“Like this,” Roman held his wrists firmly above his head again, trapping him between his massive body and the soft bedding. He rolled against him, lifting him up and laying him down in steadily escalating waves. Roman was so beautiful, like a god of pleasure dictating how much he could stand and how long he might suffer this suspense before being rewarded.
“Roman,” he called, the plea implicit in his cry. He wanted to come and he wanted to be bathed in Roman’s semen simultaneously.
“Yes, baby boy,” Roman said as encouragement. “Let me see you lose control.”
The sensation began in his spine, then dipped lower. A tight, delicious pulse which swiftly expanded into a steady thrum, stretching him until he was razor thin before balling him up again. The pleasure shifted until it took hold of him entirely, forcing him to expel it from his cock and mouth in an orgasmic scream. Ezra’s throat was raw, his stomach sticky with his own spend but Roman still used him just like he’d asked, exactly as he needed it to be. Roman was so wonderful, so perfect…
When Ezra came to, Roman had cleaned the semen from his chest and tucked them both under a shared blanket. Ezra was wet down there, but he didn’t mind because it was Roman’s seed inside of him, claiming him when his cock no longer could. Ezra liked having the evidence—sore muscles, tender nipples, sticky hole—proof that he was indeed Roman’s cock warmer and cream pie and little cum slut.
Ezra reached for Roman’s soft penis, not wanting to be separated from his lifeline just yet.
“I washed up for you,” Roman said.
Ezra nodded and scooted back down between Roman’s legs, gently maneuvering Roman’s soft penis as far into his mouth as he could manage. Roman put on a basketball game and watched it while Ezra licked all of the sweat and salt from his scrotum and nursed the tiny droplets of fluid that gathered on his slit. Roman purred every now and then like a sated jungle cat.
After dinner, they lay on the couch with Ezra on top of him, slowly rising and falling with the steady rhythm of Roman’s breath. “Roman,” Ezra whispered, his voice a little scratchy.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Thank you for taking care of me today. I really needed that.”
“I needed it too. You had me worried, cutie. Are you going to take better care of my Ezra? Try not to skip meals and pull so many all-nighters?”
“I’ll try.”
“Next time I want you to come to me sooner. Don’t hold it inside or feel like you have to brave it alone. Whatever it is, we’ll figure out what you need together, okay?”
Ezra lifted his chin so that he might gaze into his lover’s warm brown eyes. Ezra loved Roman so much that it hurt whenever he thought about not having him. “Yes, sir,” he said softly.
“Good boy. Rest now and we’ll have some chocolate milk before bed.”
“Okay.”
20
Ezra’s Place
Roman had known all along that Ezra was exactly what he needed in his life, but he hadn’t had the same confidence in himself, until Ezra had come to him on the verge of a breakdown and begged him to take over. Roman hadn’t realized how severely Ezra had been neglecting his daily routines or how important structure and discipline were to his mental health. But now that he knew, he was committed to helping Ezra maintain his good habits.
Roman had also never experienced that sort of closeness with anyone before, had never glimpsed such raw vulnerability or been given the kind of control Ezra had placed in his hands. His trust was the most special kind of gift. Truthfully, he’d been scared of making things worse for his sensitive young lover, but Ezra had known what he needed, and with Roman’s attentions, his state of mind steadily improved throughout the weekend.
On Sunday, they cuddled and ate food and went in the hot tub for a little while. Ezra was subdued all morning but started to perk up more in the afternoon. Roman helped him to establish some boundaries with regard to his classmates and school demands, and they also discussed Roman taking over more of the household chores, which wasn’t an easy sell because Ezra wasveryparticular about the ways in which things were done.
And now that Ezra had balance back in his life, Roman was focused on meeting his own deadlines. After much deliberation, he ended up calling Wendy and running his intentions for her son by her. She seemed supportive of Roman’s endeavor and even gave him a few pointers as to how to manage Ezra’s emotional response.
“He’ll need time to process,” she said. Roman hadn’t really considered that even if he and Ezra wanted the same things, it might take a little while for Ezra to get used to the idea of change itself. Like a slow-moving ship, Ezra needed ample time and space to orient himself in a new direction.
He called his parents too, to keep them abreast of his plans. He promised they would meet Ezra soon enough, if not in person, then certainly by video chat.
“About time,” his father grumbled, which Roman took as a good sign.
On the evening of their special night, Roman told Ezra to dress sharply because they were going to a new place to have dinner.
“It isn’t Prime Cut?” Ezra asked with obvious disappointment, never wanting to be on the receiving end of any surprises.
“Nope,” Roman responded, sure that his giddiness must be showing.
Ezra squinted at him. “You’re acting very suspicious, Mr. Reynolds,” he said as he knotted his tie in front of the full-length mirror in Roman’s bedroom. Roman had convinced him to move some of his clothing over to what he now consideredtheirbedroom, if only to get Ezra used to the idea.
