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- Really? - Smoke exclaimed with obvious surprise in his voice. - You really want me to be in your movie?
The gray eyes with a hint of blue stared at Cage with rapt attention, astonished by their depth and beauty. Tomasz's eyebrows crept upward as the man nodded affirmatively, watching the boy's obvious reaction. Tomasz's lips, previously stretched in an uncertain smile, now opened, allowing the actor to see a row of even teeth before Vrbada scattered his thanks. His body, hitherto tentatively clenched, finally relaxed. Tomas looked like a loyal puppy, Cage noted, and when praised or petted, he immediately surrendered to his "master," showing his joy and obedience. Johnny had no doubt that if Vrbad had ears and a tail, he would have wagged them nonstop.
Cage jerked slightly when he felt the light, casual touch of Smoke's hot skin on the back of his hand. He snapped out of his trance, his dark lashes fluttering, trying to absorb the chatter he'd missed from Tomasz while thinking about the boy himself.
- I just wanted to clarify, it's going to take days to shoot, and since it's not going to be on Shirai Ryu territory, where am I going to sleep?
Cage grinned to himself, amazed at Vrbad's modesty and naiveté, noting his lack of knowledge of the modern world, but aloud he had a ready answer:
- You'll stay with me.
- Really?
Another thing Johnny noticed about the boy was his sincerity. Whenever Cage said something ordinary to himself, Tomas always reacted sincerely, whether he was surprised, delighted, or furious. Now as the actor had pointed out, Tomasz was experiencing the second of the list.
- That would be nice, Kenshi said, you have a beautiful, albeit pretentious house.
- That blind FBI guy just has no taste. - Joni waved him off.
Tomasz shifted his gaze to the actor and Cage mentally slapped himself. That puppy dog look would drive him crazy.
Tomasz twisted his head around admiringly but more discreetly as he surveyed the actor's immodest abode. He slung a small camping bag from his shoulder and placed it on the couch at Cage's direction.
- What do you think of my apartment, Smokey? - Kage asked, squinting slightly, noticing Tomasz's slight embarrassment at the nickname.
- It's very beautiful and unusual. I've never seen such an arrangement of furniture, and many things seem unfamiliar to me." Smoke looked at the vacuum cleaner and the coffee machine with interest, not even realizing their real purpose.
- It's all right, you'll get the hang of it. - Johnny replied, patting the boy on the shoulder. - The tour isn't over, you haven't seen the second floor or your room yet. - Winking at Tomasz, Cage said, leading Vrbad behind him.
For the first few days Tomasz was getting acquainted with Cage's large penthouse, he asked Johnny about the purpose of certain things, learned to use some of them and in all this mess lost the essence of his stay here, until on the third day he saw the actor's laptop on the table in the living room.
Tomasz usually called out to Johnny immediately when he saw an object that looked suspicious to him, but this time he didn't even think about it when he noticed the word "Script" on the glowing screen. Remembering the purpose of his visit to the actor's house, a strong interest flared up inside Tomasz as to what Johnny might have in store for him.
The boy began to quickly read the black letters of the vordov document and the more he read, the redder his perpetually pale face became. Vrbada reached the place where there were no more letters and looked at the blinking dash with a surprised look.
After reading that, Tomasz wanted to rush into the bathtub and get some privacy with his hand, because what was written on the screen was both vulgar and tender. Tomasz looked up to the word "Script" again to make sure of his own vision, but what he saw just below that caption shocked him, causing his cock to twitch painfully in the homemade pants Cage had graciously lent him. Under the word "Screenplay," the guy saw the cast list, and it was just him and Cage.
Tomasz started to rise from the couch, but a firm palm rested on his shoulder, lowering him to the couch. A hot whisper burned his ear when he heard a familiar voice with a husky tone:
- So, did you like the script? Or would you like to add something of your own to it?
- I....
Tomasz's voice trailed off and he barely got a single letter out of his mouth, feeling ashamed that he had been spotted reading something he was incredibly excited about.
- You can tell me your preferences, that way, our home movie will be more interesting and enjoyable for both of us.
Dry lips touched his sensitive spot behind his ear and Tomasz swam, but decided to go all the way.
- We could add temperature games... I always liked it when Bi Han froze my hands and Kuai Liang warmed them with pyromancy.....
Tomasz leaned back on the back of the couch. The move had been made. He knew that many people compared him to a puppy or a sheep and it pissed Vrbad off terribly. He's a warrior, a hunter, a wolf at worst.
- Mmm...interesting. - Cage rested his chin on Tomasz's shoulder, still standing behind him behind the couch. - Fire or ice? - Kage whispered, clinging to the boy's hair, turning his face toward his for a kiss. He carefully dabs his lips along his chin, along the line of his handsome cheekbones, and kisses assertively and burningly against his lips. Tomasz is a smart kid, accepts the kiss without unnecessary resistance, opens his mouth obediently, but clenches his teeth dangerously. Johnny sees the white lashes quivering, the thin silver eyebrows drawn down to the bridge of his nose, notices the dangerously clenched fists, and Cage realizes that the kid won't let him relax completely, but the challenge only makes the actor more passionate.
- I don't like the cold. - Smoke whispered, gasping from a series of searing kisses.
- I hear you, Smoke. - The man growled softly, biting the boy's lower lip, who was beginning to turn into a shapeless mass under his touch. - Go clean yourself up in the bathroom, and I'll get everything ready for our shoot.
Tomas nodded absent-mindedly, watching the actor's figure moving away. When Cage disappeared up the stairs leading to the second floor, Tomasz went into the bathtub with trepidation and anticipation in his whole body. The thought of giving himself completely to the actor was too tempting to think about the consequences.
The camera had already started recording when Tomasz entered the frame with a neat, almost silent gait, throwing off his robe as he walked. His pale skin glowed beautifully in the candlelight. Johnny, who was sitting on the bed, whistled at the spectacle Tomasz was giving him. Cage saw how easily the boy moved, the actor's eyes devoured his slender, taut body with visible muscles and small scars on it. Vrbada gracefully climbed onto the bed, moving closer to Cage, looking him straight in the eye. The actor reached out to him, stroked his shower-wet hair, and pulled the boy in for a kiss. The camera focused perfectly on their lips and intertwining tongues, on the actor's hands that roamed over the young hot body and Tomasz's fingers that deftly tangled in Cage's dark strands.
A quiet moan escaped Smoke's lips as Cage's tongue circled his nipple, teasing it affectionately.
- Sensitive, Smoke. - Kage whispered, continuing to tease the hardened vertex.
- I... Yeah, but only with you. - Nervously, Tomas replied. It sounded formulaic and cliched, Cage noted to himself.
- Relax and act natural. Don't play sex, but do it.
Tomasz nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and confidence, allowing himself to be completely liberated.
Cage, noticing the change in his partner, smiled slightly and pulled the boy closer, trying to wrap his arms around him.
Tomasz sat on the actor's strong thighs, one hand on his shoulder, the other playing with the actor's hair, the boy moaned and tried to rub his erect cock against the man's stomach, his mouth constantly opening, letting out new moans.
Johnny was also irresistible: his eyes glistening with lust and admiration were watching every movement of Tomasz, his hands were firmly holding the boy's buttocks, leaving red crescents of nails on the soft skin.
Together they were a picture of irresistible depravity and sweet sin.
After a few moments the frame changed, the actor flopped Tomasz on his back, hovering over him, pressing his hips against his thighs, making Tomasz moan louder. The actor ran his nose along the kid's neck, inhaling the scent of shower gel and biting the soft skin, causing Vrbad to turn his face toward the camera, showing Smoke breathing heavily through his mouth, his pupil completely flooding the gray-blue iris and his eyeballs rolling with pleasure.
- Hey, easy Smoke.
- Too... Good... - The boy whispered hoarsely, clinging to the actor's neck with his hands, but he released himself from Smoke's grip with a disgruntled groan.
- It's about to get even better, kid.
Cage pulled away from Tomasz and reached his hand out of the frame. After a couple moments, he returns to the position he was in and without warning gently but insistently covers Vrbad's eyes with a black satin ribbon. Tomasz swallows and quietly inquires:
- Where did you get it?
- I borrowed it from Kenshi.
Tomasz flinches and flinches a little, Johnny chuckles softly and strokes the boy's forehead affectionately, whispering softly in his ear:
- I was joking, Smokey. It's brand new.
Tomas exhales quietly and tries to grope for Cage's body to touch it, but failing to find what he wants, he wants to call out to Johnny. Vrbada takes more air into his lungs and immediately lets it out in a loud moan. His body arches back, Jonny miraculously managing to press his hips against the bed. Tomas whimpered and grabbed the sheets with his hands, writhing on the expensive silk, Cage's mouth on his cock the limit of his dreams. From surprise, Tomasz frantically calls the actor's name, wriggling on the slippery silk of the sheets and whimpering. Johnny chuckles and revels in the kid's sensitivity, trying to caress him gently and thrusting slowly. The actor greedily licks Smoke's cock, gently stroking his firm thighs.
Tomasz's moans and quiet squelching fill the room. Cage acts skillfully, (like he's sucked more than one dick. Sorry...) sucking intensely on the head, then in broad strokes caressing the whole shaft, he's turned on to hell by the sight of Smoke wriggling under him. The actor devours him with his gaze and thinks about the fact that the kid clearly has a talent for presenting his body, which was worth just his entrance into the frame - Cage almost lost his head right then, but stopped in time to capture such a beauty on camera.
Tomas groaned disappointedly and grunted through clenched teeth as the actor withdrew. But the release was so close, Tomasz's thighs twisted in a pre-orgasmic spasm, and just at that moment, when he was a couple of tongue movements away from orgasm, the man pulled away, leaving Tomasz whimpering with the tingling in his lower back and the pain in his groin.
- Patience, baby. You want our movie to be interesting, don't you?
- Yes, I do. - Tomasz hissed and groaned when he felt hot drops on his chest, spreading searing pleasure and pain through his body. Vrbada hissed softly, and a strong smell of cinnamon and some kind of citrus hit his nose. Tomasz sniffed and felt the heat he had felt before on his chest, near his face, and instinctively recoiled.
- It's an ordinary candle. - Cage whispered. - You wanted games with fever.
A few drops of heated wax fell onto Smoke's pale belly, making him wince, sending a herd of goosebumps down his back. Tomasz wondered with anticipation and fear where the hot drops would fall next and he was wrong every time. Cage never ceased to amaze him; it was as if he was deliberately looking for the most obvious places to make the boy gasp with pleasure. When a couple drops fell on the inside of his thighs, Vrbada let out a low growl, hoping that soon the sweet torture would end and Cage would finally fuck him to the stars before his eyes, but the actor took his time, playing with the wax and Smoke's soft skin, leaving wax smears and searing pain.
- Please... Johnny...
Cage removed the candle, stroking the kid's thigh.
- What's the matter, kid? You don't like our games? - The man asked tensely, hoping he hadn't crossed the line with his non-puppy.
- I do. Like it a lot, but...
- But?
- But I want you to take me... I want to feel you inside me, to be filled with you... Please...
Kage stroked the boy's cheek affectionately, ran his fingers through his blond hair, and kissed his flushed lips.
- Of course, Smokey. You've been a good boy, you deserve it.
Johnny pulled the blindfold off his gray-blue eyes and while the kid was getting used to the dim light of the remaining candles, Cage rolled the condom over his cock and pulled the desirable body to his hips, entering the yielding tightness. Tomasz cried out, hooked his fingers into Johnny's hands that held him under his knees and threw his head back loudly whimpering and whining with each thrust. Johnny moved with a sprawling motion, thrusting hard into the boy's body, catching the moans coming from the other man's lips and kissing hotly, trying to penetrate harder, deeper, trying to make this night, this moment especially vivid. Tomasz rolled his eyes, wriggled like a snake, tears flowed down his cheeks like small crystals, which the actor kissed away. The last couple of thrusts and Cage drove himself into Tomasz one last time, with a loud growl, cumming into the condom inside the boy. As soon as the actor moved slightly to get out and help Tomasz come, he cried out and cum on his stomach with a long groan.
In the silence of the room, diluted by loud breathing, something clicked. The actor turned his head sideways and noticed that the camera had turned off from overflowing memory. He grinned and shifted his gaze to Tomasz, who was flustered by this. The one with childlike naivety said quietly:
- Our movie...
- It's out of memory, but that's okay, everything that happened between us is definitely preserved until the end and on camera..." Cage whispered, hugging Smoke, kissing him lazily on the temple. - And in our hearts.