10. Rio
The vehemence in Saint’s voice when he told me he didn’t like dominant/submissive play had my instincts tingling, and I absolutely meant it when I said that I wouldn’t bring it up again. I would not ask Saint for something he didn’t want to do. I had played quite a lot in the year after I left home, and I still enjoyed aspects of it, but if Saint didn’t like it – and that tone of voice said he did not like it – I would happily do without it.
The way he looked at me after I promised him that I wouldn’t bring it up again told me that it was the right choice, and that I had just won another measure of his respect. I smiled at him, leaned up and kissed him. “Do you want to go back to bed?”
Saint nodded, slinging his arms around me. He was half a head taller than I am, though his musculature was of the flat, wiry variety whereas mine is far more bulky and pronounced. “Thank you, Rio. Really.” He kissed me softly, just once, then sighed and dropped his arms. “Let’s go to bed. Maybe I’ll poke you in the ass again in the morning.”
I burst out laughing. “Once we get condoms and that blood test, I hope you do.”
We didn’t bother to put anything on for bed, and after a bit of negotiation, I wound up being Saint’s little spoon. He stroked my belly lightly and I melted into it. He felt wonderful around me, his skin warm and soft. I knew I was here to protect him, but in bed with him wrapped around me like this, I felt like he had my back, too, and I drifted off to a deep, dreamless sleep.
Saint was awake the next morning when I woke up, dotting kisses along my shoulders. “Hi,” he said, voice still rough from sleep, and his accent sent a shiver down my spine. He had a beautifully deep voice and the slight southern drawl added something that went right through me.
“Buen día,” I said, pressing myself back into him lightly. His morning erection was poking me again and I chuckled. “Keeping promises, I see,” I added.
“Mmhm,” he purred. “Care to lend a hand, if I return the favor?”
What I really wanted was closer to what Saint was doing now, but… I would be remedying at least the lack of condoms as soon as possible today.
I rolled over and ran my hand up his chest, neck, and into his hair. “Do you really like having your hair pulled?” I asked.
Saint’s cheeks colored up just a little. “Well… sometimes.” He swallowed. “Not hard but– if you’re into it and you’re getting closer to coming…”
I hummed. “Noted.” I kissed along his jaw and down his neck. “And you liked it when I bit you…” I said, as though I was listing my inventory of his likes, which of course I was. I kissed where I had bitten him yesterday, sucked lightly, then continued my trail southward. His nipples were peaked by the time I reached them and I kissed each, breathed over one and smiled when he shivered. “Tell me what else you like, Sexy,” I asked, smiling at him. He was flushed and breathing harder and he looked edible. He wasn”t the only one who was looking forward to sucking cock.
“I like giving head, getting it… uhm.” He stopped to collect his thoughts and I took pity on him and stopped massaging his pec so he could concentrate. “I like to ride my partner…”
“Do you like to top too?” I asked. He had alluded to it but I wanted to make sure. I wasn’t lying when I said I was versatile, but some men preferred one or the other.
“I do, sometimes,” Saint said. “You’d like me to?”
I moaned softly, running my hand along his length. “I would. This looks like it’s curved just right.” I kissed down his smooth belly to his navel and gave him a saucy smile. “What about…” I kissed his belly button and ran my tongue along the edge, and he jumped like I’d poked him with a stick.
I grinned at him as he stared at me. “R– rimming?” he asked. I was beginning to wonder how many partners he had had prior to his celibacy given his reactions, but it had been a long time and I seemed to remember going off like a bottle rocket the first few times once I got out and started hooking up again. I nodded in answer to his question and he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Christ, we need condoms.”
“We do, but first, that hand I mentioned.” I reached for the lube and stroked it over his cock, smiling at the deep moan he gave in response. He took a little lube too and together we worked each other, beginning to mirror our movements in a way that was really working for me. He came first, which wasn’t surprising, but I didn’t take much longer. I ran my hand through the combination of semen on Saint’s belly and sighed, laying back against the pillows. “You are espléndido…” I murmured, and he flushed.
“Thank you, Rio,” he said softly. “You too.” He leaned over to kiss me, and we lay together for a short while before my stomach grumbled and he chuckled. “Let’s go eat,” he said, then grinned. “And then go shopping.”
***
We had breakfast at a little diner, omelets for both of us. Mine was full of sauteed peppers, olives, cheese, and jalapenos, and Saint’s was full of sausage, onions, and cheese. They were very good, with toast and coffee on the side. Saint ate his with relish, his eyes roaming over me at intervals in a way that made me get the urge to flex, though I squashed it at least for the time being.
“So, once we get done here, we’re heading to the pharmacy?” I asked.
The corner of Saint’s mouth tipped up and he nodded slowly. “And then the clinic?”
“Works for me,” I said over my coffee cup.
The pharmacy was small but surprisingly well-stocked, and I picked up a fresh bottle of lube too, since they had some decent brands on the shelf. As inconvenient as having no condoms was, the next stop would probably mean we wouldn’t need them soon. No getting around needing lube though. Saliva is no substitute, and please don’t ask me how I know that.
I asked Saint if he had a preference for condoms and tilted his head a little. “No? Why?”
“Because look at them all,” I said, gesturing. “I wanna make sure you’re enjoying it. I liked these before.” I picked up a variety pack that had a few flavored ones. I didn’t mind the natural taste, but I wasn’t a huge fan of the taste of latex.
Saint nodded and I tucked them under my arm too. “Want anything else?”
Saint shook his head, and I realized that he had gone quiet sometime after we checked out and were on our way into the clinic.
“Hey Sexy,” I murmured, stopping him before we went through the second set of doors. “No pressure. Don’t have to do this.”
Saint looked at me quickly, brows pulling together, and I frowned too. I pulled him over to the corner in the little clinic entryway and moved into his space a little so I could speak quietly. “Saint, what’s up?”
Saint sighed. “You’re too sweet.”
I head tilted for what felt like a full minute, though in reality it was no more than a second or two. “Uh. I am?”
“You are! Christ last night and this morning and– and– the condoms and all of it.” He crossed his arms. “Look, can we talk later? I have something on my mind, yes, but this isn’t the place and I do want to do this.”
I searched his face and body language for a minute and then nodded. If nothing else, a fresh test wasn’t a bad thing.
We spoke to the nurse and were taken back individually. I hated needles, but I remembered Saint’s voice telling me he wanted to suck me off and it was a lot easier than usual. I chuckled when the nurse left, deciding I would tell him about that.
We were told the results would be ready in twenty-four to forty-eight hours and sent on our way, and we decided to go back to our room. After all, there were talks to have and condoms to test.
I cracked open a cold bottle of water when we got back to the room, tossing one to Saint too. “Talk?” I asked.
Saint huffed. “Here I was hoping you”d want to try out the condoms first.”
I laughed and shook my head, dropped down on the bed, and got comfortable against the head of the bed. I held out my arm. “Easier this way?” I asked.
Saint wavered but lay down next to me and shivered as I ran my fingers through his hair. “What”s on your mind? What do you mean I”m ‘too sweet?’”
Saint gave a short, harsh chuckle. “Exactly what I said. You’re all gruff in the streets and you’re sweet as hell in the sheets. I’m having a little trouble processing that.”
I was silent for a moment as I attempted to process what Saint was saying. “I… yes? I mean I can be nasty in the sheets too but–”
I began to idly stroke the base of his skull and he released a soft breath. “Rio… I… Remember the question you asked in the shower?”
“Yes…” I replied warily.
“I lied.” He swallowed, hesitated, and then drew a deep breath. “I haven’t always avoided dom/sub play, and I don’t always hate it.” He was choosing his words very carefully and my instincts were screaming at me. “I… rarely. In certain situations. But I hadn’t intended to do that again.” He rested his hand on my belly and stroked lightly with his thumb, and I realized after a moment that he wasn’t trying to soothe me but himself. I stroked my hand up and down his back, offering him an encouraging hum.
“You’re very sweet, and since you’re sweet and… kind… I find that the thought of… something like that… with you is becoming more and more attractive.” Saint finally admitted. By the time he got his words out, he was visibly and audibly anxious, his body tight and thrumming.
“Sure,” I said, keeping my voice quiet. “I am a dominant switch. Which role do you prefer?” I suspected I knew the answer but I was going to ask him anyway.
“I’m a submissive in most cases,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind switching? Probably? I’ve never done it.”
Exactly as I suspected. And now I had another suspicion. “And what kind of submissive are you?”
Saint froze, shifted, and raised his head to look at me. “What?”
“What kind of submission gives you pleasure?” I asked. “I am experienced with service subs, brats, masochists though that isn’t my preference, and once there was a rope bunny but that made me too nervous. Kept picturing doing something wrong and next thing I knew he would be trussed up like a fucking goose.”
Saint was frowning harder. I continued to stroke him and he lay against my chest as he looked at my face, clearly thinking about what I was saying. “Saint… You’ve played before?”
His frown turned to a dark scowl. “Yeah.”
“And what did you do?”
“Whatever he told me to do,” Saint answered, and oh that was why my instincts were on high alert.
“But what did you like?” I asked again. “Or what would you like?”
“I like my hair pulled a little. I like… I like to do what I’m told. I like to do a good job.” He was now addressing my stomach, but he peeked at me again and I could tell there was something else he would not, or could not, say.
“You’re a service sub, it sounds like. You don’t like to get in trouble or goad your Dom into making you behave?”
Saint shook his head.
“You like to be praised and rewarded for doing a good job?” I asked, and his cheeks took a deep red flush that more than answered the question for me. “I can do that,” I said, deepening my voice and stretching up to kiss him lightly. He hummed into it and I smiled. “Tell me your limits, Sexy,” I purred.
Saint’s breath caught and I felt a flush of pleased arousal. I waited for a moment, letting him collect himself, smiling encouragingly, but he kept quiet. Finally, I hummed. “Would you like to hear mine?”
Saint nodded immediately.
“Hard limits are any kind of bathroom play, more pain than a spanking, blood, humiliation, and non-consent scenarios,” I said, ticking them on my fingers. “Does that help?”
Saint nodded again. “Those things, yes,” he agreed easily. He was stroking my belly again, staring at his hand. “So you want to play with me?”
“I do,” I said. “How about once the tests are back? If everything there is good – and it will be – then we play.”
Saint smiled. “But we have condoms to try out now,” he said, and I chuckled.
“Yes we do, and we should get right on that…” I said and pulled him down over me to kiss.