Had to get ready for work.
Didn’t think waking you up early counted as more, so I let you sleep.
See you soon.
- M
I pressed the start button and shuffled back down the hallway, deciding to shower while I waited for the coffee to brew. The events of the evening—prior to my ill-timed sleep—played back through my head as I washed my hair. The conversation had moved quickly enough and talking to Miles, at least this new version of him, was easier than I thought it would be.
Miles still clung to his attitude like a weighted blanket, but I’d learned it was more like a shield. I didn’t know who had hurt him, why he approached partners and relationships the way he did, but the snappy comebacks and the sassy banter was obviously intended to be a turn-off. Like those brightly colored venomous frogs, Miles’s defense mechanisms were designed to attract people while also keeping them at arm’s length.
It wasn’t so much that I’d seen through the act and made the decision to let Miles in. I’d just been horny—something about the divisive nature of his personality apparently did it for me. And then I thought I’d just want to fuck, but I realized I wouldn’t want to share him. I couldn’t handle the thought of him giving another person’s body the interest and attention he’d offered mine.
And now…here we were.
I finished showering, taking time to clean out in preparation for the next time Miles and I saw each other. We didn’t have anything settled, but both of us had made appointments to get an STI panel, so I knew it would be sooner rather than later. All his talk of coming inside me lit a fire that had simmered in my stomach for days. And the idea of doing the same to him was enough to send shivers up my spine.
Back in my younger days, I’d been wholeheartedly versatile, but fell into bottoming as I explored the nature of my submission more. It was fairly common and expected that a submissive partner was also the receiving partner, and I didn’t mind. I thoroughly enjoyed bottoming, even though being on top had an entirely different kind of appeal. Topping Miles was great, if not a little confusing. I loved the way he controlled my body and dictated the movements with my cock inside of him. It was like the best of both worlds, and I was eager for a re-do.
Out of the bathroom and dressed, I poured my coffee into a travel mug so I could drink it on the way to work. My appointment at the clinic was over my lunch break, so I wanted to get in early and get as much done as I could. I texted Miles when I got to my desk, thanking him for staying over and for making the coffee. His reply was enough to make me blush.
Miles: Thanks for having such a tight asshole. Can’t wait to fuck it again.
Me: We didn’t even have sex last night.
Miles: I know. But it was nice to know that I can make you drool, even if I don’t take my dick out.
Me: I didn’t!
Miles: All over my shoulder while you slept, but it’s fine.
Me: That’s so embarrassing.
Miles: It’s fine. Can we make plans for Saturday night?
Me: What kind of plans?
I didn’t really need to ask. I knew what kind of plans he wanted to make.
Miles: The naked kind.
Me: Where?
Miles: Unless you want an audience, we should go to yours.
Miles: Or I can get us a hotel room. We can roleplay.
Me: Are you into that?
Miles: Are YOU?
Me: I don’t hate it.
Miles: Are you???
At first, I thought my answer hadn’t sent, but I realized what he was after. He wanted a yes or no. He wanted the boundary or the green light.
Me: Yes.
