"What are you doing?" Orel whispered. "Are you kissing me? Why?"
He reached to Nikto's face but froze halfway, hesitant, and let his hand fall without touching Nikto.
"I don't know," Nikto said barely audibly. He passed his fingers over Orel's hand, pulled it towards his face again, pressed his clean cheek to Orel's palm and closed his eyes.
"I don't know. I like you," he rubbed his cheek against Orel's hand, not letting it go, then kissed Orel's fingers and palm.
"Oh gods," Orel nearly moaned leaning with his whole body towards Nikto, wrapping his free arm around Nikto's neck and catching his mouth with his lips.
"I love you, I love you," Orel whispered from time to time, leaving Nikto's mouth just for a moment. He stroked Nikto's blonde hair, burying his fingers in it, squeezing Nikto's head. Nikto moved away from the bed and fell onto the furs, pulling Orel with himself, pushing down Orel's pants. They came off easily, Orel laced them just sloppily.
"No," Orel recoiled. "Gods! What are you doing? What are you thinking?"
"What am I thinking?" Nikto laughed softly.
"Fine, it was my wish but you said you don't do it with men, you made it perfectly clear!"
"Don't blame me," Nikto held Orel's head not letting him turn away. "I didn't lie to you. But it doesn't matter. I want to be yours, I can't be yours until you do to me everything you want. I want you to do it, want you to do what you always wanted…"
He put Orel's hand onto his stomach, just below the navel for Orel to feel the unevenness of the skin where the tattoo had been made just recently. Orel pressed his palm to his own sign. His eyes filled with tears again, he started crying.
"Oooh," Nikto drawled. "What's wrong now?"
Orel smiled through his tears.
"I don't know! It's silly, I never cry!"
"I've noticed."
They laughed softly.
Nikto turned over onto his stomach, spread his bent legs apart. He seemed dressed because of his many tattoos.
"No, lay back as before!"
Nikto turned onto his back obediently.
"Can you do it like that?"
"I can. I can do it in any way, it doesn't matter…"
"So?"
Orel started trembling.
"No, I can't," he said slowly. "I wanted it for so long and now I can't."
Nikto reached to his groin, snorted.
"I think you definitely can."
Orel shivered with his touch even more.