oversized hands were all over him and he wriggled in his grip, feigning attempted escape.

With each step backwards, Darcy was pulled closer to his bed. The heat was back, burning his cheeks and throat in anticipation. Before Luca turned to climb atop the mattress, he snatched Darcy by the waist and he squealed. Hefted over Luca’s shoulder, he was carried up with him.

When Luca dropped him to the bed he bounced once against it, a quiet laugh fell out of his mouth before he could hold it back. His soul-mate really was just a playful puppy.

Luca’s face hooked over him, gold eyes glittering. Infectious and impish grin pointed at him. Darcy smiled back timidly. There was a permanent undercurrent of expectation and anticipation. Of just how far they would go tonight. Darcy let him lead, for now.

“You’re my favourite present.” His voice was husky. “Wrapped up perfectly,” he added, twanging his finger at the seam around one of his thighs. Darcy jumped when it hit his skin.

“I did get you a present,” Darcy blurted.

Luca blinked twice. Confused at the subject change.

“It’s in my bag,” he whispered. “I forgot about it after… this morning.”

A grin split his face, a big dopey one that gave Darcy the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“What did you get me?” he asked. There was childish excitement sparkling in his expression.

Darcy rolled his eyes with a mock sigh. “You have to unwrap it to find out.”

“I’ll put it on my to-do list, right after I unwrap you.”

With a crooked finger, he peeled the waistband of the tight shorts down, exposing his most delicate parts. The room was warm, the typical temperature for a summer evening, but Luca’s breath over his wet tip brought a shiver to him. He was already half hard.

Darcy twisted his face away into the pillow beneath his. The silence was too much to bear as his soul-mate looked over him. Darcy didn’t know what to expect next-

Wide and wet, Luca’s tongue dragged over his slit, catching the tip with a curl of his tongue. A sinking sensation. The soft bedding enveloping him as Darcy writhed against it. Thumbs pressed the innermost corners of his thighs outwards, opening his slowly as he ate. The tongue lapped at his, flicking his slit with every stroke. Darcy whined. His feet kicked at the sheets without his order. Darcy's body unable to contain the pleasure.

A hand joined Luca’s mouth, bobbing from his balls to the ridge below the head of his cock where Luca sucked mercilessly.

Darcy rolled his hips. Silently begging for more. And more. And-

Darcy's body faltered. Luca’s tongue was curling around him and his fingers ground against his slit. Darcy’s mouth fell open on an empty scream. His thighs shook violently either side of Luca’s head. His back arched up off the bed for a few seconds. And then he was coming back down, from the climax and back down onto the sheets.

Enormous hands wrapped almost entirely around his waist and lifted him from the blankets. Darcy squeaked and grabbed at the wrists. Luca hadn’t given him even a moment to recover his senses.

“What-”

“Sit on my face,” Luca growled.

Darcy’s thighs quivered. He swallowed and hoped he didn’t hear it.

Flipped onto his back, Luca lowered Darcy over his mouth. The headboard was just close enough for him to clutch with curled fingers, steadying himself while his knees slid apart.

Luca’s tongue paved a fresh trail along his taint and circled his hole, layering his scent marker into Darcy’s deepest crease as though anyone would fight him for the territory. He rounded his lips into an ‘o’ shape and sucked the sensitive pink skin until he screamed. Darcy's body shuddered above him, barely fighting off a second orgasm. He widened his mouth again, returning to the broad and long strokes of his tongue, covering all available areas. A rhythm took hold of Darcy, rocking his hips and grinding down onto his mouth without the strength to hold back.

“W-wait,” he managed to gasp.

Luca hummed questioningly against him, but his tongue didn’t relent in its lapping.

Darcy gripped the headboard and hoisted himself up, dragging his knees inwards until they clasped Luca’s ears. He reluctantly released his mouth from Darcy’s skin with a groan.

“I want-” Darcy panted, resting his forehead on his hands for a moment. “I want to face the other way.”

Without hesitation, Luca took his thighs in his hands, lifting him like a barbell. When he dropped Darcy back onto his lips, his view had shifted to the other end of the bed. Luca’s tongue dug its path back inside of him and he squealed, the new angle had him fluttering around the wet muscle.

On trembling hands, he crawled his upper body down Luca’s. Face an inch from his perfect golden skin. Occasionally swiping his abs with his nose. The distance was too far to his goal, though. Their bodies were comically mismatched in size. His shorts were close enough for Darcy to trace his fingers along the waistband, but not enough for his mouth to take Luca like he was taking Darcy.

Silently, he strained forward with futile attempts to extend his spine. Teeth nipped his inner thighs, kissing their way around his taint roughly.

“Luca,” he moaned. Darcy kicked his feet against the headboard and tried once more to reach his shorts. This time, he understood.

As Luca suddenly sat up, he brought Darcy’s hips with him and let his feet dangle at his sides. The more acutely he tilted down his head, the closer Darcy came to the erection pressing against his shorts. Inviting him to taste. Head down and ass up, he was finally able to push down the waistband and free the little friend waiting for him.

When it bounced out, Darcy realised it wasn’t so little. Luca groaned against his ass in loud relief. It tickled his throbbing hole.

The head was glistening, pointed right at him.

Darcy gave himself a moment to prepare and took the tip between his lips. With zero experience or education, Darcy simply started sucking. At first he could only pull in an inch or so, but his hands helped make up the difference until he could lower his head halfway. The whole thing wasn’t going to fit, but it was a start. It was hot in his mouth, twitching and throbbing when he stroked the shaft in his palms.

The hands holding him steady at the thighs suddenly squeezed the flesh of his ass so hard he cried out, Luca’s cock popping from his mouth.

“G-gentle,” Darcy begged. Luca moaned in concession against his skin.

His dick was dripping with precum and Darcy’s drool. Darcy swallowed down as far as he could again and Luca’s hips jumped up reflexively. The blunt head bumped the roof of Darcy’s mouth and a high pitched noise came out of him involuntarily. Why something like that would turn him on, he didn’t know. But the thought of Luca jerking his hips up and shoving the rest of his dick in his mouth made his own dick twitch.

The rounded top of a finger brushed his hole and his body jolted, moaning around the shaft in his mouth. Luca pressed it in slowly, never relenting the lathing of his tongue between his cheeks. The finger dipped deeper and deeper and Darcy’s flailing feet began to curl at the toes. He was so close again.

Darcy wrapped both hands around Luca’s cock, bouncing them roughly and dragging his tongue over the tip in wet licks. If Darcy was on the verge, Luca should be, too.

Luca’s thighs began to shift and shake against the bedding, and his grip on Darcy’s thigh got tighter and tighter. In his orgasm-addled brain, Darcy hoped for bruises. Signs of his soul-mate’s desire for him left on his body. Luca’s tongue twisted against him, his fingers plundered into him, and Darcy came. Upside-down, mouth filled with his soul-mates cock, toes unable to touch the bed. Darcy cried out, squirming and writhing in Luca’s hold. Apparently that was all he needed to pull him over the edge, too.

A couple of spurts of salty liquid filled his mouth and he shivered at the taste. When he swallowed around him, Luca yelled a collection of curse words that included ones Darcy didn’t even know.

Luca flopped to his back, yanking Darcy down with him. They panted, side-by-side but top-to-tail.

After what felt like only a few minutes of recuperation, Luca pulled himself up with a groan. He grinned down at him. His gorgeous golden curls were sweaty. His eyes were dark and dilated. His hunger only partly sated for now.

Darcy smiled back weakly. Satisfied. Exhausted.

Luca manhandled him into the middle of the bed, fussed with the blankets and pillows around him. Almost building a nest around him for the night. He pulled off the swimming shorts properly and tossed them aside before tucking him in, leaving only Darcy’s head poking out of the covers.

Darcy let himself be taken care of. He was too tired to complain even if he didn’t enjoy his soul-mate’s sweet, soft touch.

“It’s-” Darcy wriggled a little, forcing himself to stay awake just a little longer. “It’s almost midnight.” His words were slurred, but he knew Luca would understand.

“Hm?” Luca stroked his fingers through his hair, removing his signature barrette and placing it carefully on his bedside table. It felt almost too domestic to see it there.

“Your present,” he sighed sleepily. “You need to open it on your birthday.” Darcy frowned at the ceiling. “It won’t be your birthday anymore…”

He stroked his head again soothingly. “Okay, don’t fuss,” he teased. “I’ll open it now. It’s in your bag, right?”

Darcy nodded against the pillow, eyes closed.

The sound of sliding across sheets, thumps on the floor and the rustle of his bag followed. Wrapping paper was torn and Darcy managed to crack open a single weary eye.

Luca was sat cross-legged on the floor, butt-naked, with his back to him. He chuckled at the item in his hands and Darcy grinned to himself.

Now, he could rest.