Over the past six months, Remi has been bringing me his deepest fantasies from the books he reads. So far, we’ve knocked out exhibitionism, primal play, and bondage. Some things Remi likes more than others, some things he doesn’t like at all. Hethought about consensual non consent, but after what Trevor and his dumbass friends tried to do to him, he’s hesitant. I told him if he never wants to try it, we won’t. I don’t care how we’re together, just that we are.
I bite into his shoulder, making him cry out, then I lick over the area, taking away the sting.
Edging was next on Remi’s list, but I don’t think he likes it as much in practice as he does in theory.
Grinning against his flesh, I say, “I think this counts as edging, Hummingbird.”
“Streeter,” he whines, rolling his hips onto my cock. “Please.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, wrapping my hand snugly around his dick. He knows I love it when he begs. He always sounds so sweet, so fucking eager to take me.
Grabbing his hip with my free hand, I thrust up into him, fucking him hard enough to make his teeth clatter.
Remi’s moans get higher and higher in pitch the closer he gets to release. I’ve been edging him for close to two hours, so when he comes, he’ll?—
“Mmmfuck, Streeter,” is Remi’s only warning before his back bows and wave after wave of his release coats my hand and his belly. His body trembles with the force of his orgasm, his voice giving out on a shout.
I fuck him through it, keeping my own orgasm at bay until he’s boneless.
“Feels… so… good,” Remi mewls, lying against me lazily. “Come, please. I want you to fill me up until I’m drowning in it.”
Kissing his neck, I thrust home three more times before I’m spilling, painting his walls with my spend.
Remi sighs, reaching behind himself to sink his fingers into my hair. “You’re always so perfect.”
I grin as I run my fingers through his cum. When they’re coated, I stuff them in my mouth, tasting his essence. Remi turnsto me and gives me an awkward, messy kiss, and I push some of his release into his mouth. He hums and swallows, diving back in for more.
When we’ve had our fill, I break the kiss and pull out of him so I can rearrange him on my lap. My release leaks out of him, making a mess on my thigh. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You know,” he murmurs, looking at me through his lashes. “I can’t tell you I want you to edge me when we’re supposed to have company. I just wanna take a nap now.”
I chuckle and kiss his forehead. “We still have…” I glance over my shoulder at the ugly clock shaped like a chicken Remi insisted we get. “An hour and a half before Quill and Camden come. Well, Camden might come early. For some reason, he likes to impress your friend with his punctuality.”
Remi snorts. “Don’t tease Camden. He’s trying.”
I will give Cam an A for effort in that category. No matter how many times Quill gives him attitude, Cam never stops complimenting him. He’s no longer trying to shoot his shot, since Quill has given him a hard no, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to get his attention.
“It’s pointless,” I say, kissing Remi on the nose. “Quill told him no. Now he’s just making a fool of himself.”
Remi has a secret smile on his face when he says, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Even though I try to ply what he knows out of him, Remi’s lips are zipped.
“Fine,” I mutter, kissing him quickly before tossing him onto the couch beside me. He makes an “eep!” noise and glares playfully at me. “I’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“Maybe,” he says cheekily. “Come on, let’s shower. I have that body scrub I told you about.”
My ears perk up. “The one that makes your legs all smooth?”
“That’s the one.”
I hurry into the bathroom behind him, catching Remi around the waist before he can enter, and pulling him back to plant a kiss on the side of his neck where I sucked one of my marks into him. He laughs high and sweet, swatting me on the arm.
After his lease was up at his apartment in the city, Remi moved in with me. My place isn’t much, but it’s big enough for the two of us, and we’re comfortable. We might move elsewhere in another year or so, but right now, we’re good.
He’s brought a lot of life to my tiny cabin. Where there was barely anything in here to signify it was occupied, Remi has brought plants, pictures, stupid clocks, and those doilies he makes us all use for the coffee table. He even got us one of those stupid advent calendars when it’s nowhere near Christmas. I give him shit for it, but I secretly love it. He made my house a real home. I’ve never had a home before.
We get in the shower and I wash Remi with the body scrub. When he has his legs wrapped around my neck tonight while I’m eating his ass, they’ll be silky smooth.
