I think about spending every night this way, and it brings a broad smile to my face.
We sit there for quite a while, watching the documentary and snuggling. I almost miss it when he whispers softly, “I love you too, you know?”
I turn my head quickly and see he’s looking directly at me. His eyes shine with that love and vulnerability. And maybe a little bit of fear as if I won’t say it back. “I know,” I say, being a little cocky, but also... I do know that. It’s in every action he’s made.
He rolls his eyes, but he laughs, grasping my face in his hand and kissing my lips. “Never had a doubt, huh?”
“Nope.” I pull him into my lap and let him hold my face to study me the way he likes to. “Youshowme you love me. Every single day.”
I see something on his face now that I can’t quite read. Like maybe he wants to ask me something. But he doesn’t say anything, and I don’t pry. He’ll tell me or ask me whenever he’s ready. I lean forward and kiss him, needing to feel him.
Needing him.
Soon we’re tugging our clothes off and totally naked on his couch, our leaking cocks rutting together while my hands squeeze his firm ass cheeks. “Need you inside me,” he says breathlessly. “Lube. Why don’t I keep lube in here?” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine as he pants and slides his slick cock against mine.
I don’t think our pre-cum is enough for me to enter him though, and God, I want that, but I want something else too.
“Let’s go to your room,” I say, gently nudging him off my lap. He pouts but takes my hand anyway, and as soon as we reach his bedroom, he heads straight for the drawer next to his bed and grabs the lube.
I don’t stop him when he lies flat on his back, watching me with hooded eyes as he slicks up his fingers and starts to stretch himself open. I stare at him, watching his lithe body as he opens himself up for me. I can’t take it anymore and climb over his body, finding his lips as his slick hand wraps around my cock, slicking me up.
He tries to direct me to his waiting hole, but I pull back to look into his eyes. “I can’t wait to be inside you again,” I say honestly.
“I can’t either.” Again, he notches my dick at his hole, but I don’t press forward.
I know he’s getting frustrated, and it’s really fucking cute. “Dakota...” I whisper, and something in my voice must catch his attention because he looks up at me. “I want all of you. Everything with you. I want to feel you inside me.”
His eyes shoot wide, and it would be funny if I wasn’t a little sad at how surprised he looks—or unsure. Like he never saw that coming. “You do?”
I nod. “If you don’t want to do that though, it’s totally fine with me. I just wanted to try it.” Now I’m rambling. “I don’t know if I’ll even like it or?—”
He moves his un-lubey hand up to my mouth and covers it. “I’ll give you anything I can, Gabe.”
I smile against his palm, and he drops it. “Yeah?”
He smirks. “I mean, my ass feels a little empty for my liking right now, but to have the chance to be inside you? I’ll recover.”
I smirk and lean down to lick into his mouth, kissing him hard and longer than I meant to before pulling back. “Well, if you come before me, we could always switch places. I think that’s a thing.”
He nods his head over and over comically. “Oh yeah. It’s a thing. We would make it a thing if it wasn’t already, but it is, and hell yes.”
God, I love this man.
“Come here,” he directs, pulling my body into his, and I hear the snick of the lube cap again before his hand moves to my crease. One slick finger trails down until he’s at my hole. He slowly gets me ready for him, one finger and then two. He fits three inside me, each one with care and tenderness before I’m pushing back against his fingers, our dicks gliding together with pre-cum and lube.
Soon he’s removing his fingers and then notching his slick cock at my hole but doesn’t push inside. “Ride me,” he says. “Take your time. Do what feels right, and if you hate it, stop. If it hurts, go slower or stop. We have all the time in the world.”
I sit back a little, my hands going over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach, loving the few hairs there that prickle against my skin. I slide back a little, taking the tip inside my body as hishands drag up over my chest and pecs, flicking over my nipples and making me groan.
I start to rock my hips, letting him enter me slowly. Taking him in. Reveling in every single inch of his long cock spearing me open. “Fuck,” I groan. It doesn’t hurt. I just feel full.
When he’s fully seated inside me, I lean forward and steal his lips as his hands move to my hips. He doesn’t try to direct me. Just holds onto me as I start to rock, taking him nearly out of my body and then back in again, over and over.
When he hits my prostate, I cry out softly. The feeling inexplicable. “Oh fuck.”
He smirks at me and then thrusts forward, hitting it again. He’s panting, and I notice all his muscles are pulled tight.
“You’re going to make me come,” I say. “Which is fine by me...”
