I made an affirmative sound in the back of my throat and pulled his hand out of my hair, bringing it down to my mouth to kiss his knuckles. Being both to a man like Lincoln was a terrifying prospect, but I’d never felt more up to the challenge. Playing both sides of this coin came naturally where he was concerned, and we both found ourselves moving easily from one to the other and sometimes back again. But in that moment, Iwas the one calling the shots, and Lincoln needed some quiet care and attention.
“I’m going to get you something to eat and drink, and then we’re going to bed,” I said.
Reluctantly, I left him there in my bed, but only long enough to get some cheese, crackers, and a bottle of water from the kitchen. By the time I made it back to the bedroom, he had slid halfway down the wall and was fast asleep. I did debate the merits of waking him up, but decided sleep was acceptable, all things considered. We’d both had long days with confessions to our friends and to each other. Rest was most likely the best course of action, and even though I had to work the next day, I loved the idea of Lincoln staying over and lazing around my apartment until he was ready to leave.
After all, that was how we’d admitted our feelings to each other.
Lord fucking knew what would come next.
Popping a cube of cheese into my mouth, I stripped out of my soiled pants, turned off all the lights, and tucked into bed beside him. Lincoln groaned and rolled over into my arms, sighing happily before letting out a quiet snore against my chest. Sleep came quickly for me, and I followed right after Lincoln into my dreams.
I woke hours, minutes…sometime later, the blankets tangled around my thighs and sweat pooled between my pecs. Beside me, Lincoln was on his stomach, face buried in the pillow and the sheets shoved off him and onto me. Blinking slowly, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, waited until the moonlight was enough for me to make out the pale and round swells of his ass.
I want you to wake me up in the middle of the night and take me.
Lincoln’s interest in free use had been an elephant between us from the first time he’d brought it up. I knew going into a relationship with him there were things he understood about himself that I wasn’t privy to, and I also knew he had far more experience in the world of kink than I did. I didn’t hate that imbalance between us because kneeling for Lincoln came as naturally as putting him onto his knees instead. I was under no illusion that things between us were typical—or even right—but they worked for us and that was the only thing that mattered.
I’d just made partner at work, and Lincoln Summers was in love with me.
I couldn’t ask for much more than that.
It was with that happiness that I found myself reaching over to the nightstand for the lube, and with that sense of fulfillment that I slicked my fingers and my cock, stroking myself until I was hard and leaking. I wanted Lincoln, of course I did, but something about the premise of using him just for my pleasure felt wrong. Of course I wanted to get off when we were intimate, but I wanted him to enjoy it as well.
Would he really enjoy me climbing on top of him in the middle of the night and fucking him? I knew from my time on the app that there were plenty of things people were into that didn’t necessarily do it for me…and that was fine, but I loved Lincoln. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him or make him feel unsafe with me. He called me Daddy when it suited him, but it was important to me he found that comfort and protection when we were together.
Honorific or not.
My dick hurt for how hard I was. He wants this, I reminded myself, and if the state of my cock was any indicator, so did I. Before I could talk myself out of it, I mounted Lincoln’s sleeping form and pinned his hands together over his head. He was a deep sleeper, making a grunt at the movement but not muchelse. With my other hand, I lined my cock up with his hole, wondering if free use meant no prep.
I’d have to ask him in the morning what he wanted, but I didn’t feel right about going in cock first without being certain. I shifted my weight over the top of him and eased one of my fingers into him. He roused, eyebrows lifting, but his eyes didn’t make it to looking awake. I pumped one finger in and out of him, relishing how tight his body fought against me when I pushed a second in. It was the middle finger that woke him up, and that had me switching my fingers for my cock.
Lincoln whimpered, and I pushed his wrists down firmly against the pillow, thrusting slow until the entire length of my cock had entered him. A shiver rippled up my spine at the sleepiness of the whole thing, an unexpected sort of pleasure and arousal wrapping around both of us when I began to move.
“Hmph.” He rolled his face into the sheets, dipping a steep arch into his back to take me deeper. “You feel so good. Oh, fuck.”
He was the one who felt good. Pliant and warm and tight in all the right places. I didn’t need to reach around the front of him and grasp his cock to know he was also hard. Any other time or place, I would have, but he’d been specific with his ask. He wanted me to take him and not worry about his pleasure, only my own. Considering I was also still half-asleep, that didn’t take a lot of work. My body was the only part of me awake, and Lincoln’s whimpers and moans only spurred me on.
“Gonna come inside of you,” I whispered, dropping my face down beside his, kissing the shell of his ear. His fingers scrabbled against the sheets, and I sank fully into him with a groan.
“Fuck. Fill me up.”
I grunted, the orgasm already too close to stop.
“Ask nicely,” I demanded.
A violent tremor wracked through Lincoln’s entire body, every muscle beneath and around me contracting and tensing at the order.
“Please come inside of me, Daddy,” he whimpered.
Our hips stuttered and jerked, and that was the end for me. Cum poured out of my cock, and I had no idea what it looked like since I was buried balls deep inside of him, but it absolutely felt like a geyser. My body was on fire, and all I wanted to do was roll us onto our sides and fall asleep inside of him, but that wasn’t what Lincoln had wanted. But…it was whatIwanted, and if we were in a relationship…
“Quiet down,” I warned, hooking an arm around his chest and turning us both onto our sides. I wrapped a leg around his thigh and pulled him flush against me, driving myself deeper into him. My cock still throbbed and pulsed through the end of my orgasm and I shivered, squeezing Lincoln tight.
“I’m so full,” he rasped.
“Just how I want you,” I told him. “Now go to sleep.”
He loosed another whimper, and one final dribble of cum pulsed out of my cock. I closed my eyes and within seconds was asleep.
