Jesus, this man. This beautiful, perfect man.
I pull him to his feet. James comes easily as I lead him tothe bed. We climb in together, and I pull him close again, wrap my arms around him, my dick going soft because that’s not what this moment is about anymore. I kiss away his tears, touch him everywhere, want him to feel loved because he is. This man is so used to feeling alone, unloved and unneeded, that everything from today is too much for him, and it’s overloading his senses.
“I’m sorry,” I say. Maybe I should have read that situation better, should have anticipated the emotions he’s feeling and made better choices.
“No,” he says. “Don’t be sorry. I want it. I held it all in before. I didn’t know how to let it out, but I can with you, and I want to keep doing it, want to keep feeling it.”
We’re both on our sides, facing each other, my hand running up and down his back and side. “Do you want to know I love you? That I’m in love with you, James?” I kiss his tearstained face, my heart thudding in an unfamiliar way. I’ve never put it all out there to someone before, never had these kinds of feelings, and it’s a scary thing.
His eyes widen, big and happy. “You’re in love with me?”
“Yes.” I smile, then press my forehead to his. “Very, very in love with my good boy. My dirty, slutty boy who likes to be used by his Sir.”
James trembles. “Can I lie on you?”
I roll to my back. “Yes.”
He climbs on top of me, straddles me, nuzzles his face in my neck, then my armpit, breathing and licking and tasting. “I’m in love with you too. It’s not as scary as I thought.”
“No?”
“No. Because I trust you.”
I seal our mouths together, hands on his face, holding him in place so I can kiss him with everything I have.
“Fuck me, Sir. Please. I want your cock. Need to feel youstretching me. I want you to come in me.”
There’s absolutely no way I can deny him that. I flip us over so James is on his back. His cock is wet with precum as I pull the cage off him.
He keeps the lube in the bottom drawer in his nightstand, so I bend over, reaching down to grab it, and… “You kept them?” I ask, seeing a baggie full of yellow sticky notes. They say a little bit of everything—tell him to have a good day, that he’s a good boy, that I’m thinking of him or proud of him or dirty things I want to do to him. “You kept all my messages?”
“Every single one. I’ll keep them all if you keep giving them to me.”
“I’ll never stop,” I promise, and I won’t. If I didn’t love him before, I’d be a goner now. “How does my favorite hole, the one I’m in love with, want to be fucked?”
“Can I ride you?” He looks up at me as I kneel over him.
“Yes. My boy gets whatever he wants. This was your day.”
“It’s your birthday,” he reminds me.
“I already got what I want.” I press my lips to his, James’s hands now running up and down my back, looking up at me with watery eyes again.
“Me.”
“You.” I kiss him again. “We good?”
“Yes, Sir. I freshened up earlier.”
“Because you knew you’d need some dick?”
“Your dick. I knew I’d need your dick.”
I slick my fingers with lube, then press one inside him before using two, stretching him, fucking him with them, alternating between kissing him and sucking his dick while I get him ready to take me. We’re both hard as stone. I’ve known I’m in love with him for a while now, but this will be different because James knows how I feel, and I know how he feels.
He kept my sticky notes.
Once he’s ready, I lie on my back. “Climb on,” I tell him, holding my dick for him.
