Sinful Kiss

The ticking of the engine, slowly cooling, was the only sound in the cabin of the Mazda. White knuckled hands gripped a black leather steering wheel, polished glossy by meticulous cleaning and the touch of rough hands. Michael glared at his driveway through the windshield, the garage door closed as always. David's little red Aveo lurked in his peripheral vision, stickers of anime characters lining the entire rear window of the hatchback, all bright hair and strange expressions. Astolfo, Luka, Felix, Bridget, Venti... The kid was a little weird, but who wasn't when they were almost twenty? Michael would have gone with Lulu and Tifa, but those were characters from a different age. The only vehicle missing was Catherine's Yukon, and that would likely never make another appearance.

One hand reluctantly released the steering wheel, reaching over to the passenger seat, sliding over the packet that contained his copies of the signed and notarized divorce papers, to the third empty fifth of Old Crow bourbon laying on the brown paper bag it came in. Michael normally stuck with high end single malt scotch, because Catherine thought paying less than a hundred dollars a bottle was low class. Today, however, Michael didn't give a shit, and the hint of paint thinner that burned all the way down was exactly what he needed. She hadn't even shown up to leave him in person, instead sending her lawyer with all the documents he needed to sign and a restraining order forbidding him from contacting her serving as a shit cherry on top of the shit sundae. The entire thing had blindsided him; Disagreements never got more heated than a spirited discussion, their private moments were somewhat frequent and passionate, albeit ever rarer as time went on, and he thought she loved him as much as he did her.

Then, suddenly, he wasn't good enough, suddenly she deserved better, suddenly it was too difficult to work things out. Suddenly she was on a flight to Dubai, leaving him with the house and everything she had left behind in exchange for a reasonable alimony. A long draw on the Old Crow accompanied that thought as he glared at the wretched McMansion that he hated, bland and identical to every other in the neighborhood. The mortgage was a ball and chain around his ankle and the fucking HOA a chastity cage that prevented him from doing anything he might actually enjoy with it. Couldn't even build a garden shed, what absolute bullshit. Catherine had also left David behind, her nineteen year old son, for whom Michael had done his best as a stepfather. The two of them had never bonded at all, somehow never finding any common ground between them, just a lot of awkward silences as David avoided him as much as he could.

Even that would be gone soon, David already set to head off to university in a month, leaving Michael alone in a house he hated. Another burn raced down his throat as he took a pull, trying to drown the pain of losing a seven year relationship with alcohol. His gaze settled on his left hand still gripping the steering wheel, and the simple band that encircled his ring finger, a core of white gold and a thin strip of yellow on each side. A trickle of anger became a river inside him, and the bottle of bourbon was stuffed into the cupholder. A tug dislodged the ring from its place, though it bound up around the joint. That just pissed Michael off further, the thought of getting some dish soap or maybe the ultraglide from his dresser drawer ignored as those were too distant. He wanted it off now; Another shove pushed it down to his hand, then a few licks provided enough saliva that it reluctantly popped off with the next pull. In a fit of pique the ring was flung into the footwell of the passenger side, bounced off the carpet then clunked off the kick panel, and vanished beneath the seat. One more swig came as he recovered the bourbon from the cupholder, now closer to half empty. Now he almost felt ready, but for once he hoped David was shut up in his room playing Warframe or jerking off to vtubers or whatever the fuck he got up to in his free time. Wasn't his business, not anymore, but he still had to explain things. Eventually.

With a sigh he opened the door of his sedan and stepped out, his head swimming as the swill hit home, then a gentle push closed it behind him. Micheal stood in the noon sun, nearly six feet tall and as fit as a thirty six year old man could expect to be with a somewhat stringently followed gym routine; Flat stomach, broad shoulders with a reasonable amount of muscle, thick arms, pronounced pecs beneath his white dress shirt. In the sun his hair was dirty blond, dark blue eyes set in a clean shaved face squinting against the glare, and he was handsome enough that at least he would find someone else when he felt up to looking again. Another sigh slipped out from between his thin lips, and he began the walk up the drive to the front door a little unsteadily.

It popped open silently, unlocked despite how often Micheal had instructed otherwise, and the inside of the house was silent and cool, the air conditioner having done its work well. Shoes were left in the entrance beside David's vans, and he drew in a breath to announce himself, but a soft moan stopped it before any words escaped. A tilt of the head accompanied a thrill of worry up his back, and Michael began to pad softly through the house, his eyes darting about to locate the source. Another breathy moan came as he approached the bedrooms, and a quick look showed David's room empty. Now there was an odd, faint buzzing that was barely audible down the hallway of open doors, followed by a quiet grunt. Michael glided over the thick carpet towards the door to his and Catherine's, now only his, bedroom, and he turned and stepped through. Michael froze in place at what he saw.

David was bent over on his knees on Michael's bed facing away from the door, little bare ass in the air, as an arm in a black fingerless glove slowly worked a large buzzing vibrator in and out of his asshole. His legs were clad in black thighhighs and spread wide enough over a spread towel, and the fingers of David's left hand were wrapped around his erect cock to tug erratically while the right drove the silicone phallus relentlessly in up to a flare at the grip that stopped it going deeper. Another moan came, only faintly muffled by the pillow the boy's chest was resting on, hot and lusty, then his right hand twisted the knob on the end of the vibrator. A squeak came as the buzz pitched up in intensity, then the pace at which David pounded the phallus in intensified.

"Please," The boy moaned, "Fuck me, I love you so much, fuck me hard..."

A strand of precum oozed from the tip of David's circumcised cock, and trembling fingers rubbed and spun around the glistening head. Michael could only watch in shock, his mouth hanging open, though part of him found the sight shockingly erotic. The way the flesh clung to the glistening vibrator as David pulled it almost entirely out, how a thick drop of lube was slowly rolling down the bare skin between his legs to full, shaved balls... Another part of him stirred to life instinctively, his pants tightening uncomfortably as his own shaft swelled. The boy, meanwhile, continued on blissfully unaware of being observed. His breathy voice took on a note of pleading in between breathy moans.

"I'm so close, keep going, I'm going to cum..." The precum was practically pouring out of the boy's twitching cock and onto the towel now, all attempts at stroking forgotten in favor of the rapid motion of the vibrator sliding in and out of his glistening asshole. A rough gasp came as David did, thick semen pouring out of the tip of his dick to pool on the receiving fabric, the arm driving the vibrator spasming jerkily along with the quivering of the boy's hips.

"Ooooh, you make me feel so good Michael..."

That hit Michael like a slap, jolting him out of the fascination he found himself in. The bottle of bourbon slipped from his fingers and thumped to the floor. At the same time he found his voice, the words coming out harsher, perhaps, than Michael intended.

"The fuck are you doing?"

David screamed, his arm tearing the vibrator out and throwing it into the corner of the room in a spasm, and for a brief moment Michel could stare into the red of David's gaping hole. Then the boy kicked forwards up the bed, flipping over as his back slammed into the headboard, then pulling his legs together protectively. Michael could still see his lingering erection pressed between slender bare thighs, which made the scene somehow more erotic still. Wide hazel eyes in a slender face framed by long, wavy brown bangs fixed on deep blue, and as Michael regarded the boy the pink of his flush face deepened to the red of shame.

"I was... uh..." The boy stammered, words failing to come, unlike certain other things. Michael grunted as he took in the flat hairless chest with a matching blush across it, little nipples ever so slightly hard. His pants remained tight, though when those scared hazel eyes flicked down the flush somehow became deeper.

"No, nevermind. It was pretty obvious what you were doing." Blue eyes flicked over to the corner and the glistening, buzzing silicone dick there. He blinked in surprise at the size of it; How had that even fit? Michael sighed as he closed his eyes, not sure where to look, though even in his mind the image of David's passions lingered. The warm buzz of the bourbon was not helping his focus either.

"Listen, everyone cranks one out every once in a while, and how you do it is your business. Just... don't do it in my bed? That's weird." The way David called out his name as he orgasmed was a topic Michael wasn't even going to bring up in favor of pretending like he hadn't heard anything.

"Oh... okay." The boy's voice was trembling, fear obvious in it. "I'm sorry. Are you... going to tell mom?"

That earned a snort from Michael, and the topic of his freshly ex-wife distracted him from the awkward situation with a flare of anger. "I ain't telling her shit, this is entirely between us."

A bit of evenness returned to the boy's voice, though embarrassment still clearly remained. "Thanks, um... dad."

Michael's eyes popped open at that, and he fixed David with his firmest look, his mouth falling open again. Then he laughed at the absurdity of it, how the first time David had ever acknowledged him as any sort of parental figure was when Michael no longer was... And while his cum was soaking into a towel at the foot of the bed. That one was getting washed separately.

"I'm not your dad, David." The boy's expression changed to one of hurt confusion, coupled with a soft "What."

"I'm not your stepdad anymore. Shit, I'm not your anything. I'm just some guy you live with until next month." Michael's tone turned bitter, continuing to talk despite the weirdness of saying it all now instead of when David was wearing pants. Once the words started they didn't want to stop, driven by simmering bile. "Your mother divorced me this morning, effective immediately. Papers are already signed, sealed, and submitted to the courthouse. We're done, and there's no going back."

His expression went darker still, his voice practically dripping with anger. "She left both of us behind, off to a new life overseas. She probably isn't coming back, and if she does I'm not welcoming her. She can be someone else's problem."

An entire gamut of expressions ran across David's pink face, starting at confusion, then horror, then realization, then... joy? No, clearly Michael misread that one thanks to being rather drunk, and more than a little aroused. That last one felt disgusting and shameful, fundamentally something a man his age shouldn't feel after catching a nineteen year old boy in a private moment. On his bed. Calling his name. Shit, now he needed a private moment of his own. Thoughts cycled in Michael's head, trying to think of what concerns David might have now to distract from that need. Ah, financials.

"Don't worry, you're still set for university. I'm not pulling the rug out from under you, you didn't do anything wrong. The money will be there for you until you graduate, and I'll keep all your stuff safe until you get an apartment." Michael paused as he looked at David, trying to keep his eyes on the boy's face instead of the gap between his shins and what lurked past them. Thin, gloved arms were still wrapped around his knees, though David's eyes were no longer wide and instead half lidded. He seemed to be biting at his lower lip, which... Were covered in thin black lipstick, now that he actually looked at them. Wow, that was not doing Michael's pants any favors.

"So..." David began as his arms dropped from his knees, which he tilted over towards the edge of the bed. Such a little shift changed his pose from being guarded to faintly seductive. A quick brush of his hand brought David's wavy ponytail over his shoulder and down onto his chest.

"You're... single now?"

Michael flinched faintly at that unexpected question. "...yes. And I'd kinda like to be alone for a while, to think things through. Head back to your room and, er, get dressed." Blue eyes flicked to the towel, then the active vibrator. "And take your things with you, please. I'd rather not touch either of them."

Hazel eyes fixed on deep blue in a face set in an unreadable expression, then David slid off the bed to stand then stretch, one arm lifted over the other; Just how slender and subtly muscled the boy was hit home in Michael, his body slightly soft, clean shaven, and feminine but with clear and obvious masculinity to it. Which was only highlighted by the taut thigh highs on firm legs, the fingerless sleeves, and the flagpole sticking straight out between his legs. The feeling in Michael's chest was complicated and a little dark, thoughts he'd never had before crawling up from the depths of his mind. Instead of acting on them he stepped aside out of the doorway, giving David a clear path out. The boy moved in response, but not to collect his soiled towel and magic wand.

No, David walked straight into Michael, his arms wrapping around the older, larger man's neck as he stood on his toes for a little bit more height. The boy pressed his lips against Michael's in a heavy kiss, David's tongue dancing into Michael's mouth. A hammering heartbeat could be felt as they touched chest to chest, and the heat of David's cock pressing up into Michael's balls through his slacks was no less noticeable. Eventually the boy relented, letting the both of them breathe, though as Michael caught his breath slender hands began to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Though they sought the boy's shoulders somehow they found his waist, pushing him gently away even as his well muscled chest was slowly bared.

"What are you doing?" The question came again, not much less rhetorical than the first time.

"Making my move." Answered David in a breathy whisper, a fresh flush spreading across his cheeks as he smiled up at Michael wickedly. The last button parted, soft hands running all the way down Michael's abs in a way that left the man feeling breathless. Questing fingers undid his belt then the button of his slacks followed by the zipper, then they pushed Michael's slacks down until they fell around his ankles. Little Michael, which was plenty large at eight inches, sprung free like a trebuchet. A soft gasp followed by a little giggle answered that damnable enthusiasm.

"What? No, stop! Why are you?" Words were hard at the moment, though his shaft was much harder. Despite how much he wished it wasn't.

"You always told me a man shouldn't hesitate, that they should act to get what they want when it's in sight instead of waiting for it to come to them." David dropped to his knees before Michael, looking up into his eyes mere inches from the wet tip of that degenerate member. "And this is what I want, what I've wanted for so long, and this is the moment when it's within my reach."

"But..."

"I wasn't calling out for any other Michael but you."

Oh, shit. Maybe it was all the alcohol burning in him, or maybe it was the need to find any way to soothe the hurt inside him, or maybe even that some dark and awful part of him that he hadn't known existed was waking up. Whatever it was, Michael desperately wanted to say no, but he just as desperately wanted to say yes. His trembling hand made the decision for him as it cupped David's cheek then traced his cheekbone forwards, his thumb brushing over glossy parted lips that closed over it and sucked for the briefest of moments. Michael's cock twitched at the sensation, and he sighed softly as he pulled his hand away.

Soft, wet warmth enveloped Michael's head as David slid him into an eager mouth, the boy's tongue rubbing along his length as he was penetrated all the way to the throat. Michael felt David's throat flutter, then the boy pulled his head back slowly until the tip of the man's now glistering cock rested on his pursed lips. A pink slip of tongue darted out to dance around the flare of his head teasingly, then David opened his mouth all the way so Michael could see his shaft slide over the tongue as well as feel it. Painted lips closed around it nearly at the base, then David began to suck. His cheeks hollowed as they collapsed around his shaft, the slick flesh enveloping all of Michael, and ever so slowly the boy rocked back and forth. With every motion the angle changed ever so slightly, every inch of Michael's rod being licked and suckled. A groan escaped his lips as the pressure built in him, his shaft even harder than it had been when he watched David pleasure himself. The boy was far better at this than he should be. The eagerness burning in those hazel eyes, still locked on his, as well as the glimpses of pale bare flesh beyond, excited him to his limits.

"Stop, I'm going to cu-"

David did not stop; The boy grabbed Michael's hips and rocked faster, each push slamming his cock into the back of the boy's throat. This time it was Michael who let out the hot moan, which became a gasp as David leaned forwards, tilted his head back, and let the tip slide down into his throat as his lips pressed into Michael's clipped mane. How that throat felt, quivering and pulsing against his most sensitive spot, was too much; Michael came with a hoarse cry, his balls clenching as he shot his entire load into David. Slowly, reluctantly, the boy leaned back while sucking the entire time, his tongue rolling around Michael's tip as it passed. That earned him one last spurt into the boy's mouth, the pleasure of it almost painful as Michael spent his last drops. Those dark lips remained open, a deep blush across David's cheeks as he showed the man the pool of pearl on his tongue. Slowly and with clear relish the boy closed his mouth and swallowed, his eyes still locked on Michael's.

After that he should feel sated, but a desire for more still burned in the man. Things had already gone farther than they ever should have, so why stop now, why stop here? His dick agreed, stubbornly hanging on at half mast. How David's own cock stood between his kneeling legs, rock hard and trailing a thin strand down onto the carpet, implied those were shared feelings between the two of them. Still, Michael might be at least two sheets to the wind and making all the wrong decisions, but...

"Do you wanna, y'know..." He waved his hand at the bed vaguely, leaving the implications of that hanging in the air. David bounced to his feet eagerly, the motion matched by the bob of his erection. Michael couldn't help but watch that particular detail, the wind returning to his sail at gale force.

"Yesssss!" That came out as a squeak, and gloved fingers intertwined in front of his bare chest in embarrassment. "I want it. So much."

Such eagerness was all it took to restore Michael fully, and on a whim he ran his fingers into David's long, wavy brown hair. He clenched it and pulled back, just hard enough to tilt David's head back, and as the boy's eyes went wide Michael kissed him hard and deep. The faint taste of himself on David's lips... Well, it wasn't the first time, and now it only made Michael harder. He slid his left hand down David's side, feeling his ribs and the tremble of abdominal muscle at his touch, then slid around to cup a small but firm buttcheek. Fingertips dug into yielding flesh as he squeezed, the flesh slick with lube in the cleft between, and the little moan David gave into Michael's mouth as their chests pressed together was the last straw to get him all the way ready to go again.