£6,500.
“We should count the paper sheets every morning, Boris. That's the only way we can be sure he throws nothing to the garbage can.”
“Constantin, those drawings were meant to go into the rubbish bin. Those were only sketches.”
“Guntram, let's not discuss your appraisal abilities or we will argue,” Repin said in a half joking, half serious voice. “We should go to sleep now, it's getting late and we have to work tomorrow.” He finished the conversation rising from his seat and pulling Guntram along by his hand.
Guntram was very shocked when Constantin laced his arm around his waist and pulled him against his chest, kissing his neck. He blushed for that display of affection in front of another man, expecting his contempt, but Malchenko only smiled.
In the corridor and when his cousin disappeared into his own bedroom, Constantin renewed his kisses over Guntram's lips, more feverishly than before “My bed or yours?” He whispered to the dazed boy. “Yours.” “Good choice.”
The master bedroom was bigger than his own and the bed—much to Guntram's chagrin—seemed to be large enough to fit four or five people and had a big balcony over the garden. The boy's jacket was thrown in a heap over a corner while the Russian continued to ravish his angel, fighting against his tie and shirt. “Stop, Constantin, you're either going to strangle me or destroy it,” Guntram said raggedly as he removed the man's jacket more delicately.
“I'm dying for you,” he whispered, taking the boy's head with his hands, getting lost in his blue eyes and soft and timid smile.
“I do want you, my friend,” Guntram decided and kissed the man back.
Their clothes were quickly discarded while Constantin kissed and nibbled every inch of Guntram's skin, marvelling at its softness.
The man groaned in pleasure when the boy started to firmly suck the tip of his member exactly as he had taught him during his two days stay in Buenos Aires while his fingers delicately fondled with his sac. Slowly, he was becoming bolder and taking more in. For the man, the feeling was maddening as the boy was changing his rhythm several times, increasing his pleasure every time he stopped for a second and renewed his ministrations more enthusiastically than before. To feel his soft lips against the base of his member or his tongue licking his shaft was a hard test to his self control because he felt like a teenager in love. His climax blinded him and he profusely emptied himself in his angel's mouth.
Guntram took advantage of Constantin's fleeting dizziness to clean his mouth with a paper tissue and wash his mouth in the bathroom, returning to the bed as fast as he could.
Constantin’s anger threatened to burst in flames, but his brain reminded him that Guntram was very new to such things and he had swallowed the other times they had been together. He should tell it very clear to the boy that he was not supposed to spit his liqueur like a cheap street whore. 'He can forget to get something from me tonight, but let's clear up some things first,' he thought angrily.
“Angel, don't you like to do this?” The man said very softly while he stood from the bed and removed the covers to go inside them.
“Did I do it wrong? I'm sorry, I did my best to please you, Constantin,” he replied looking truly sad and his own member hiding between his legs.
“Maybe it's because you don't know it. Get inside, it's cold.”
“I have no pyjamas.”
“There should be one under one of the pillows.” Good, the boy had understood he had done something wrong and was not expecting to get anything more from him as punishment. He observed as Guntram quickly dressed himself with the ivory white pyjamas. 'Massaiev overdid it this time, he's a virgin, but so much symbolism is a little too much for my taste. Light blue, grey, beige or red are the best for him.'
Once redressed, Guntram stood undecided in front of the big bed, waiting for Constantin to tell him where to go. The man took the right side and patted lightly on the left side and Guntram jumped in, deeply burying himself under the thick brocade and silk covers.
“I'm sorry if I did something wrong, Constantin. I told you I was going to be a huge disappointment for you,” Guntram intoned with a broken voice.
“My angel, it's not exactly bad what you did; just insulting.”
“I never meant to insult you! I swear it! You're so kind to me!”
“Guntram, if you are in a stable relationship with another man and have oral sex you should swallow his seed. If you spit it, it's an insult to him. Only whores do that. Or people who do not trust each other. I have no disease at all, my love and I would never risk your health as you're precious to me.” He explained, deciding to go for the “soft and kind” version of scold—and the one that had worked best with his angel; shouting only made him afraid or stubborn like a little mule—mixed with some “parental concern” tone.
“I didn't know it, I'm so sorry I ruined it for you. I wanted to do my best for you,” Guntram quickly excused himself.
“Why did you do it? Before you were swallowing without problems.” Constantin was pleased by his reaction and pulled his angel against his chest to pet his dark blond head.
“Federico gave me this article from a magazine about the increase in esophagus cancer cases due to performing oral sex and swallowing sperm. There are bacteria that provoke small tumours,” Guntram explained very seriously. “He says we should use a condom when we do it or I should not swallow at all.”
Constantin's fury threatened to erupt and hurt his angel in a way that would only ruin things for him. He took several deep breaths while his mind played different scenarios of what he could do to that impudent brat who had refused to introduce him to his angel and now was doing everything he could to spoil his fun. The tapes from the previous night fight between the boys had been a test for his patience and Mikhail had had clear orders to bring the boy willingly or kidnap him and bring him by ship to Europe. That brat had called his angel many things and told him dreadful words just to prevent him from taking that plane. Had it not been for that silly old neighbour, Guntram would have rebelled against him in the most stupid way.
“Angel, if that were the case, half of the world population would be infected. That's only a lie! Which University made the study? Who were the case subjects? Where did they perform it? How did they isolate the other variables? A non specialized magazine article? Please! I studied Chemistry for seven years at the Moscow University when it was one of the leading universities in its field. I studied Civil Engineering too, at the same place. In parallel. I saw many times what these popular articles do to real scientific research. Who knows if that was the original conclusion of the study.”
“Constantin, I—”
“Hush, my angel, don't think about it any more. Just check better beforehand your sources.” He quieted the boy placing his fingers over his lips. The soft kisses Guntram placed over his palm melted his cold fury while he focused on the boy's pliant eyes. He pulled Guntram closer and felt his small hands grab his pyjama top and press his forehead against his chest.
“You must be thinking that I'm a real dork.”
“Never my angel; you're just very young and inexperienced. You have to trust me and I will look after you.”
“Can you forgive me? I never wanted to be rude to you.”
“Of course, but next time, ask me or Mikhail about such matters, Guntram.”
“All right.”
“Don't ever do this again, dear.”
The morning sunlight awoke Constantin to find Guntram deeply asleep in the crook of his arms. 'He can certainly sleep fast,' he remembered as his angel had only snuggled against him and simply fell asleep after their talk. 'It's strange, he's so full of life and willing to do many things and suddenly, he collapses and needs to rest. Why is he always so tired after the minimum stressful situation? He's so beautiful. Just exquisite.”
Determined to avoid wasting more time in his musings, Constantin removed the bed covers and his own clothes, doing his best to suppress his chuckles when the youth slig
htly complained in his dreams at the loss of warmth. He opened his trousers and took the boy's member in his mouth.
Guntram nearly jumped to the ceiling when he was awakened by someone touching his private parts. He relaxed a little when he saw it was Constantin—'who else?' he briefly thought—and decided to let the man do as he wanted and enjoy the feeling. Without realising what he was doing, his hand caressed the black haired head and slightly raised his hips to give his lover a better leverage.
The boy closed his eyes to get lost in sexual bliss, relaxing himself achieving his release too soon for his liking.
Constantin knew that his angel couldn't be more relaxed and satisfied than at his point and decided to take him fully, tired of his constants delays and unreasonable fears. 'Let's do it before all his friends come to stuck up their noses and I have to cut some.' he thought while he left the bed to look for some jojoba based lube and a panthenol spray just to make the skin and tissue more elastic. 'He could be so nervous that not even nine hours or foreplay could calm him down.
“What the hell is that?” Guntram asked with wide open eyes when he saw the two small black items in Constantin's hand.
“Something to make us feel great when we have sex,” Constantin clarified.
“That's…”
“It's a jojoba and silicone based lubricant and a panthenol spray to relax your sphincter. We can try them and if you feel bad or uncomfortable, we stop. Don't you want to prove your love to me Guntram?” He added the last question with a hurt look dangling from his eyes, secretly enjoying when the boy looked pained at his words. 'He’s crystal.'
“I'm not sure…”
“Have I ever hurt you?”
“Never.”
“Then, you should trust me in this too. You know I want only the best for you,” Constantin whispered and started to peck his love's lips, enjoying you the boy seemed to literally melt under his touches.
Guntram did his best to relax and shut up his brain—screaming against what was going to occur—he blindly returned the kisses and only held stronger to Constantin's neck when he felt something cold in his anus. Seeing that the boy was not opposing—although keeping his wonderful blue eyes shut was very disappointing for him—
Constantin spread some of the lubricant over his own member and in his fingers, waiting some moments for the spray to become effective. He applied the lube and started to massage the boy, delighted to confirm that he was truly untouched as the entrance was truly narrow.
Hearing the boy purr like a cat nearly threw him out of his senses but he controlled his libido once more and continued to massage till the boy moaned showing him that he was willing to continue. He knelt down in front of the boy, lying on pillows, and placed his hips over his thighs as he spread his legs wide. Holding his member with his right hand and the soft hip with the other, he thrusted himself inside the boy with all the force the could, making him yell in pain at the brutal intrusion. 'He has to understand that he's mine,' he briefly thought before his hands secured the arms of the boy, throwing all his weight over them to secure his mount as he felt how Guntram arched his back in a futile attempt to escape.
The pain was insupportable no matter if Constantin was doing his best to calm him down with his kisses all over his face, not moving an inch after he had buried himself inside him. “Don't focus on the pain, it will be gone soon, try to relax my love,” Guntram could heard the voice in his ear but the urge to get away from the pain was stronger than reason. He felt something cold and wet running down his cheek.
“Angel, it always hurts the first time,” Constantin comforted him again, releasing one of his arms as the boy was not rebelling and doing his best to control his pain and obey him. He caressed gently the boy's face and slowly started to move, trying to make him enjoy it too. Being inside him was an incredible feeling as he felt trapped, constricted, touching the silkiest skin he had ever seen, with the most breathtaking person he had ever met. Guntram was indeed all what he had desired in his life. 'He's perfect for me.'
Some minutes later, Guntram's pain started to fade, but the sensation was not so incredible as it was supposed to be. He took the man's face and pulled it against him to kiss him, looking for comfort and warmth. He relaxed as much as he could and let his older lover take over the situation. The pain slowly dissolved with the moves and Guntram renewed his kisses on him as Constantin seemed to be enormously enjoying what they were doing. The final ecstatic groan and the hot liquid he felt flooding him, made him realise that it was over.
“Are you all right, my angel?” Constantin sounded very concerned as he kissed the boy's hands, trying to keep him as close to his body as he could as he could feel the need to escape in him.
“It still hurts.” Guntram confessed and abandoned the fight to disentangle himself from Constantin because he was exerting a strong hold on his waist.
“It's uncomfortable at the beginning, but it will improve with the days. You were incredible for me, angel. How could you ever think that I could be disappointed with you?”
“I don't know, Constantin.” Guntram mumbled, feeling completely drained.
“You're very nervous and tired, my little one. Let's sleep a little longer and then, we'll see.” Constantin's arms cuddled the uncertain boy and his soft petting, lulled him to sleep.
The second time they tried, it wasn't so bad for Guntram as he knew what was expected from him and could relax more and enjoy his lover's ministrations and return his kisses more truthfully than in their previous exercise. This time, Constantin took much longer in the foreplay, stretching him more as he was not so lust driven as he had been in the early morning.
Guntram only whimpered when he was penetrated, this time lying on his side while Constantin was fondling his manhood with achieved expertise. He focused on the pleasure he was receiving, ignoring the initial pain, and suddenly the pain transformed itself into hot pleasure waves when the man hit a special spot inside him. He arched his back and groaned, showing Constantin that he had finally gotten the boy where he wanted and he kept hitting that part, till he felt him on the brink of his climax. The man withdrew only a little to change the angle and Guntram had his release in unison with him.
Constantin smiled knowingly as he kissed the forehead of the panting boy, still trying to recover his breath and overcome the dizziness hammering his head, incredulous that such pleasure could exist.
“I told you it would be much better, once you could let yourself go,” the Russian chuckled.
“It's amazing.”
“Thank you. You're incredible yourself. Taking you is almost a mystical experience. Say that you will stay with me.”
“As long as you want me, as we said.”
“After these two times? We'd better start to look for an old people's home that would take us both together.” Constantin laughed and become serious and kissed Guntram on the lips. “Forever.”
Guntram was lost. Had Constantin not told him that he only wanted an affair with him? From where was all this coming from? No, it was the typical “post coital expansion” as George had called it; don't believe a word of it, just be nice and polite, and he preferred to only smile shyly, hoping that it would be enough for the man and he could go back to sleep. He had never been so tired in his life.
“Guntram, you'd better leave this bed if you want to see a little of London. It's 3:00 in the afternoon. You have missed breakfast and lunch. I'll give you tea at 4:00.” A fully dressed Constantin shook him awake. 'Strange indeed how tired he was after sex, normally young ones start to run around and want more till you kick them out. He slept five hours after the second time!' “So late? Mikhail Petrovich will kill me. I asked him to go to the National Portrait Gallery today.”
“Don't worry about him. He must have found something to do. You can go tomorrow. Get ready and you can have tea with me. Ask him to take you to a book store. There are very good ones. See if there's something you like.”
“I don't want to leave you alone,�
�� Guntram blurted out, much to Constantin's amusement. “Lord, it's like you said. Not even twenty-four hours and I'm clinging to your neck. Don't pay attention, please.” He corrected himself, upset at his own weakness.
“I'm not going to be alone, angel. I have a date with a blonde, hot blooded German at 5:30.”
“Ah,” Guntram said sounding terribly devastated. 'Don't complain, he told you in advance.'
“He's after my money.” Constantin shrugged, secretly pleased at how Guntram was doing his best to hide his deep sorrowful expression. 'He's adorable.'
“I'll go now, Constantin.”
“Guntram, I should be very drunk before I touch a single hair from him. He's a mean man and my accountant, although he prefers to be called a banker. Besides, he's Swiss; they train to be boring or ‘reliable’ as they say.” Constantin laughed. “I'm afraid, I won't be able to see you till dinner time, at 9:00. He can be very dense and probably wants to speak about Argentina. Oblomov told me he was on the brink of a nervous breakdown last night.”
“Something new?”
“The president escaped in a chopper and the Congress is looking for a replacement as there's no available Vice President. There's a strong rumour that they will declare a full default and there's a devaluation in process. The new government will take over the people's savings in dollars and transform them into pesos. Lintorff used several of my planes to smuggle money out of the country in containers to Uruguay and Brazil. He needs my services and I need his financial advice. I think he also helped some locals, for a fee, of course. Once the debâcle is unleashed, he and his friends will come back to buy everything they want for a more than reasonable price. Don't look so shocked. That's how things are done these days. Argentina had a very weak government and a feeble international position, so they were the latest dish on the table. Who knows whose next. I'll ask Lintorff.”
“This is criminal! How can you be so calm about it?”
“Because I did nothing. That's their doing.”
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