“Ohhh fu– fuck.” Raiden’s moans are loud in the quiet of our house. A cacophony of his pleasure.
It’s agony watching him pleasure himself. I want to be the one to do it. To feel his rigid length under my hand, feel the staccato of his breaths sawing in and out of him in the throes of pleasure, feeling the release pulse from his body.
He comes on a long breathy moan that I can feel all the way to my toes, and my dick flexes hard, the tingling in the base of my spine crescendos before a slow trickle of cum releases from my tip. It’s slow and with every pulse I fight the urge to cry from the lack of stimulation. When I finally come back online, my release and Raiden’s are both pooled in my pubic hairs, the pearlescent fluid standing stark and bright against the dark hair.
“Wow.” Raiden says, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as he tries to catch his breath.
“Wow, indeed.” I hum as I try to catch my own breath. Mydick is sensitive and when Raiden traces his finger across the slit head to catch some of the leftover come, I flinch.
He chuckles before sucking his finger into his mouth. Raiden moans, making a show of cleaning the digit before smiling widely at me. I grasp his face in between my palms and pull his face into mine to kiss him, tasting myself in his mouth.
My dick tries to rally, but with the sharp bite of pain I doubt I’ll be able to get it up again.
“Food’s cold,” I murmur against Raiden’s mouth, not wanting to separate myself from him yet.
“Probably soggy, too.” But he turns back around in my lap, avoiding my sore dick. When he’s comfortable, I offer him a bite of food.
And that’s how we finish breakfast, sharing bites of pancakes and enjoying the quiet morning and the bliss from our shared orgasms.
Raiden helps me with the dishes, drying them and putting them away as I wash them. It’s quicker with the two of us and by the time we’re done, it’s still early enough in the morning that the slight dew is covering the grass in the backyard. The morning light is cutting through the cloudy sky, promising slight rain and minimal damage. Nothing we can’t handle.
The stone path is a beacon to where I want to take him, the building I’ve been working on preparing.
Raiden is on my back, cocooned to me like a baby koala, wearingmyclothes. After our romp in the kitchen, his shorts had cum stains on them so he wanted to change out of his pajamas. I didn’t know that him changing out of his clothes meant changing into mine, but as he walked downstairs wearing my sweatpants, the possessive beast inside of me quieted the slightest bit. The sweatpants are too big, tied tightly around his waist and rolled up at the ankles. He forwent underwear, because I can see the slight back and forth movement of his cock through the thin layer of cotton. To complete the outfit,he’s wearing one of my old shirts from high school. A football camp shirt with way too many rips that I cut the sleeves out of to resemble a muscle tank, it shows off the sides of his torso all the way down to the band of the sweatpants. His lean muscles flexing with every step he took.
And now I’m having to act like I’m not freaking out about showing him what I’ve been working so hard on. I’m sure he can feel my pulse thundering from where he has his palms resting across my chest as I carry him across the stones to the building.
“This backyard is hugeeee. What else are you putting out here?” He asks, his breath tickling my ear.
“I’m not sure yet. What do you want to put out here? I’m planning on a fireplace and chairs, but anything else you want I’m up for.”
Raiden hums noncommittally.
He sounds like he doesn’t believe me. Doesn’t he know that I would do anything to make him happy? Haven’t I proven that time and time again? Maybe this will be the push he needs to realize that I’ll do anything I can to make his life easier, and to bring him as much happiness as he brings me.
I open the door to the building, glad I remembered to turn on the heat last night while he was busy inside with everyone. The cold isn’t unbearable, but it is uncomfortable. And I’m sure with the thin layers of clothes Raiden has on he would have been freezing.
A shocked gasp leaves his mouth, before he’s scrambling off my back. I can’t see his facial reaction from his position behind me, so I try to turn around. He doesn't let me see him though, he hides behind me as I try to maneuver myself around him.
“What are you doing?” I finally ask, frustrated at this cat and mouse game.
“Hiding, obviously.” The snark is a defense mechanism, because the sniffle behind his words betrays him.
“Let me see you, tiny dancer.” I grab his arm, stopping him from running away, his face is downturned but I can see a trail of liquid running down his cheek.
“No, you’ll think I’m stupid.” His voice is small, and I reach out to run my fingers across his cheek to wipe away his tears.
“No, I won’t.” I promise to him, trying to calm him down.
“Well, I think I’m stupid.”
I pull him into my arms, knowing that when he gets like this, he needs to be reassured. I don’t know what that asshole Josh did to him, but I’ll spend the rest of my life helping Raiden work through his issues. If he needs to be a brat and let his emotions run loose for a few minutes, he’s more than welcome to. As long as he comes back to me, that’s all I can ask for.
“You’re not stupid, baby.” My words are soft, meaningful in the dawn of our first morning together. “This is a surprise I’ve been working on for you, one of the nurses at the hospital told me I needed a hobby. Something to keep me busy and to prevent me from drowning without you here to save me.”
I inhale a deep breath before I continue, baring the parts of myself that I tucked away while he was in the hospital. “I bought this house for us. I wanted something that the two of us could grow in, something we could have that wasjust for us.Where we could laugh, play games, dance around the kitchen in our underwear. Do whatever we want, as long as we’re together.”
“Jer–” Raiden looks up at me, his brown irises drowning in tears.
