After tugging down his shorts, my teeth sunk into my lower lip, eyes lifting to Hannes' face and then lowering to my hand as I stroked along his warm length carefully and slowly.

My gaze travelled up the hard, thick cock, wonderment and eagerness making me quicken the pace of my hand stroking him.

Deep noises fell past Hannes' lips, and I smiled almost slyly as I felt his penis throb against my palm, my actions slowing teasingly until he growled, his hand lowering to grasp my own and urging me to pump him faster.

I quickly came to understand the ways to stroke him that would bring him more pleasure, and enjoyed seeing the absolute and raw lust that rippled across his face with each touch I gave him.

Hannes only released my hand when I stroked him at the pace he desired, and his fingers lifted and dug almost painfully into my hip. He cursed softly, his breath caressing my forehead, and his hips flexed when I ran a thumb over the head of his penis briefly,

"Fuck."

Heat pooled in my stomach and I ran a tongue over my lips, feeling and hearing him growl my name into my hair repeatedly, listening to his groaning whenever I decided to slow my hand to prolong his pleasure. It pleased me, far more than I expectected, to hear his reverbrating noises.

Sexual tension filled the room, and the warmth emitting from his body seemed to strengthen the faster I worked him to a climax, all the while admiring his size.

My eyes skipped to his face, and I saw the sheen of sweat by his brow, honey-eyes watching me penetratingly. Hannes' released a guttural, long growl when I decided to press my lips against his neck while breathing in his scent, my hand pumping him faster until he came, roaring my name.

His heat spurted against my hand and wrist, and I kept pumping him throughout his orgasm, enjoying the dark, deep sounds vibrating his chest, the way his hips rocked as he spurted his cum. I stopped only when he guided my hand away, despite his cock still remaining hard.

Hannes' head lowered and his mouth slanted over my own, almost harshly, but passionately. I returned his kisses until I began to straighten, ignoring his snarl of displeasure.

Nonetheless, he saw that some of his cum was on my hand and on his shirt, which I suppose he hadn't thought to take off, and he stood, leaving the room and returning minutes later with what appeared to be a box of wipes, and wearing a clean shirt.

My heart was still pounding excitedly and fast in my chest, especially when I saw that Hannes' expression was one of tranquility whilst he laid beside me on the large sofa, watching me clean my hand with the sanitizer wipes before tucking me into his arm.

I noticed that his hardness had yet to disappear, and when he began to sweep his fingers towards my own pants, I caught ahold of his wrists and shook my head.

"No. Not yet." I murmured. Despite me being incredibly aroused, I wasn't ready for that step, not as yet. I'd enjoyed making him climax, and although I could feel a strong need, I was hesitant.

Hannes immediately relented, saying nothing, but allowed me to nestle my head into his neck and his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him, the comforting sound of his heart beating and the rise and fall of his chest against my own a rhythm that I basked in.

**********

I had only realized I'd fallen asleep when I heard the noise of someone knocking on the front door. My eyes slowly peeled open, and my stare fell on each piece of furniture of the living room lazily, until the knock came again, this time much louder.

Hannes shifted beneath me, and his chest lifted as he exhaled, before moving and allowing me to settle where he once laid. I listened to his footsteps and then the short conversation that followed.

The sound of money being exchanged was heard, and I lifted my head from the sofa only when I smelt something mouth-watering.

My eyes were fixated on the pizza boxes which Hannes brought into the living room, and I barely listened to him explain the different types that were in the boxes; my hunger needed to he sated. I lifted a slice of the thick pizza, told Hannes my thanks for buying it and began eating.

The flavour that filled my mouth surprised me completely, delightfully so, and I ate faster than I perhaps should have.

I noticed Hannes leaving the room after I'd lifted another slice of pizza once I'd consumed the first one, and the one I held was one which I recalled him saying that it had pepperoni slices.

Hannes returned with glasses of water, and I gratefully took one of the two offered. I'd managed to eat the second slice of pizza before I began to realize that I could feel a slight niggling of a headache rising, and I had a strong inkling it was because of how much cheese I'd consumed.

So I decided to take a break from eating and simply drank the water, hoping that it would somehow ease the pounding in my head.

As I did this, I noticed that, as usual, Hannes made little effort to hide the fact that he welcomed me being nearing him, and he touched me every so often, whether it would be him taking my arm to gently pull me closer or to just rest his hand against my lap.

I found myself smiling throughout his almost subtle acts, but ducked my head in hopes that he would not see it and comment, as I knew that my smile was one which perhaps looked almost cheesy. However, guessing by the lingering kiss Hannes placed on my temple and his chuckle, he'd seen it anyway.