David shakes his head thoughtfully. “Unlikely. That’s not his thing. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen him with anyone.”
“No one has ever seen you with anyone either.”
I look at him questioningly, raising my eyebrows, but he just smiles, gently, lovingly. “But Finn knew long before we got together that I’m not into girls.”
“You told him?”
“No, you don’t have to tell Finn anything, Finn just senses these things. Don’t ask me how, I have no idea. But that’s why he’s overwhelmed so quickly.”
We sink onto the sofa under the stairs, away from the noise and a little apart from the others. We still can’t kiss, but at least it feels a little more intimate. Our thighs press against each other. David’s arm is on the back of the sofa behind me, but he doesn’t touch me. “You can’t stay, can you?”
He gently shakes his head. “But I’ll come for breakfast. You lie down in bed and before you wake up, I’ll be back.”
I turn to him, look at him, his beautiful, symmetrical face, his green eyes that radiate so much warmth for me. If anyone saw us like this, they would know immediately. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
***
I wake up when the bed sinks in behind me and a cold cheek presses against my back. “You’re back.”
“I promised, didn’t I? Move over, I’m not that skinny.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I quickly slide toward the wall and David glides behind me under my blanket. He’s naked, just like I am when I’m waiting for him. He’s probably already prepared, but instead of getting down to business, he snuggles up close to me.
Even though I’m much smaller than David, I’m usually the big spoon—not today. I don’t know what’s different today, but I’m enjoying it.
“I only slept for an hour and a half, can we just sleep for a bit more? I’m so fucking tired.” It’s rare that we actually sleep when we’re in bed together; we usually use the time for other things, but to be honest, I can’t keep my eyes open and I fall back to sleep so quickly that I should be embarrassed.
I wake up to gentle kisses on my neck and tender fingertips on my stomach. Touches that he himself can hardly accept. My boyfriend needs a firm touch, anything else tickles him. And yet he would never dare to touch me the way he wants to be touched. I’m very flexible in that regard; I just enjoy it when he musters the courage to take the first step and initiate intimacy, because for David, that’s a huge thing. Purring like a cuddly cat, I lie there a little longer, encouraging him to continue.
“Do you like that?” His words are soft, and I can hear the uncertainty in his voice, even after more than eighteen months together.
“Yes, babe. Very much so. Is there a reason you woke me up?”
“I... uh... thought... At home, I... um...” Is it wrong that his stuttering makes me so incredibly horny? In one smooth move, I turn onto him, pressing his body into the mattress with one hand and pushing his knee against his chest with the other. David groans, knowing he’s getting what he needs, andall the tension leaves his body.
I love having him under me like this. Submissive, completely at my mercy. “You’re prepped?”
He nods quickly and I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks.Wait… what…Surprised, I look up, because there is already something in his hole.
“What is that?”
“A butt plug.” Fuck, that’s hot.
“Is that for me? Can I play with it?” A slight nod is enough for me; I rarely get more than that from him. He’d prefer me to just do it, but I need a minimum of consent too.
I grab the base of the plug and pull on it slightly. David’s reaction is immediate, a deep, pleasurable moan vibrating in his chest. Okay, this is fun. I pull a little further, feeling the resistance of his muscle at first, then how it gives way. The sounds I tease out of him become softer, more pleading.
He lies in front of me with his eyes closed, his eyelids fluttering, biting his lower lip gently. Just a little bit. God, he’s so beautiful. Not sexy, not handsome. Beautiful. I kiss his pursed lips, freeing them from his teeth, only to bite down myself. The pain, combined with the pull on the plug, causes David to lose the last remnants of his self-control. He lets go completely; the plug gives way and slips out.
“More. Please.” For a second I’m perplexed, shit, the plug is big. “I’m loose, you can... please.”
Even if I wanted to, with him lying there in front of me like that, I can’t refuse him anything. “Give me a moment, I don’t want to hurt you.”
The next steps are automatic. Open the drawer, take out the lube, first on my cock, then I feel if and how much David still needs. He wasn’t lying, two fingers slide into his hole and even the third meets hardly any resistance. When I position my cock, he already pushes his hips toward me.
I pausebriefly, just to tease him a little. “So impatient? You need it that badly, babe?”
