Lips Are Silent - 2

Observed or not, and whatever the warning given, Zoltan pulled Alexander toward him.
Alexander nibbled lightly on Zoltan’s musty-smelling combinations as he stripped back his uniform jacket. Before he bent fully at the knees to work on his cock, Alexander bit across Zoltan’s belly and over the engorged swelling in his trousers. Mainly because he knew it drove Zoltan crazy, but also because Alexander loved the way his lover’s body smelled.
Zoltan rubbed up against Alexander’s face, drawing out sweet little animal noises that made him rub even more.

Silently, but with a trembling excitement, Alexander unbuttoned Zoltan’s pants and pealed open the window flap of his underwear to free his cock. He kissed the tip of Zoltan’s knob, licking the tiniest drop of precum that oozed out of the slit, then he covered the whole knob with his lips. Releasing it with a smack, he whispered, ‘ Nice!’

As slowly as possible, Zoltan began to press his cock into Alexander’s mouth. Sliding all that could be taken right to the back of his throat, he pressed until Alexander’s lips were almost kissing his dark pubes.
Alexander set to work sucking on Zoltan’s cock, rocking back and forth with a saliva soaked pitch.

Zoltan roared out loud. His whole body shook. Quickly he withdrew his shaft, and just as quickly rammed it back in. He cried out once more, almost like a lad being teased.
‘Strip and lift your leg up for me,’ Alexander instructed between gasps for breath. Zoltan grinned, guessing what was to follow. Alexander lowered his head between Zoltan’s naked thighs, and back toward his ass cheeks, there Zoltan’s fine, tight-puckered asshole revealed itself to him.

Alexander wriggled out off his clothes then snuggled back inbetween Zoltan’s ass cheeks to kiss the sweet purple lips of his hole. Alexander licked at the wrinkles, making Zoltan writhe, then he worked back along his crack to lick his balls. The space right between his balls and his asshole had a stunningly clean, hot sweatiness that prompted Alexander to offer even greater attention.
‘Lick my ass,’ Zoltan sighed.

Alexander touched Zoltan’s quivering cunt with one finger, then he alternated this with the tip of his tongue. Smearing spit over his middle finger he eased open Zoltan’s hole. Using yet more spit for lube Alexander probed Zoltan’s asshole first with his index finger and again with his index and middle finger combinbed.

Zoltan clenched his ass around Alexander’s fingers, not quite trapping them there. As Aexander slowly licked up and down his crack, between probing and licking, he found Zoltan relaxed more. His little asshole moistened, it opened up. Zoltan’s hole relaxed enough for Alexander to slide two fingers in and out. Alexander licked and spat and sounded Zoltan’s asshole, driving him to savage grunts. Eventually it make his entire body shudder.

Doors opened and a rumpus of banging feet charged along the corridor then came back amid yelps. Opposite Alexander’s room a door opened with a jolt. Laughter peeled out and foul mouthed taunts poured out with it. Almost immediately the tinny crank of a phonograph being wound up was heard, released, and let loose its flow of shellac-recorded music.

Zoltan drew away from Alexander, neither to leave him nor to end their fun, but to press down on him. He pinned Alexander’s shoulders to the floor, rubbed his hips over his belly and then lowered himself down to hover above him. Zoltan worked his knees between Alexander’s thighs, to press them open and allow him to stretch his legs down between them. Planting kisses on Alexander, he worked his way along Alexander’s body from his face to his golden groin. Then, with a light pressure applied to Alexander’s hips, Zoltan encouraged him to roll over.

Alexander rolled onto his stomach, and lifted his hips, so that his butt rose to meet Zoltan’s face. Allowing Zoltan to dig fiercely into his ass cheeks, Alexander reached back to pull his buns apart. Feeling the trickle of Zoltan’s spittle all over his butt crack, Alexander wriggled. He relaxed his tight cunt as far apart as he could, and Zoltan drove his fingers in slow series into his hole.
‘Tight,’ Zoltan mumbled, burying his face back in Alexander’s ass.

Alexander howled in pleasure as Zoltan felt around the constricting walls of Alexander’s ring with his tongue.“Zoltan, fuck me,’ he moaned, looking back to catch Zoltan’s eye. His asshole already moist with Zoltan’s spit, was ready and waiting for him.

All Zoltan had to do was ease up toward Alexander’s hole and drive home. It took Zoltan a few moments to zero in on the target, then press against Alexander’s hole. It was smaller than a one heller coin and with the massive head of his cock up against it seemed impossibly tight.

Once Zoltan began to squeeze in, Alexander groaned. Pulling back to add more spit, Zoltan shoved his dick head in swiftly. Alexander’s cry made him stop, but the pull of Alexander’s hands at Zoltan’s hips encouraged him push in further. He slid only about half of his ten-inch shaft into Alexander before he stopped once more.
Alexander had yelled out, ‘Fuck!’
But a few seconds later all of Zoltan’s cock was inside of him. The warm, smooth tight grip inside Alexander enfolding him. He pulled out a little to add yet more spittle and with it the sweat weeping from his brow. Slowly he drove back in, and gently, even so Alexander released barely muffled cries.
‘More!’ Alexander muttered, when he could finally speak.
Zoltan obeyed his demand and started to fuck him deeper and harder than before.

The sound of their bodies slapping, moist, against each other, together with the roughness of their breathing and the sound of their intimate groans occupied all of Alexander’s small bedroom.
Zoltan slid in and out of Alexander’s tight ass ever faster, at times almost violently.

Alexander rocked against the foot of his bed, grapsing at his sheets. The bedstead squeaked and he almost sobbed with it. Both Zoltan and Alexander moaned, completely oblivious to the fact that others could hear them through the paper thin walls.

The rest of the corridor, indeed the rest of the palace, seemed to go on merrily ignoring that one tiny room. Only the slight intrusion of a creaking floor board next to Alexander’s door could disturb them into a hushed silence. If they could hear it, then whoever was out there would also hear them. But its importance passed with the creak of the solitary footsteps. They were so in the moment that it didn’t seem to matter.

Zoltan relaxed effortlessly out of Alexander’s hole, saying ‘Turn round, I want to kiss you.’
‘I’m really close,’ Alexander told Zoltan as he slid over on his back. He opened his legs and his arms to receive him with a hugging embrace.
Zoltan buried his tongue in Alexander’s mouth for a breath-stealing kiss. Jerking wildly at his cock’s long thick shaft, Zoltan hunched down. First to nibble at Alexander’s nipples and then to lick at the ooze pooling from Alexander’s twitching dick.

‘Please!’ Alexander lifted Zoltan’s head away from his groin, ‘I want you back.’
Zoltan understood what Alexander meant. He drew Alexander’s legs up, resting knees on shoulders, and he levered himself above him. In the dim light of the bedroom, Zoltan watched his cock go in and out of Alexander’s ass, inch by inch, until everything became just a blur to him.

Alexander laid light strokes on his own dick. Rubbing it against the sticky pool on his belly, he cried out, ‘Fuck me!’
Zoltan was really close to shooting his load too, his breathing had become irratic, his thighs trembling. ‘I can’t hold it much longer,’ Zoltan sighed, bending to kiss Alexander’s ear.
Zoltan was preparing to pull out once more, but Alexander stopped him, saying ‘I want you to cum in me, Zolte.’
It was shocking and yet exciting for Zoltan to hear Alexander say it out like that. ‘You sure?’ Zoltan asked in a whisper.
‘Do it!’ Alexander ordered.

Zoltan gave him half a dozen more very long, slow thrusts.
Alexander clenched his teeth around the knuckles of one hand, and gave himself up to the sensation of Zoltan sliding deep inside his asshole, feeling his cock swell up even more inside him. With a half-suppressed yell Alexander exploded as he wanked his dick. Spunk spewed everywhere, up across his chest, and flying over his head.
Splattering drafts of Alexander’s seed smacked against Zoltan, as he too cried out, busting his nuts' load deep up Alexander’s ass.

A shiver overcame both Zoltan and Alexander before Zoltan collapsed onto Alexander’s chest. The aching creak of floorboards again broke into the room, magnified by the weight of fleeting silence.
Alexander pressed a finger to Zoltan’s lips as a knock came at the door. ‘Are you awake?’ a soft voice almost sobbed.
‘Horath!’ Another louder, hoarse voice shouted then called out, ‘He’s out here, lads!’
‘We need a good cock sucker in here!’ A third voice barked from the room opposite.

The phonograph cranked up and the whole atmosphere filled with the ghostly appeal of its very modern magic as a familiar tune from The Merry Widow drifted carelessly by.
Holding Alexander close in beside him, Zoltan sang with the lyrics in low soft tones:
‘Lips are silent, t’ violin sighs,
Love me!
Ev’ry move says, please will you,
Love me!’
Alexander laughed, then sang back to Zoltan as he climbed on top of him:
‘And though the mouth speaks not a word,
It sounds away and always:
I love you so, I love you!’