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The last time Alva left Desaulniers' room, he thought about him for the rest of the evening. While there, they managed to have a brief conversation about their own feelings.
That was a week ago.
Since then, he has had a little less time to converse with the aforementioned Frenchman. They were busy with their own affairs, to which the other had no need to be interested. Passing each other in the corridors, they exchanged polite glances and greetings with each other, for more common things they had time for as long as the schedule was free of side tasks. Tonight they once again had the opportunity to spend an evening together, the first time since a small declaration of love under the influence of the moment and dancing resulting from the music.
This time, Alva Lorenz was informed of Joseph's willingness to have a friendly conversation, mentioning the longing he felt for the coming week. Compared to the blond-haired man, Lorenz was not adept at expressing what was sitting inside him, he loved quietly making it known through small touches or remarks about his appearance. Desaulniers, on the other hand, caught his hand more than once or even twice, or kissed him on the cheek without warning. It had only been a week since they announced their feelings for each other.
However, he didn't hold it against the Frenchman, he loved his attitude and lack of restraint with his own gestures, Alva admired quietly, and he didn't intend to change that anytime soon.
Joseph inviting the younger man to spend the evening together did not miss the mention of alcohol, wine again. Fifty-year-old wine to be more precise. He said he had wanted to try it for a long time, but didn't want to do it alone so he invited Lorenz too. He didn't decline the invitation either, this time he wasn't going to dress more than necessary, gray pants and a white designer shirt were enough, according to his taste.
With Desaulniers himself, it looked really similar, a white shirt with ruffles and topped with dark gray pants, as he also wore the previous time. The difference was in the jewelry, he put a necklace made of pearls around his neck meant to emphasize the deep V-shaped neckline. His hair was loose in the same way, symbolizing the calm and informality of today's meeting, this was just supposed to be a chat over wine serving as a relaxation.
Not feeling sorry for himself since noon, he had already managed to drink two glasses of wine, the one Alva had left the previous time. He tasted it and didn't want to let the liquor go to waste. He had also prepared the table beforehand by arranging two bottles of wine and two glasses on it, topped with black olives on a porcelain tray with pieces of cheese and raisins. Snacking on alcohol was a really good idea, Joseph intended to introduce Alva to his tastes hoping to share his liking.
Every time he showed something to the man the man also began to like it and vice versa, one showed the other music and then the other introduced the first to his favorite perfume flavors. He liked this relationship very much, taking the first step towards their relationship alcohol served only as a small fuse, an encouragement and elimination of the fear sitting inside him. He successfully achieved success.
Stirring a third glass of wine in his hand, he took a small sip before setting it aside, now needing to prepare the rest of the things for the table before Hermit himself arrived. They had an earlier meeting than last time because the Frenchman himself wanted to spend more time with his new lover. He hadn't been in a relationship for a long time, and the ones he had already been in were mere passing adventures. Something not worth remembering or dwelling on.
The previously mentioned snacks were joined by a bunch of grapes and a couple of tangerines. Now it was perfect, balancing the flavor by allowing the taste of the wine to reset. Joseph as a gourmet knew best, he didn't need advice or people telling him what to do.
- - -
Checking his reflection in the mirror one last time, Lorenz left the room heading toward the one belonging to Desaulniers. It was seven o'clock this time, The sun was still visible outside, but it wasn't high enough in the sky to tell that it was still early. This time he didn't bring anything with him, he had received a small instruction from The Photographer, saying not to bring anything because he already had everything prepared on the spot. He was really curious about what the blond man had arranged.
Last time he had no reason to complain, he had found the joy of his long-dragged life could be replaced by the presence of someone new, someone he really began to care about. Now he had the opportunity to see Joseph in his element, presenting him with a wine of really old date.
Alva himself should invite his lover to join him in the future by proposing dinner, for example. This would be quite fair on his part considering how many times he has already been to Joseph's. Now would be a time when he could show his gratitude for what he had already received.
Moving through the dark corridor, he knocked on the door belonging to the aforementioned man, waiting for an answer. He didn't have to wait long, the door immediately stood open in front of him showing a friendly smiling Frenchman. The shirt was only a little different from the one he wore last time, it had more ruffles and was definitely longer, plus a necklace of pearls. He looked gorgeous as usual, stepping inside he allowed himself to grab the hand of the shorter man placing a small kiss on it as a gesture of greeting.
— Pleasure, Joseph. — He took the floor first, closing the door behind him.
Hearing quiet laughter behind him, he concluded that the gesture he had incurred must have really pleased the older man, now walking toward the table.
— It's a pleasure for me, too, to welcome you here, Alva. Go ahead and sit down. —
Inviting the man to the table with a hand gesture, he opened the wine with a cork opener, pouring two glasses for half. The smell that wafted from the bottle was really great. He loved the smell of old wine, knowing what flavor lurked behind it. Taking a seat across from the younger man, he extended his hand with the glass forward, nailing a "cheers."
— You'll be a fan of this, I tried to get the best vintage, although nothing beats the seventy-year-old wine I once tasted. — Admitting with satisfaction on his lips, he took the first sip of alcohol. A pleasant tart taste on his tongue.
Letting out a quiet murmur through his mouth, he watched closely his companion's reaction to what he served. It was positive, he saw a slight surprise, and then took another sip.
— It's really good, I'm able to sense where those fifty years of fermentation went. —
He admitted truthfully. The expression on his companion's face was satisfying, he saw joy in the blue irises, thanks to the eyes looking quite cheerful. He was happy to see such small things around the Photographer. Spending time with him, he didn't have to think about unnecessary things about the past, it all disappeared into the blue depths.
- - -
Time passed which is equal to the amount of alcohol consumed by the men. The first bottle disappeared in just twenty minutes, by the second the Inventor was already drinking much less, he limited himself to one glass, while Joseph did not stop at small sips.
The glass was filled practically to the rim of the glass, forcing the blonde to drink the tip before completely drinking what he already had in the glass. The conversation also became increasingly energetic, mostly again on the part of none other than the Photographer, dragging out his words while adding more sentences containing smaller details to his finished statements.
Lorenz may have had the impression that this was the first time he would experience an actually drunk companion, he didn't stop with the few glasses, he took the bottle in his hand regularly filling the glass halfway. Alva raised his eyebrows upward and took a sip of the wine himself quite engrossed in Desaulniers' story.
— And to top it all off, I got hit in the head with these pallets! The pain was unbearable. — The blond man added the end of his sentence and rubbed the sore part of his head while putting the bottle of wine down on the table next to him.
— Certainly, you came across a well cooperating team, it's good that you still won. — Lorenz answering sipped the rest of the wine.
Joseph, once again conceding the point to his companion, let out a quiet exhalation through his mouth symbolizing thoughtfulness. His head hurt, and he still didn't stop drinking. Why should he? The wine was really good, and he wanted to taste it properly on his tongue before his bedtime began. Recalling his day as a Hunter today, he rubbed the table with his fingertip before directing his gaze to the gray-haired man. He looked much better than usual, and he normally looked good already.
A quiet laugh left the Photographer's lips before he corrected his position in the chair. Moving his right leg, he straightened it, able to touch Alva's calf. He should focus his gaze on him.
— Winning, like winning, has little meaning without the prize. —
The inventor was practically whooping wine at the unexpected touch, Joseph was much bolder after alcohol, or just did it unintentionally. The ear-pleasing voice left a momentary void in Lorenz's mind. He had the impression that this voice was different from the one he had listened to all the time up to that point.
— Certainly... this dinner is a good reward. — He confirmed with a nod.
— Ah... dinner? Indeed, it looks like dinner to me. — Joseph sent one more of his rather suggestive glances toward the gray-haired man.
The atmosphere between the two men thickened moment by moment, it was more intense than before the older man entered the room. Even so, one of the men was more aware of it than the other. Joseph hadn't planned all this from the beginning; it came with time. Each sip of alcohol intensified in him the desire for more, not just the liquor itself.
The gaze he sent his companion this evening had one thing in mind, he wanted to see if his needs would be listened to, and maybe even positively received. Running his foot over the taller man's calf, he rested his chin on his hand with a finger lazily touching the glass of the glass. Obviously he wasn't after the dinner itself, now he had his eye on something, or rather someone much better looking.
— Well... this other wine has really good taste, I taste equally exquisite. —
Another laugh leaving the Frenchman's lips was quite confusing to Alva himself, was he saying something strange? Or maybe he didn't understand Desaulniers' sense of humor hence the complicated expression on his face.
— I wasn't talking about wine, Alva. —
— Excuse me? —
Blinking his eyelids a few times to make sure he was awake, he had to clench his fingers on the edge of the table, he was now really confused by the older man's words. Not knowing how to respond more accurately, he looked to the side searching for a possible answer on the walls. The effect of alcohol really had an unusual effect on Joseph.
— You know, it's rare for me to say this... but I came up with a really ingenious thing, would you like to experience what I mean? —
— I think I don't quite understand... —
Not a moment passed, and the blue irises and blond curly hair disappeared from before his eyes. While standing up with the glass in his hand, the man must have banged his side against the edge of the table spilling the rest of the glass on the part of his shirt covering his left shoulder and chest piece, he tried to wipe it off with a piece of his right sleeve before letting go by returning his attention to Lorenz.
The Frenchman found himself right next to the Inventor, placing his hand on his shoulder in a rather affectionate gesture, it was just like before when they had a chance to dance. With the difference that now the atmosphere was different, more tense and dense. He completely ignored the dark stain on his clothes
— Come with me, I'll show you. — He instructed the younger man, grabbing his hand.
Leading the yellow-eyed man by the hand, he let him sit on a rather large leather-clad armchair, topped off with feathers on the inside, really comfortable. Letting his fingers touch the younger man's cheek, he stretched his lips in a gentle smile, crouching in front of his companion in the next moment. He wanted to show him something he was really in the mood for, just one look into the golden eyes was enough to make him want something more, and he couldn't hide it.
— Joseph, you... you... why the boldness? — Only now did he more or less grasp the meaning of his previous words, Joseph couldn't. He wasn't bold enough.
Alva held his breath the moment a hand clad in nicely trimmed nails touched the inner part of his thigh. It didn't just stop there, immediately the hand glided higher, and the man himself decided to lay his body between the Inventor's spread legs, chin resting on his thigh.
— I assure you, I can be more bold than I am now, would you like to see how much? —
The questioning man enjoyed his words with Lorenz's reactions, which were not at all negative, on the contrary, he did not even try to step aside, he let Desaulniers do whatever he felt like, maybe he also wanted it to happen.
— It's really... an unusual proposal... — Too dimmed by the sudden uncertainty, he was unable to choose his words properly, what exactly did Joseph want to achieve? This could not be what popped into the mind of the higher-up, he thought.
— Such shyness! I like it Alva... — The hand wandering on Lorenz's thigh picked up speed.
Sunning his hand higher, he directed it to the lower abdomen really close to the place he had wanted to touch for a long time. Within the next moment, he unzipped the zipper of his pants, letting out a quiet exhale through his mouth as a reaction to confirm Alva's slight erection he also wanted him. Clearly the younger man needed a moment to reach his full state of arousal, the Frenchman didn't mind, he would take that moment.
Lorenz himself, on the other hand, was losing control of the situation, his drunken companion was probably losing control of his own actions moment by moment, doing what Alva himself had before his eyes. Pressing his back against the backrest of the chair, he grabbed the blond man's arm with his hand in an attempt to revive him, apparently it did not work.
— Joseph, you... you should think about what you're doing. —
— Hmm? Think? I'm only thinking about one thing right now Monsieur Lorenz... — Wanting to prove his point he let out a quiet breath through his mouth with its warmth enveloping the erection of the taller man, he twitched at the gesture.
Hermit didn't have much time to react before a smaller hand with nicely trimmed nails wrapped around his length. He held his breath for the gesture, shading his own mouth with his other hand. He was at a loss for words, the action performed by Desaulniers completely robbing him of his ability to think logically for the space of just a few seconds.
His gaze was fixed on the playful smile on the Frenchman's face.
— Nhn... so unexpectedly... — Blossomed the taller man with a sigh leaving his lips.
— Unexpectedly? Ha! Your eyes earlier said how much they desire this act. Alva, don't look away from me. —
The quiet murmur leaving Joseph's lips was in turn overtaken by the gentle movements he began to make with his hand along the length of the younger man's appendage. Allowing his hand to enter at a leisurely pace, reaching the tip of the cock with his thumb he pressed on the frenulum, then watching the reaction of the satisfied man.
As he also assumed they were worth it, the words disappeared and were replaced by quiet sighs and attempts to look away, secretly still drilling into the blond's face. Finding by the sheer movements of his hands he did not know what to do with them, hence the Frenchman took matters into his own hands, grabbing those belonging to Alva. The one free from covering his face he allowed to be placed on his shoulder, the moment he reduced the distance between himself and his companion on his knees.
— I still think that...- ngh... — Breaking off his words, he tilted his head back catching a deeper breath through his mouth.
This was in response to another bold move on Joseph's part, he allowed himself to run his tongue over his penis, all the while trying to maintain eye contact, even if it was limited by the blurry gaze of the elder, and those of Alva looking for another point of focus than the face of the man satisfying him.
Over the next moment, the situation developed even further, from a simple lick resembling a mere touch of the tongue, it progressed to more adventurous kisses, and thus forcing the Inventor to suppress his own noises, he couldn't remember if he had ever had such close physical contact with another human being, not talking about doing it with another man! His reactions were heightened by this. Joseph derived joy and satisfaction from every sound he heard.
— Ha... tell me more Alva... your voice sounds so good now, at the very thought I get... mwah... shivers! — The Frenchman's lively personality was now coming to the surface.
He broke off the conversation by sucking on the tip of the other man's privates with his lips, exerting pressure on the very tip with his tongue, so that he observed not only the tense body in front of him, but also the sudden change in the location of the other man's hand from his shoulder to his head. This gave him a sign that he was doing a really good job. He wasn't going to stop there, seeing how the younger man himself was starting to get into the atmosphere he had created.
Starting with small kisses, to sucking and moving his hand along the length of the gray-haired man's appendage, Joseph allowed himself more and more with the following moments. He ran his tongue over the underside of his penis, placing small kisses along the way. Only after a few seconds in this manner, accompanied by Lorenz's breaths, did the Frenchman for the first time clamp his lips down on the length allowing it to slide into his mouth until it touched his throat.
Moving his gaze upward, he encountered Hermit's focused gaze with his eyebrows furrowed toward him.
— J.. Joseph..., hngh...! — Bending his lips wider under the sudden pleasure, he moved his hand to the blond curls squeezing them as Desaulniers himself helped himself with his hand, trying to place his appendage deeper inside his overly warm lips.
He wasn't going to stop at what was already in his mouth, the goal of it all was to fit the entire length inside his throat, thus wanting to show the taller man a new zone of pleasure. In the eyes of the older man, Lorenz had zero idea of what Joseph himself was proposing earlier, only when he got to what he was mentioning did he begin to understand what it was all about. This was to the blond man's own advantage, he could have the taller man under his control without trying to fight for leadership. Alva rested his hand like the glass of wine he had drunk earlier.
Slightly swollen from sucking, his lips held the moist dick between them, periodically sucking it deeper inside until the tip made contact with the beginning of his esophagus. Taking a moment to get used to it, Desaulniers tongue grazed the underside of the length until he placed it bodily in his mouth. Touching his nose to the lower abdomen covered with a path of trimmed pubic hair, he closed the eyelids of his eyes through his nose taking light breaths.
— Ha...hn...! Des... Desaulniers... you can't just, ngh... just... —
Holding back the impending vomiting reflex, he gave himself another moment before lifting his head up holding only the head of Lorenz's appendage in his mouth. Catching eye contact anew, he allowed a smile to appear on his lips once again, much more relaxed under the influence of alcohol.
— I can't what? Monsieur Lorenz... finish. — Despite the hoarse voice, he did not intend to remain quiet, the reactions of the taller man evoked in him the need to respond.
— You are so, nh...h vulgar... —
— Vulgar? Where is the vulgarity, here? — He tilted the lips of his mouth and swung his tongue beyond them, touching with it the underside of the penis of the man across from him.
This gesture was followed by taking the appendage into his mouth again, placing it at its previous depth, his hand went to the skin of his thighs at the very crotch with his thumb reaching his balls, which after a long moment of contact he grabbed, treating them with gentleness. In return for his bravery, he got another muffled moan from the Inventor and a significant shock response from his body. From this he could tell that he was not far from the man's orgasm.
Taking advantage of the moment, he began to move his head starting by lifting it only to have it immediately return to its previous place taking the length of his appendage back into his throat. The accompanying quiet thrashing noises grew louder as a leg reached Joseph's own crotch. In response to the friction, his hips shot forward, meeting with a jolt of pleasure.
— Ahh...! A moment, a moment... ngh... or, down? Joseph...? — A look of surprise quickly appeared on Lorenz's face immediately after he repositioned his leg placing it between the Frenchman's thighs, to his surprise instead of the typical bulge, he met nothing.
Pulling the man's appendage out of his mouth once again, Joseph let out a slightly hoarse laugh through his lips. — You were supposed to find out about this a little, mnhh... later. —
Pulling his eyebrows together, he rubbed his crotch against Alva's leg giving himself pleasure, in the meantime returning to sucking the man's penis, wanting to bring him to orgasm.
- - -
The slurping and sucking sounds did not stop, accompanied by the sounds of both men, those belonging to Alva were more throaty due to the orgasm that was building, the arrival of which was confirmed by the tickling sensation in his lower abdomen and the self-preserving thrusting of his hips toward Desaulniers' mouth.
The aforementioned Frenchman himself was also really close to his orgasm, the stimulated nodule at the tip of his pussy making signs of itself by sending flows of electricity toward the rest of his body, encouraging the man to push his hips against the leg in front of him more intensely.
— Jos... ah... Joseph, I'm going to.... ngh! .. ha...! — Breaking off his sentence in the middle, he tilted his head back clenching the eyelids of his eyes at the sudden and intense shock caused by the orgasm.
He didn't have time to push the blond man's head away from him, and he didn't do it himself either. All of the gray-haired man's release was in the blue-eyed man's mouth. Alva wanted to remedy this by pushing the lower man's head away from himself.
— You, spit it out! It's dirty... Joseph! —
Reacting almost instantly, the blond man swallowed the entire release, some of which had earlier floated down his throat on its own until asking to do the same with the rest. From what he sensed on his tongue, Lorenz's cum was salty with a hint of bitterness now lingering on his tongue, moving his head away from his saliva-covered lower abdomen, he brought his satisfied smile to his lips. He had to interrupt his own built up orgasm by the sudden shock on the man's face.
Laying his strangely heavy head on the thigh in front of him, he let out a quiet murmur of satisfaction through his lips, closing the eyelids of his eyes.
— Nhha... Alva, you are so perfect... move me to bed Mon Cherie... you smell wonderful... —
Lorenz sensing the babbling coming from Desaulniers himself did not get an answer to any of his questions as if the man was not listening to him at all, or simply ignored him wanting to achieve his own. Apparently, that's just how Joseph was, but this one aspect still left him uneasy. The difference between his lower body, this thought was constantly sitting on the front of his tongue wanting to ask, and yet something told him not to.
As requested, after calming his breathing and gathering his thoughts together, he pulled the lower man onto his thighs, rising from his seat. Stepping at a slow pace to the bed, he could still feel the remnants of his intense access, such as a slight dizziness and a strange looseness in his limbs. Laying the blond on the bed, he wanted to return to the main room and clean the table as a courtesy, he was stopped by the hand of the same person.
— Do you need anything else? — He reacted almost immediately to the gentle gesture of grabbing.
— Touch me. —
— Touch...? — He didn't wait long before Joseph slipped off his pants and underwear with renewed agility, revealing the aforementioned surprise.
So that's what he expected in return, he could tell by the sheer glistening appearance the excitement in the other man, he was wet, even dripping! Swallowing his saliva, he noticed the sudden wetness in his mouth having to repeat the gesture once more to be sure that a trickle of saliva would not spill out.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, right next to where his waiting companion lay, he allowed himself a moment of concentration before his fingers touched his lower abdomen, it was really soft and smooth. Like a real porcelain doll only that it was not made of porcelain.
Impatient with the act itself, the blue-eyed man allowed himself to guide Lorenz's lower hand toward his pleasure point. The chills coursing through his body were the result of cool hands touching such a heated clitoris. He let out a well audible moan through his lips, closing his eyes in his pleasure. The previously timid fingers were now gaining confidence, not only rubbing the familiar pleasure point, but also going lower touching the entrance to the interior, from which a noticeable amount of mucus had spilled out earlier by rubbing.
Holding the gray-haired man's wrist, he showed him with a few movements how he should place his fingers inside while still focusing his attention on the clitoris. Apparently, Alva was learning really fast in this area as well.
Over the next minute, the fingers recently entering his insides picked up speed, and the thumb massaging the nodule at the base of the vagina accelerated causing the blond's legs to flex and clench.
— Ngh...! Ah...! Here! Exactly hnghh here! — Bending his lips in his pleasure, he clenched his eyes feeling more incoming heat in his lower body.
— Your voice... sounds really good, Desaulniers, keep it just for me. —
The lower tone of Alva's voice broke through the moans of the lower man's high-pitched voice, he managed to hear a few curses in French.
— M..merde! Je suis si proche! Continue...! Agh... —
Letting out one last high-pitched moan through his mouth, he clamped his legs over the gray-haired man's arms, his hands catching on the bedding and the pillow beneath him. A truly intense orgasm pierced him, followed by a moment of hyperactivity before Lorenz took his hand, placing a kiss on his lips. In doing so, he silenced him.
— Hnnh. stay with me for this night Mon amour... —
Opening his eyes at the blond man's suggestion, he released his lips from his embrace acceding to it. A night with someone he belonged to sounded really good. Desaulniers wanted to stay with him, as well as dance with him then. He intended to stay with him forever.
— I'm going to stay and not leave. You should rest now. — Turning his gaze to the side out of a sudden surge of uncertainty, he let himself be pulled into bed with the older man right next to him.
That night they remained clothed, Joseph half undressed clinging to Lorenz without letting him go an inch. He wanted him by his side until the end, and Hermit himself wanted to stay by the Photographer's side.
After that night, he stopped being a Hermit.