“God, pajarito, take it… take every drop.”
“C-come in me, Diablo…”
The moment my dick is done twinging, I’m pulling out and falling to my knees to suck an orgasm out of his sweet cock. His fingers in my hair, and our hooded gazes locked.
“Uhh, baby, I’m coming,” he whimpers, holding my jaw. “Suck it out and swallow.”
I do. Of course, I do. And then I pop off, moving between his legs. I push them apart wide, and lick his hole.
“Ohhfuck,” he croaks, quaking. “Oh, God, Diablo…”
Lapping at my slippery cum from within him, kissing and sucking.
“Feed it to me, baby bird,” I groan, feeling him relax so I can lick it out.
Because why not?
He ismine, after all.
Once all of that depravity is done, we’re out of the shower, and so tired we can barely stand upright. I give Angel some clothes to sleep in, then watch him in the mirror while we brush our teeth side by side.
I feel like I could do this forever.
And that thoughtterrifiesme.
“Thank you,” he says after he spits into the sink.
“Hm?” I ask, distracted as hell and not hiding it well.
“For the perfect date.” He smiles. “I know we didn’t get to watch a movie, but maybe that can be our next date…?”
I nod slowly. “Sure… Next time.”
“The dinner was incredible. The chefs really are amazing.”
“Yea…”
“But most of all, I wanted to thankyou, Ivory. For helping me… better understand myself.” His eyes are gleaming at me, and I’m fumbling. “I don’t know what it is, but you just make being me so… uncomplicated. When I’m with you, I don’t feellike I have to beonething, you know? Like, I’m not constantly stressing over what people will expect. If they’ll want Angel or Ari… If they want me to be a boy, or a girl. With you, I can be both, or neither. I’m just me, and you always see that. Like tonight, you showed up, and you just… got it.” He lets out a breath. “Anyway, I’m just trying to say… thank you. For a truly incredible evening.”
I love you.
Wait, what the fuck?!
What the hell was that??
Shifting in place, I clear my throat. “It was just dinner, pajarito.”
I didn’t mean to brush off his feelings, and all those wonderful things he just said to me. But I realize I have when I catch the slightly dejected look on his face.
I clear my throat and shake my head, brow furrowed, because I’m just so fucking lost. “I mean, you don’t have to thank me for any of that stuff. I just… want you to be happy. And feel good.” I gulp. “We could’ve done more… I wish we had.” I’m fumbling, and it’s so unlike me, it’s winding me up. “Next time, I’ll make it even more special.”
The soft smile is back as he wraps his arms around my waist. “All I need is this.”
Oh fuck me…
Okay, this isn’t good.
I have to… get… away.
