“I know.” Wyatt grabbed the edge of his blanket and pulled it off himself completely. “How about you show me how sorry you are? Wasn’t that the deal or something?”
Izzy smirked. “Eh, close enough.” He lifted his hand to touch Wyatt’s stomach. “What kind of day are you having?”
“I think mostly regular boy day. Why?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking that maybe we need to figure out how this”—he let his fingers slide lower, scratching Wyatt’s treasure trail—”works on your different kind of days. When you’re girl, you might not like some things, right?” It made sense to Izzy. He knew what dysphoria was, thanks to some Google research.
Suddenly Wyatt’s eyes filled with tears.
“Hey, Wyatt, it’s okay, I’m sorry, whatever—”
“No, no, it’sgoodtears. I’ve been thinking about that, too.” Wyatt wiped his eyes and chuckled wetly. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never cried as much as I have since I met you.”
“That sounded like high praise,” Izzy deadpanned. Then he smiled. “I agree. I don’t…I guess it’s a heart thing. My dad used to say tears came from the heart, not the eyes.” He wasn’t sure how or why he remembered that, but he did and felt happy about it.
“I guess so. Makes sense to me.” Wyatt pulled Izzy closer and pointedly kept tugging until Izzy hovered over him.
Izzy took the hint and lowered himself gently until he was lying on top of Wyatt, but kept most of his weight on his lower body as Wyatt spread his legs to make room for Izzy’s hips to slot inside them.
“I love you,” Izzy whispered. “We have the place for hours and hours. Wanna get naked with me?”
Wyatt laughed with obvious delight. “Oh, you romantic you.” He lifted his head to kiss Izzy. “You know, yeah, I think I do want to.”
They undressed clumsily, laughing at dodging elbows and kissing every chance they got. Izzy couldn’t remember ever having fun like this when it came to sex.
“That thing you said I might be, demisexual? I did some research and it sounds about right. When I think back on other people I’ve been with, the sex was always better when it was someone I really had a connection with,” Izzy murmured as he pushed the pillows into place and watched Wyatt get settled.
“Oh? I’m glad you have a word for it.”
He watched as Wyatt took hold of his own cock and began to stroke it slowly.
Izzy’s mouth watered. “Gimme that,” he said, swatting at Wyatt’s wrist as he settled between his legs. He watched as precome formed at the tip of the pretty cock in his hand and then licked it away, humming at the taste. “I don’t know how this is perfect, too.” He gave Wyatt’s dick a few strokes, then put his mouth around it and went to town.
Who would’ve thought he’d love sucking cock so much? No, not just any cock though. Wyatt’s. He hummed around it and watched as Wyatt’s stomach contracted.
Izzy grabbed the lube he had on the bedside table and slicked his fingers. Then he pulled off Wyatt’s cock and showed his fingers to him.
“Do I put this stuff on my cock and jerk off while I suck you off, or can I try fingering you?” He mouthed along Wyatt’s dick again, waiting for him to make a decision.
“F-fingers, definitely,” Wyatt said finally, his voice breathy as fuck, and his eyes darker than ever. “Please.”
Izzy made sure to be as gentle as he could, feeling glad that he’d done the dishes so his fingers were squeaky clean now. It felt weird, thinking about not hurting someone as much as he did with Wyatt. If it was up to Izzy, no harm would ever come to his love.
Izzy crooked his fingers and found what he was looking for. The precome taste in his mouth intensified as did Wyatt’s little noises.
“A-another one?”
Surprised, Izzy carefully tucked a third finger inside Wyatt and kept on rotating his wrist as he fucked Wyatt with his fingers. He felt powerful, being in control of Wyatt’s pleasure like this. He knew all the power was Wyatt’s though. Everything would stop immediately if Wyatt said so. But it was Izzy’s job to give Wyatt what he wanted and that felt sexy as hell.
“Ugh, Izzy, stop,” Wyatt panted.
Izzy pulled off his cock and raised his brows as he stilled his hand, before ever so slowly pulling out so he wouldn’t hurt Wyatt. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, I just…” Wyatt looked anywhere but at Izzy. He seemed to take a couple of deep breaths, then, with a determined expression on his face, he looked back at Izzy and said, “I want you inside me.”
Izzy almost inhaled his spit and coughed a couple of times. “You do?”
“Yeah, I mean…don’t you?”
