Wylie
Eight weeks later, Diego was working in the kitchen of a locally owned, farm-to-table restaurant in Gainesville and had signed up to start classes at Santa Fe Community College in the new year.
And, of course, there was the sex.
“Right there,” Diego said in his begging voice.
“You wouldn’t,” Diego said, sounding a little nervous.
“I might,” Wylie sing-songed. He traced the throbbing vein at the base of Diego’s cock and squeezed both his balls to make his point. “You gotta convince me that you’ve earned this one, babe. I’ve been doing all this work back here and you’ve hardly said a word.”
Diego was a quiet, thoughtful man whose expressions often turned inward.
He took his time and liked to mull things over, but even respecting that about him, Wylie wanted him to be comfortable with communicating his needs in bed, especially as their dynamic shifted over time.
He never wanted to do anything to truly upset Diego, so check-ins like these were necessary.
“Fuck…what do you want me to say?” Diego asked, sounding a little desperate.
“The usual. ‘Please, baby. More, Wylie. Rail me harder, daddy, with that big, fat dick. God, how I love you. Marry me or I’ll die’.” The last part Wylie threw in for good measure, wishing to plant the seeds of their future nuptials.
Diego snorted, something between amusement and impatience. “Move your ass and maybe I will.”
“Hmm, try again,” Wylie said and corrected him with a sharp spank to his rear end.
Diego stilled, then cleared his throat and made his voice as beseeching as possible. “Wy, please, let me come. I’ll make you a million chicken parms and suck you off on command. Whenever you want it.”
Fuck, but that was enticing. Having Diego blow him in the morning before he got out of bed with only a word or a look or taking a study break to have him already down there on his knees with his mouth wide open. Or maybe he’d text him when he was on his way home…
“Would you wait for me to come home? Be ready for me on your knees.”
“Yes…” Diego groaned. “Whatever you want. Now fuck me, please?”
Wylie couldn’t get a better deal than that.
He moved then, syncing up in perfect harmony, giving Diego more of what he wanted in just the right way.
His lover reacted in kind, partnering with him in a dance they both knew so well.
Wylie controlled the rhythm, allowing Diego to fully let go as his more animalistic side surfaced.
His big body trembled beneath him and he said in a rasping, desperate voice, “Yes, Wy. Please. More. More of that. Right there. God, it feels so good. I need to…need to fucking blow. Please, baby. I love you so much. Please let me finish? Pleeeease?”
Wylie was more than satisfied with Diego’s response, and a primal part of him needed to make his man orgasm, despite his threats of denial.
He deftly removed the ring and took hold of Diego’s cock, jerking him hard and fast as he delivered his final, bruising thrusts, sparking Diego’s prostate in what he knew would be the crescendo to this performance.
Diego bellowed like a bull as his cock spurted into Wylie’s fist, an abundance of cum that seeped out between Wylie’s knuckles and dripped onto the bedsheets.
Wylie came soon after with a gasp of pleasure and a warmth in his chest–satisfaction, pride, and gratitude—thankful again that he had this man in his life to love and cherish.
Wylie held out his cummy hand, and Diego licked it clean, giving them both some additional time to come back to themselves.
With his other hand he rubbed Diego’s back, then fisted his hair, continuing to center him through their recovery, moments that were essential for Diego’s peace of mind and couldn’t be rushed.
“How you feeling?” Wylie asked as part of their check-in. Diego was now lying on his back and staring up at him with a dazed expression while Wylie knelt between his spread thighs.
“Good,” Diego said in that slightly stoned, post-orgasm voice of his.
“What’d you think of the cock ring?”
“Fucking sucked,” Diego said, “but I liked it.”
Wylie smiled. He’d suspected as much. “What about when I spanked you?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Diego said with a dreamy smile. Wylie made a mental note to explore that more in the future.
“You know you shouldn’t make such tempting promises during sex,” Wylie warned in regards to his carte blanche on blow jobs. “I might hold you to it.”
“Then do it,” Diego challenged, meeting his lusting gaze head-on.
Wylie was floored, yet again, by his adventurous lover and instead of answering right away, he handed Diego the glass of water and watched him swallow it down while waiting for his turn to take a drink.
Setting the glass aside, Wylie grabbed his vape and Diego rolled over onto his stomach, head turned toward him as he asked, “Not going to clean me up?”
“Not yet,” Wylie said. He was in no rush to move from this bed, nor from the sweet, sensuous bubble of their lovemaking.
“My underwear’s going to be damp all night from where your splooge leaks out,” Diego complained, shifting from the sensation.
Wylie eyed the slope of Diego’s back, the gorgeous dip before the rise of his ass, a landscape Wylie had memorized with his mouth and his hands. He should commission one of his art student friends to paint Diego, then frame it and hang it up on their wall.
“I could plug you,” Wylie said in response to Diego’s complaint, a practical and devious solution.
Diego’s gaze flicked from Wylie over to their toy drawer, looking slightly caught, but the darkness in his eyes told Wylie that the idea wasn’t entirely out of the question, so he sweetened the deal.
“I could plug you and fuck you again as soon as we get home, give you a sweet, little send-off before bed. And then tomorrow morning, we can go get you a dog.”
Diego had mentioned a dog a few times now but was slow to act on it, needing to think through every possible scenario. Sometimes he needed a little nudge.
As Diego deliberated in silence, Wylie rolled onto his side and stroked down Diego’s back, until he reached the split of his ripe, plump peach.
He traced the cleft to its opening and fingered the source of his pleasure.
Soft, damp, and still slightly open. Diego hitched his hips a little higher, inviting him inside, so Wylie pushed one finger in, and then two.
Everything about this man drove him absolutely wild.
And then Wylie had to have a taste of him.
He tossed his vape aside and dove in, licking at his asshole in long, sweeping strokes.
Cum and sweat and musk, the essence of their sex.
He wanted back inside. If not now, then definitely later tonight.
Diego moaned and adjusted his positioning to give him better access as Wylie continued to feast upon his favorite fruit.
“You’d keep it between us?” Diego asked, a little breathless now, grinding his groin against the bedsheet like an animal. “The plug, I mean.”
“Of course,” Wylie promised. Diego’s privacy was paramount.
Wylie understood and honored that. He moved to lie beside Diego, still massaging his hole with two fingers while whispering dark promises in his ear.
“It’ll be our little secret. And if you don’t like it, you can take it out.
” Wylie wanted to remind Diego that even though he might be the dominant one at times, Diego was still in control.
“Take it out, like, in the bar bathroom?” Diego asked as if appalled.
“Or we can leave early. Just give me the signal.” A tap three times against the hand meant that it was time to go because one of them wasn’t feeling the vibe.
They’d developed it after being trapped at one of Wylie’s classmate’s dinner parties, which had turned into a gloves-off debate about the proper use of parentheticals in legal citations.
Diego was into it; Wylie was the one who had to fake a migraine.
“Okay,” Diego said at last, probably having worked his way through a half-dozen internal debates. “To the first part. We gotta talk more about the dog.”
“You got it, babe. Sit tight for me.”
Wylie reached into the toy drawer to grab the silicone plug. The lube was already lying on the bed, and he warmed a glob of it in his hands before coating the toy with it, out in the open so that Diego could watch him prepare it for him. No surprises.
“Roll over,” Wylie said to Diego, his dick hard as a rock and ready for round two, but this was about delayed gratification, his and Diego’s both. And patience.
Diego rolled onto his back and hitched up his knees, holding onto his shins without even having to be told, which sent a surge of satisfaction through Wylie.
There was a faraway look in Diego’s eyes as he licked his lips with anticipation, probably some nerves too, which excited Wylie all the more.
Wylie grabbed Diego’s chin and kissed him deeply, swallowing up the man’s moans as he reached between them and slowly, gingerly, slipped the plug inside.
The resulting groan that Diego gave him was music to his ears.
“How’s that?” Wylie asked, nudging the plug so that it might brush against his prostate.
“It’s…ahh…hard to ignore,” Diego said, voice straining as he squirmed a little on the bed.
“Yeah,” Wylie said with a nod. “For me too. I’m going to have a boner all night thinking about this plug in your ass.
Keeping my cum warm while we hang with our friends.
And every time you shift in your seat to try and get comfortable, I’m going to think about later tonight, drilling into you so deep and so raw. ”
“Fuck,” Diego said heatedly, dragging one hand down his sculpted chest. “Maybe we should cancel.”
“No, this is something we’re going to get through, together. I know you can do it. I have faith in you.”
“Just don’t tell me you’re proud. You know what that does to me.”
“And I’m proud of you,” Wylie countered with a devilish smirk.
“Shameless,” Diego said with a grin.
“And I love you.” Wylie pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, hoping the words might convey just how deep this well of feeling for the man went. Bottomless.
“Yeah, I love you too.”
Wylie looked into his future husband’s warm brown eyes and saw the quiet trust shining there.
He had found his person, the calm to his chaos and the steadying influence to his ambition.
Of course he had a plan to lock it down, but he’d take this thing one day at a time, allowing their bond to strengthen and their foundation to solidify, all the while savoring these quiet moments of connection.
Life was long and for this man, the love of his life, Wylie would be patient.