Des tilted his head back,giving Othello access to his neck, moaning loudly. He was straddling Othello's lap with his lover's hard cock pounding inside of him.
He’d been surprised when he opened the door, and Othello stood on the other side. He hadn't expected to see his lover that night. Since they met up with his parents, they had been going hot and heavy over the past few weeks, with Othello taking him on romantic dates and even taking a quick weekend trip.
But tonight, Othello told him he would be working late and that they might not see each other. When he opened the door, hehadn't gotten one word out before Othello pulled him in his arms and claimed his lips; before he knew it, he was straddled over the man's lap with his cock buried inside of him.
"Othello," Des whimpered as Othello's cock hit his prostate each time it went in and out of him. Othello growled against his skin, grasping his waist and digging his nails into Des's flesh.
"Oh fuck, right there," Des groaned, swerving his waist, holding on to the back of the couch, meeting Othello thrust for thrust. He reached back with a hand and grasped one of his balls, massaging and gently pulling on it as he rode Othello's cock, feeling his orgasm building. Their bodies move in sync, his heart beating loudly, his skin flushed with heat and drenched in sweat. Othello's tongue trailed down and captured a nipple in his mouth, biting on the nub. His cock was sandwiched between them, rubbing on the firmness of their abdominal muscles, bringing him even closer.
"Mmm..." Des moaned as Othello's cock went so deep inside of him it felt as if he were rearranging his guts. "O, I'm—fuck," he whimpered, unable to finish his words, cumming between them. His body shook just as Othello's teeth bit on his nipple, just as his nails dug deeper into his flesh. Othello's thrusts didn't stop. He hummed against Des's skin when he gently pulled on Othello’s balls, circling his hips, fucking his cock.
Des wanted to pull all pleasurable sounds from Othello, and he wanted to drive the man so fucking crazy that he would become an addict for him and no one else. They had made love so many times over the past few weeks that he had become accustomed to Othello's large cock pounding inside of him and didn't think anyone could be compared to him. He knew he was falling in love with Othello. Des knew it was early in their relationship, buthe couldn't help it. He wanted to be with Othello no matter what the future held for them.
"Tesoro," Othello growled against his chest. His balls drew tight in Des's hand, and his body stiffened beneath him as hot cum seared his walls, bringing a pleasurable hum from Des's lips, not caring that neither thought about a condom.
Des fell on top of Othello, panting heavily. Othello wrapped his arms around him, kissing his sweaty hair.
"I told you this was a good fucking couch," Othello rasped, and it made Des chuckle and closed his eyes, snuggling against his lover whose cock was still buried inside of him.
Sometime later,after they had cleaned up, they were back on the couch with Des sitting between Othello's spread legs and his back against his bare chest. They'd ordered Portuguese takeout, polished off a bottle of red wine, and were working on their second. He was feeling a nice buzz along with Othello's hard cock pressing and pulsating against his ass.
The man is insatiable.He couldn't deny it, but so was he. Each time Othello was near, his body hummed with excitement. "You still haven't told me why you're here," Des said, breaking the silence between them.
"Do I need a reason to see you?"
Leaning his head on Othello's shoulder, Des looked at the handsome man. "Of course not, but you told me you would be busy tonight."
"I finished my meeting early, but I had to see you before I left the country."
"Are you running away without me?" Des sat up and straddled Othello's legs, draping his arms over his shoulders. "Where are you going?"
"Japan. I need to handle some business." Othello chuckled, grabbing his hips, bringing Des’s ass over his cock. "I'll be leaving early in the morning. But I'll only be gone for a couple of days, back in time for my parents' anniversary party."
"Oh," Des said, suddenly feeling upset, not because Othello was leaving town. But he didn't know if he should feel annoyed that Othello hadn't asked him to be his date. Des didn't want to assume they were at the parents-meeting-each-other phase yet since they hadn't been together that long. Also, it wasn't as if he hadn't met Othello's parents before, but if he went to the party, it would be as his lover and not his former doctor. "I hope you and your date have fun."
"I'm sure we will," Othello said.
Angry, Des got off Othello and the couch and then started cleaning up.How dare he not ask me and take someone else?He mentally grumbled, throwing the empty dinner containers in the trash. He began washing the dishes when strong arms slinked around his waist, and Othello's chin rested on his shoulder.
"It's a black-tie affair, so make sure to look extremely handsome when you officially meet my folks," he said softly, causing Des to stop what he was doing and turn his head to glare at the man smirking cheekily at him.
"Why are you such an asshole? Couldn't you say I was your date rather than make me think you're taking someone else?" Des argued.
"Who else would I take?" Othello chuckled.
"I don't know, what if I'm..." He never got a chance to finish his statement since Othello turned him in his embrace.
"I might not be a nice person, Des, but when I'm with someone, I would never cheat on them," he growled. "So get that fucking thought out of your head right now."
Des was about to apologize but held back from saying anything. What was he apologizing for? Their relationship was new, and he was inexperienced. Who's to say a more experienced man wouldn’t catch his eye? At that thought, Des realized that he might not fully trust Othello and didn't know why. Looking into his lover's face, he hoped Othello would see his unease and say something assuring that he had nothing to worry about, but he released Des and walked to the bedroom, coming back with his shirt on and buttoning it up.
"Why are you getting dressed?" Des asked.
"I have to go home and pack for my trip. My flight leaves in a few hours, and I have things to take care of before I go," he explained, moving closer to Des and gathering him in his arms. "Be good while I'm gone. I'll have Tallen come and hang out with you."
"You don't have to do that," Des said, still feeling out of sorts. "I have friends, you know?"
"I'll feel better knowing one of my guys is with you." He kissed Des on his lips softly. "Don't drink too much while I'm gone. Youknow how you get when you're drunk. I don't want to return to hear you've been in a fight with the Beast again."
