I love Raiden, I do, from the bottom of my heart. But the way he treats punctuality as an option instead of a requirement makes my eye twitch, and I think the only reason he still does it is because he loves seeing me annoyed. He loves smooching on my face while I try to stoically keep a hold of my annoyance, but it never stays.
After everything we’ve been through, I would rather be late to everything for the rest of my life rather than living another minute without him.
He breezed out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and didn’t take as long as I suspected, thankfully.
He’s gorgeous. Every single time I see him I’m still shocked that he chose me, out of everyone he could have, to build a life with.
His smooth skin is glowing, a slight shimmer of gold against the pink skin of his sunburn. I told him to wear more sunscreen when we went to Damon’s baseball game yesterday, but he refused to listen. I had to slather the poor baby in aloe vera last night while he whined into the pillow about how he was overheating.
Toned thighs peek out of the holes of his jeans and the black baby doll tee he has on is embroidered with bouquets of daisies all over it. In short– he looks perfect. As he always does.
“You’re extraordinary,” I tell him, pulling his body close to mine as he steps into my space. I’m helpless to do anything but press a kiss to his lips, tasting the cherry lip gloss he loves so much.
“Who? Me?” He teases when he breaks our kiss, leaning back to scan up and down my body. The shorts I have on show off my prosthetic, something I never thought I would be comfortable doing, but with Raiden’s support and our joint therapy sessions, I’m slowly overcoming my issues of not being enough. I’ve never figured out where they originally started stemming from. It’s obvious to say after my accident but even before then I never felt worthy of Raiden. And even now I still struggle with the thought that he’s settling for me. That might be something I struggle with forever, but I trust him not to leave my side.
“Obviously… don’t play pretend.” I lean forward and tug his bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on the skin and sucking it until he’s moaning and rocking his hips against my leg.
“So fucking needy,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist, and he wraps his legs around my waist. Our dicks are pressed together through our pants. The pressure causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head as Raiden keeps his tongue in my mouth, exploring every crevice with his sweet tongue and moaning into my mouth.
I walk us over to the couch, unceremoniously dropping him on the cushions and watching his flushed face as his body bounces. I take in every inch of his beauty.
I kiss his neck, sucking on the warm flesh and tasting his floral perfume and his clean skin. He arches his neck back against the cushions, his pink hair creating a flower of pastel around his head. Like the perfect spring prince he is.
He has me coming undone at the seams, from the way he rolls his eyes when he thinks I’m being silly to the way he tastes on my tongue, I’ll never tire of this. Never tire of seeing him in the throes of pleasure with his mouth parted as he makes those sweet fucking gasps that is better than any worship.
Pushing my tongue into his belly button, his laughter is music to my ears. He used to hate me touching his belly button, but now he seems to enjoy any attention I lavish him in.
Unbuttoning his pants, I tug the zipper down, careful to not snag his hard cock in the teeth. He springs out, hard and leaking, smacking his lower belly with a lewdthump.
I devour him with my eyes, making sure not to miss a millimeter of worshipping him with my gaze.
“What do you want, tiny dancer? Do you want my fingers, mouth, or cock?”
“Yes,” he pleads, staring down at me with brown irises glazed over in pleasure. His chest is heaving with the deep breaths seesawing out of him. Pretty pink pebbled nipples begging for my mouth.
“Just like I said…” I tell him, leaning up and sucking one of his nipples into his mouth as he cries out. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, holding it steady while I lap at his sensitive peaks. “You’re so fucking needy for me, aren’t you baby?”
“Y-yes. Fuck yes, Jer.”
I’m one hundred percent sure that I could tell him thatRuPaul is the president of the United States and he would agree with me.
“Tell me, what do you want me to do to you? Don’t leave any details out.” My dirty dancer loves being told what to do in bed.Get on your knees. Suck my cock. Choke, don’t bite me.But sometimes it’s fun to hear what he can come up with. The other night he wanted to ride my face while he tried spelling out my name with his hips. That ended up with him bent in half as I pounded him into the mattress until I was worried we were going to break the bed frame.
“Ohh goddd…” He moans when I bite his nipple because he takes too long to answer me.
“God isn’t here baby, now tell me what you want. Make sure to cry out my name while you’re at it. I don’t want to hear anyone else’s name on those pretty lips.” I pull my mouth away from his nipple long enough to speak the words against his skin. He shudders, but I keep my eyes on him while he wets his lips, opening and closing his mouth as he figures out how to speak what’s on his mind.
“I want your mouth and your fingers…” He trails off so I do what he says, trailing my fingers across his abdomen, tracing the tense muscles with gentle fingertips and my mouth follows the same path, never getting close to anything good, but maybe it’ll be enough to encourage him to keep talking.
“Lower, Jer, please, please.” He reaches for my hands, and I oblige him, letting him thread our hands together and bring them to his leaking cock.
He lets go, watching me with bated breath for what I do with my hand positioned on his cock and my mouth hovering above his hip bone.
“Tell me more,” I urged him.
“I want your mouth… on my dick. And your fingers…”
That’s enough for me, for right now. I’m greedy for hiswords, but I’ll give him a reward for at least telling me part of it. It’s so funny to see all the different sides of him. The seductress outside the bedroom, the confident dancer, and the shy man who’s content to let me take control in the bedroom.
