Alex had propped up on his elbows to watch Andreas undress for him. His eyes flowed over the other man; appreciatively drinking in every inch and curve of Andreas’ Body.   The assassin was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.<br/><br/>Alex worried his lip as Andreas looked him over in return. His arms started to draw in to cover himself, but he remembered Andreas telling him not to hide.  Alex was ashamed of the marks on his body and wanted them gone as much as Andreas did, but it was something he was used to seeing.  He wasn’t used to someone looking at them.  Alex didn’t want Andreas to change his mind.  All that worry and self doubt faded quickly when Andraes crawled over him.<br/><br/>Being lifted and curled up like that made Alex tremble.  His hands ended up tangling into his long blonde hair for he didn’t know what else to do with them.   His chest heaved with shallow excited breaths.  The excitement welled between his legs and spread like a fire through his body.	He whimpered softly as that hand slid over his pale and perfect little ass.<br/><br/>He squeaked softly as Andreas kissed him on that tender flesh.  Alex’s cheeks burned red as Andreas teased him. He giggled softly as he squirmed a little.  Of course he was going to blush. He was totally uncertain of all this.<br/><br/>Alex didn’t have time to dwell on what to do in the position he had never before been in, because suddenly Andreas’s tongue was on him. He cried out in pleasure and surprise. Alex squirmed more as his fingers tightened in his own hair even as the other hand shot out to grip Andreas’ hair.  His voice was hot and breathy and quivered as he spoke, “what.. what are.. you doing?”