When I do, Soma soaks in the sound, closing his eyes for a moment. He does that a lot too.
“Mhm.” He hums. He puts two fingers in the waistband of both my shorts and briefs and pulls, dragging them down to my knees. I gasp as the cool air hits my now rock-hard erection, watching it spring up to rest against my stomach. The anticipation is killing me and Soma knows it. Gets off on it.
He kisses my thighs—so close to where I need him but never quite there. He avoids the scar. The brand I have of Aaron's mouth. He always does—he’s never touched it, refuses to acknowledge it past hearing about and seeing it for the first time. He still hasn't noticed the two small marks on the back of my neck, so I say nothing. It doesn’t matter anyway. And someday I’ll really believe that.
“I thought about you all day.” Soma says into my stomach where he’s kissing me again. “I thought about what you were doing and if you were happy. Then I thought about you on my bed, just like this.” I blush, throwing an arm over my eyes.
It’s a different feeling, being with Soma. I’ve only ever been with two guys: him and Aaron. With Soma, he talks to me and I blush and turn away. I tell him what I want and he does it—simple as that. It feels good and he makes me feel like I’m the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
With Aaron… he did what he wanted. What he knewIwanted. And if I was able to speak past the intense pleasure to ask for something else, he’d do that too. When he’d tell me how beautiful I was I’d moan and stare right at him, needing to watch it leave his mouth. It didn’t feel good—it felt like I was dying. It felt like I was being born again, over and over. Being dominated, not having to do anything, control anything. Hearing the filthiest, most romanticthings I’d ever heard. When he’d look at me, I wasn’t just beautiful—he wanted to devour me. He wanted to own every inch of me so that no one else would ever have the privilege of touching me.
But sex isn’t everything, and I really like Soma. I think I could love him some day. Although he was a little confused when I told him he could never call me baby or call me a good boy. I don’t want to think of Aaron every time I’m fucking my boyfriend.
“You’re hiding.” He chuckles, licking a line straight up my length.
“Fuck.” I whisper. With Soma, I try not to make so much noise. Not for any particular reason—mostly just because it feels embarrassing when it’s not being ripped out of me without a thought.
“Ravi,” He sucks my dick into his mouth, takes it to the back of his throat and swallows. I groan. He pulls away after a second. “Can I have sex with you?” I stare at him lying between my legs. Lips red, hair wet, eyes so heated I could melt.
“Yeah.” We’ve had sex before. In fact, I lost my virginity—well my virginity with a guy—to him the night of Aaron’s graduation. I think Aaron knows, and that’s probably why he treats me like a walking traffic sign. We don’t do it often—mostly just hand and mouth stuff. Soma is scared he’ll hurt me, and the lube makes a mess, so he only likes to do it when we’rereallyhorny. I don’t mind—it’s a perfectly fine sacrifice to have Soma with me.
“Spread your legs for me.” He kisses my thigh, the one not branded. “I’ll go slow.” He promises. I nod, spreading my legs on the bed as he grabs the hidden bottle of lube from under the bedframe.
And heisvery gentle and slow, just like he always is. And when he sinks into me, the two of us gasp into each other's mouths as we kiss. It’s slow and sweet and so aggressively Soma. He never pounds into me, never bends me into any crazy positions or grabs my throat. No biting, no hair pulling. Just him thrusting into me at a steady pace, my leg over his shoulder, hismouth on me—anywhere he can get it. And he’s telling me how pretty I am. Just so fucking pretty.
The part of me that aches for acceptance, to be loved, is so enthralled by this method of sex. And he’s so beautiful while he does it—so much like the prince he is.
But then there's the part of me that’s empty, that craves to be bitten into, devoured whole. To be slammed into and claimed completely. But I know Soma and he would hate it. I know he would do it, just for me, but he’d hate it.
Once we finish—Soma in the condom he throws away under some stray papers in his bedroom trash, and me on my stomach and all over his hand—he grabs a rag and cleans me.
“How do you feel, Ravi?” He asks, just like he always does, even when we don’t go all the way.
“Satiated. How doyoufeel?” Soma grins.
“Very happy.” He throws the rag into a basket. “Now, come to the grocery store with me.” When I raise a brow he rolls his eyes. “Come on lazy—we’re making danishes.”
“Danishes!” I’m up and putting my clothes on in a hurry. Danishes are one of my favorite baked goods of all time, and cheese danishes are surprisingly easy to make. We learned a few weeks ago by watching a YouTube tutorial.
Twenty minutes later we’re walking into Lancaster's local grocery store. Soma threw on some jeans and one of our swim team member shirts, so he looks every bit the cute high schooler he is, which makes me smile. It’ll be nice to watch him grow.
“Okay, so, we need….” Soma is listing ingredients as we stand in the middle of the store in the baking aisle, but I can’t hear him. At the end of the aisle is my father, Ronnie. I haven’t seen him since January when I finally told Felix and Aaron what happens when I’m home. I’ve been able to successfully dodge him for a while—extra caution and less frequent visits were enough.
Just when I turn the other way, hoping he won't see me, I hear his voice call out.
“Benjamin!” I blanch. Soma looks over my shoulder with a curious brow raised, then upon seeing my face, grabs my hand.
“Ravi? Who is that? Are you okay? Should we run?”
“Yes, let's—” Ronnie snatches me up by the back of my shirt, turning me to face him.
“You fucking whore. Where have you been? Have you been at that boy's house?” He’s spitting in my face as he talks, and I’m terrified Soma will get involved.
“People are looking—I’ll tell you outside.” He turns and sees a few bystanders staring at us curiously.
“Come, boy.” He’s dragging me by the front of my shirt.
“Ravi!”
