The day was unusually calm, the kind where the sun hung low in the sky, painting the streets with the orange glow of the evening. Kareem sat on his couch, scrolling through his phone, his legs stretched out. He was bored, honestly, just killing time until he could do something. His phone buzzedâSanti had texted him.
Santi: Yo, you free to come through for a bit?
Kareem rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He was more than used to these last-minute check-ins.
Kareem: What you want?
Santi: I'm in the mood to braid your hair. Come through.
Kareem chuckled to himself, setting his phone down. He was fine with that. He hadn't had his hair braided in a while since he had taken them out after Santi's last session. His hair was getting too wild for his liking anyway.
It didn't take long for Kareem to throw on a hoodie, slide on some sweats, and make his way to Santi's place.
When Kareem walked into Santi's apartment, the smell of weed and incense mixed in the air. He immediately found Santi lounging on the couch, a blunt dangling loosely from his fingers as he flicked through a TV show.
Santi looked up when Kareem walked in, eyes lighting up.
"Damn, you took forever," Santi teased, taking another drag of his blunt. "You want something to smoke?"
"Nah, I'm good." Kareem smiled, walking past him toward the living room. "I came here for one thing."
Santi raised an eyebrow, giving a mock-pout. "Oh, just the hair, huh?"
"Yeah, just the hair," Kareem shot back, throwing himself onto the couch.
Santi laughed and tossed the blunt aside before standing up. He grabbed his comb and hair ties, ready to get to work. He moved around Kareem, gathering his tools.
"Gotta get you right again, man. You're lookin' like you just woke up outta bed," Santi teased as he sat on the coffee table, facing Kareem's back.
Kareem snorted but didn't say anything. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as Santi's fingers worked through his hair. It felt goodâthe kind of touch that was tender but familiar. Santi's hands moved with practiced ease, expertly sectioning the hair into parts.
"You know, this is weird," Kareem muttered, his voice low.
"What's weird?"
"Us bein' here like this, you touchin' my hair." Kareem opened his eyes to glance back at Santi, smirking slightly.
Santi grinned, not missing a beat. "What's weird about it? I've been doin' this for a while now." He ran his fingers through Kareem's hair, straightening out the sections. "You always act like you don't like it, but I know you do."
Kareem rolled his eyes. "I never said I didn't."
Santi's hands were steady as they worked. Every time his fingers brushed against Kareem's scalp, the tension between them shifted ever so slightly, like it always did. Kareem could never get enough of it, even though he'd never admit it out loud.
"Bet you can't wait to see how good you look when I'm done," Santi said, his voice quieter now.
Kareem didn't answer, just shifted his weight slightly. There was something about how Santi always made everything feel like a natural next step. It wasn't forced or awkwardâit was easy.
A couple of hours later, Santi finally finished, smoothing out the last section of Kareem's hair. "There you go, Papi. You lookin' good."
Kareem ran his fingers through his braids, feeling the neatness of them. He stood up, his lips curling into a small smile. "You ain't half bad at this, Santi."
"I know," Santi grinned, standing up and stretching. "You gonna let me take you out now or what?"
"Out?" Kareem raised an eyebrow. "Where?"
Santi shrugged. "You're hungry, right? I was thinking we could grab a bite, chill for a bit."
Kareem didn't even hesitate. "Aight, bet."
They drove through the city, the evening traffic thick with people finishing up their day. Santi was in a talkative mood, pointing out random things and making Kareem laugh at the weird shit he said. Kareem didn't even mind. He liked this side of Santiâthe goofy, carefree part of him that didn't always show up.
They ended up at a small spot, grabbing burgers and fries, just talking like they always did when they were together.
"I'm telling you, they got the best fries," Santi said, dipping a fry into ketchup and offering it to Kareem.
Kareem raised an eyebrow but took the fry from his fingers. "Not bad, I'll give you that."
Santi smirked. "Told you." He leaned back in his chair, looking across the table at Kareem.
Kareem noticed the way Santi's gaze lingered a little longer than usual, like he was thinking about something.
"What?" Kareem finally asked, his voice rough with curiosity.
"Nothin'. Just... you, y'know?" Santi said, his tone softer now. "You've been acting different lately."
"How?" Kareem raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly.
Santi just shook his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "You're more comfortable. Less actin' like you don't wanna be here with me."
Kareem's chest tightened slightly. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, not from anyone, but especially not from Santi. Still, he didn't move away, and that said enough.
After dinner, they drove back to Santi's apartment. The air between them was charged now, both of them clearly aware of the way their closeness had shifted over the past week.
Santi didn't even hesitate as they walked through the door, locking it behind them. He turned to Kareem, his hands finding their way to Kareem's waist as his lips pressed against his.
Kareem froze for a second before leaning into the kiss. His hands rested on Santi's chest, a soft growl escaping his throat as Santi's kiss deepened. The tension that had been building all night exploded between them, their bodies moving closer, instinctively pushing together.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to. Everything was there in the way their hands roamed, the way their lips never separated. They both knew where this was headed, and neither one of them was going to pull back.
Santi's hands slid down to Kareem's hips, pulling him closer until they were chest to chest.
And then, without a word, Santi kissed him again, a slow, deliberate kiss that told Kareem everything he needed to know.
Kareem didn't say anythingâdidn't need to
Kareem and Santi stood facing each other, the tension between them thick. The TV hummed quietly in the background, but neither of them paid it any mind.
Santi's eyes locked on Kareem's with a smirk playing on his lips. "You sure you want this, papi?" His voice was rough, laced with something dark and hungry.
Kareem swallowed, his throat dry. "Yeah," he muttered, trying to sound confident even as his heart beat a little faster.
Santi chuckled low, sliding his hands to Kareem's waist, pulling him in close. "Alright, then. Let's get you outta these clothes."
Kareem met his gaze as he slowly undressed, a smirk playing on his lips as Santi did the same. Neither of them wasted any time once they were both naked. Santi's eyes roamed over Kareem, lingering for just a second longer on his chest and stomach.
"You're built different, huh?" Santi muttered under his breath, his voice rough with admiration.
Kareem's lips curved into a smirk. "What can I say? I put in the work."
Santi laughed softly, the sound deep and knowing. "I see that," he said, dragging his fingers lightly over Kareem's chest before moving his hands to his shoulders.
Santi's hands slid down Kareem's body, fingers brushing against his skin. "Get on your knees, papi," he said, low and commanding.
Kareem hesitated for a second, but the look in Santi's eyes made him drop to his knees. He took a slow breath as Santi's dick came into view, hard and heavy in front of him.
He moved his hands to Santi's thighs, then leaned in, taking him in.
"Damn, papi..." Santi groaned, his hands finding their way to Kareem's head, fingers threading into his hair. "You're good at this."
Kareem only responded with a low growl, his mouth moving faster, sucking hard. Santi's breath hitched, his grip tightening in Kareem's hair.
"Shit, papi," Santi muttered, hips moving with the rhythm, each pull of Kareem's mouth making him lose himself more.
Santi eventually pulled Kareem off his dick, guiding him back up to his feet with a hand on his shoulder. His breath was heavy, but his eyes were soft when they locked onto Kareem's. "Your turn now," he said, voice hushed but strong.
Kareem's expression shifted, a flicker of nerves showing despite himself. But Santi's touch was gentle as his hands slid to Kareem's cheeks, spreading them apart.
"Relax. I got you," Santi murmured, leaning in to kiss the back of Kareem's neck. His tongue traced the outline of Kareem's hole, making him jump at first, but Santi's pace was slow and steady, his tongue coaxing Kareem to loosen up.
Kareem groaned, a mix of tension and heat building in him. His body began to relax, moving in rhythm with Santi's tongue as he pushed deeper.
Santi's tongue eventually pulled away, but his fingers didn't hesitate. "Time to get you ready, papi," he whispered, his breath warm against Kareem's skin as he worked his fingers inside him.
Kareem flinched at first, but Santi was patient, slow at first, then adding a second finger, then a third. His fingers stretched Kareem open, each movement pushing his body closer to the edge.
Kareem's hands gripped Santi's arms, his body moving instinctively with the rhythm. "Fuck, Santi," he gasped. His chest tightened with each push, his body losing the fight against the overwhelming heat.
Santi pulled away just long enough to grab the lube from the nightstand. He poured it generously onto his dick, eyes never leaving Kareem's.
"Arch your back, papi," Santi commanded softly, a tone of authority in his voice that made Kareem obey without hesitation.
Kareem arched, his body on alert as Santi's dick pressed at his entrance. The first stretch made him tense up, but Santi's soothing voice kept him calm.
"Breathe," Santi muttered, pressing in slowly. He was deep, but not all the way in yet.
Kareem's response was a sharp breath, his hands gripping Santi's arms. "Shit..."
Santi moved slowly, taking his time to let Kareem adjust. The tension in Kareem's body slowly ebbed away as he started to feel the rhythm, each inch a little deeper.
When Santi started moving, his thrusts were slow at first, dragging the pleasure out. Kareem's breath hitched, but it quickly turned into a low moan as Santi found his rhythm, thrusting deeper with each movement.
"Damn, papi, you feel so good," Santi muttered, his grip on Kareem's hips tightening as he sped up, his body slamming against Kareem's with more force.
Kareem's eyes squeezed shut, the sound of their bodies colliding and his own moans filling the room. "Fuck, Santi, don't stop," he muttered, hands digging into Santi's back.
Santi groaned, leaning over him, thrusting harder now. "You like that, huh? You like when I fuck you like this?" Santi grunted between breaths, pushing Kareem closer and closer to the edge.
Kareem could hardly speak, his words a garbled mess of pleasure as he felt the heat building inside him. "Yeah... yeah, just like that."
The faster Santi moved, the more Kareem felt his nerves fade into nothing but pure sensation, his body responding to each thrust with desperate need.
As Santi finally came, his body stilled and his arms wrapped around Kareem, holding him close. Their breathing was heavy, and for a moment, the room was filled with the sound of their hearts.
Santi's lips brushed against Kareem's ear, his voice soft but still rough with desire. "You're something else, papi," he whispered.
Kareem smirked, his body finally relaxing. "Yeah, you're not bad either."
Santi chuckled, low and rough. "I'll take that," he muttered, pulling Kareem in closer.
Kareem rested his head against Santi's chest, feeling the warmth of the moment, the comfort in the quiet aftermath. "Thanks, Santi," he murmured.
"Anytime, papi," Santi responded, his voice soft, fingers gently stroking Kareem's back.