Chapter 21

Giovanni's kiss on Aaron's lips was gentle yet passionate, his lips pressing against his with infinite tenderness. Giovanni felt his heart racing, an intense warmth washing over his entire being. His hands rested on Aaron's hips as he let himself be carried away by the intoxicating sensation of their lips caressing each other.

Aaron, bewildered by this sudden surge of electricity, pushed Giovanni away with force, almost violently, trying to regain his composure, feeling a mix of different emotions, including embarrassment, surprise, shame, and anger. All boiling inside him. He resisted the urge to strike him. Wiping his lips, with a voice filled with anger, he asked Giovanni, "What do you think you're doing?"

But Giovanni remained silent, placing his left hand on his own lips and caressing them while staring intensely at Aaron, still unsettled by the desire that consumed him, revealing his intense attraction. Aaron's warmth still reverberated in Giovanni, sending shivers of desire and pleasure through him. All his senses were on high alert, captivated by the mere memory of the sweet taste of the lips he had just touched, a kiss he wished he could prolong forever.

"You know what I want, Aaron," murmured Giovanni in a voice filled with desire.

Aaron could see in Giovanni's burning gaze a passion so intense that it made him shiver. His eyes were filled with a dark glint, like those of a predator ready to pounce on its prey. Aaron knew that a simple word from him, a word giving the green light to be kissed, would be enough to prompt Giovanni into action. Despite the fear that gripped him, he ardently desired to taste that dark chocolate flavor in his mouth again, both bitter and sweet. It was a moment of newness for him, the first time he kissed a man, and even simply another human being.

He longed to feel Giovanni's lips against his own once more, but he didn't know how to provoke him into such action. Though his actions were impulsive and daring, Aaron wanted to experience that intoxicating sensation again.

As Giovanni looked at Aaron inches away from him, he knew that after kissing Aaron without his consent, he had nothing to lose. He approached slowly, Aaron remaining motionless, waiting for his approach.

Giovanni placed his hand on Aaron's immaculate neck, and upon contact, his skin turned red, contrasting with its softness and whiteness. He gently caressed the flushed area, planted a kiss, and asked Aaron, "May I kiss you?"

"Yes," Aaron replied, staring straight into Giovanni's eyes.

These simple words acted as a spell on Giovanni. He dove onto Aaron's lips, kissing him softly at first before becoming more passionate, his tongue exploring every crevice. His hands rested on Aaron's cheeks, holding him firmly as he kissed him fervently. Giovanni seemed to devour his lips, not wanting to let go for fear that Aaron might change his mind.

He lifted Aaron, placing his legs around his waist. Carrying him to the shower, Giovanni began unbuttoning Aaron's shirt one button at a time. He turned on the water in the bathtub, but Aaron suddenly pushed him away, pressing him against the wall and interrupting their kiss.

"Sorry," Aaron apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted..."

He didn't seem to care that he had been pushed against the wall. He approached Giovanni again, caressing his eyes, then his cheeks, and finally his ears. He seemed about to kiss him again, bringing his face closer and closer. But Aaron pushed him away, placing his hand over Giovanni's mouth, who began sucking on his fingers.

"I need to shower. Get out," he said.

"Don't say that, please. It would be torture. I beg you," he pleaded.

Aaron was firm: it was a no, and Giovanni had to leave, even as he gave him a puppy dog look.

"I'll be as quiet as a tomb. I just want to admire your body."

"That's not going to happen. Get out," Aaron ordered, and Giovanni left.

Aaron locked himself under the warmth of the shower, leaving Giovanni impatient behind the door. Giovanni, hands on the door, head against it, moaned with desire listening to the water running over Aaron's skin. He wished he could be the water caressing him, getting lost on him.

As time passed, Giovanni's patience wore thin. He burned with desire, ready to do anything to be with his man. Yes, "his" man. In his mind, Aaron was already his. He sat softly against the door, calling Aaron again and again, his voice hoarse with desire and supplication. "Aaron. Aaron. Aaron..." Endless repetitions. "Please, come out." And finally, the door opened.