I don’t hear Raiden’s answer, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he lets the other boy join them as well.
By the time every child has been picked up, Raiden is exhausted. He barely manages to drag his ass to the island counter and prop himself on one of our bar stools. My back is to him, I’m working on dinner for us tonight. Something light for what I have planned for us later.
“Did you know kids could be that exhausting? I swear, I played the “Cha Cha Slideten times in a row. By the last time I was all out of Cha Chas. Shouldn’t that song be extinct by now? It’s what we were dancing to when we were their age.” I turn my head to watch him as he wipes a bead of sweat away from his forehead with his arm. When his eyes catch mine, his face lights up. A wide smile taking over the previously exhausted lines around his eyes.
“It’s probably because you played it for them. How often do people listen to that now? They probably think it’s retro or whatever. You have no one to blame but yourself.” I turn my attention back to the sauce in my pan, gently stirring the ingredients around so they don’t stick. I hear Raiden’s growl ofannoyance and chuckle to myself. It’s so fun to poke the bear, especially after he’s had a long day. He starts off irritable, but by the time we make it into the bedroom he’s all smiles and pleasures as I blow his mind and his dick.
“Dinner should be ready soon, do you mind setting the table?” It's become a tradition of ours to set the table. It makes our nights together feel intentional. It’s not a couple eating because they have to, but an experience for two people to enjoy. A time when we can unwind and haveustime, with no interruptions and nothing from the outside world to burst our bubble.
Raiden sets the table, choosing a light pink color that compliments his hair. We found the placemats at an estate sale a few weeks ago, we picked them up along with a full stack of different colors and patterns. It’s always fun to watch Raiden decide which one he’s going to pick to set the tone.
“I love you, tiny dancer,” I whisper in his ear as I place the plate of pasta in front of him. It's a creamy, garlic pasta with a side of french bread that I toasted in the oven. I might have a calling to be a chef.
“Godddd, and I love you,” he says around a mouthful of pasta. I press a kiss to the crown of his sweaty head, and take my seat right beside him.
He places his hand on my leg, running gentle circles as he stuffs his face with food. In between big bites, he tells me about his dancers from today.
And it’s perfect. Everything about my life is perfect.
And I have Raiden to thank for that.
48
JERICHO
After dinner, we wash and dry the dishes, before Raiden decides on a movie. My heart is thumping erratically in my chest as I sit down on the couch, and Raiden sprawls himself across my lap, his head on my legs and his feet curled under him and close enough to my left side I can rub his feet after the movie starts.
When the beginning credits run, Raiden yawns, his jaw cracking as he stretches out like a contented cat, practically purring as he settles in to watch the movie. It’sHercules, one we’ve seen hundreds of times, and we’re likely to see hundreds more.
TheMusesstart their song and I rub the arch of Raiden’s foot, massaging the soft tissue until he groans in pleasure. My dick hardens in my pants in response.
I trail my fingers up his bare foot to his calf, rubbing the skin and feeling the soft hair on his legs against my palm as I trail them up his lean muscles and to the crease of his knee.
Raiden flinches, moving away from my ministrations, and glaring at me with fake heat in his eyes. “You know I’m ticklish back there,” he warns.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I tell him sincerely and ghosting my hand up to his thigh. His muscles are tight, the cords of muscle visible in the dim light from the movie. His skin is aglow with blue from the screen and I trace a cartoon cloud pattern on it, similar to the one on the screen.
He shivers, and goosebumps break out underneath my fingertips. He doesn’t stop me as I keep tracing cartoon drawings on his thigh, agonizingly creeping my way closer to his cock. It’s tucked away into the waistband on his tight shorts, the thin blue material calls my attention more than the movie on the screen.
Raiden fists the edge of my shirt in his palm, pulling it tight across the expanse of my chest, but his eyes are half-lidded and full of lust when I pull my gaze away from his hard cock.
Everything about him is a turn on for me, and I’ll weather any storm I need to be by his side.
I lean up, meshing our mouths together in a vicious tangle of heat, passion, and want. He groans into my mouth, long and low, as he trails his hands across the top of my shoulders to tangle his hand into my blonde locks. He loves running his hands through it as he falls asleep at night, so I’ve been growing it out.
He keeps our mouths secured with his tight grip in my hair as he trails his hands down to mine and intertwines them together over his hard dick.
Raiden nips my bottom lip, dragging the sensitive flesh inside his mouth and sucking the sting away. I maneuver our hands to cup him, feeling the jerk and flex of his cock as our mouths move in a sensual embrace.
Kissing him is better than anything I could have imagined. Sex is fine, but the intimacy I feel with his hand in my hair and our mouths joined is unmatched. It sets my blood on fire and freezes time until we’re the only two people left. The only two people who share a soul and a heart. Everything I am is his.
I pull him out, his warm length thumps against his belly, leaving a smear of precum against the tight muscles of his lower abdomen.
“Jer–” He pulls away from my mouth to start and I silence him with a hard press of my mouth.
“Let me make you feel good, tiny dancer,” I say, kissing my way from his mouth to his ear, biting his lobe and sucking it into his mouth. He rolls his head backwards, elongating his neck and showing off the flex of his muscles. His Adam's apple bobs with a swallow and I bite it, feeling him flinch under my mouth from the sting of pain.
Raiden’s nod is small, but it’s all I need to keep exploring his body with my mouth, kissing and biting every inch of him I can. Leaving behind my mark and the knowledge that I’m the one keeping him on the brink of ecstasy with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
