6. Mika #4
He used to gag at the slightest thing. He used to complain about it, grousing that he had the gag reflex of the straightest man alive rather than someone who liked sucking dick.
I hadn’t seen much evidence of that, and I certainly hadn’t seen him try to do anything about his gag reflex to match his frustration either.
I didn’t know what had changed over the years, but he clearly had put in the work to take care of his little ‘issue,’ and I wondered what had inspired it… or who.
That…was an unpleasant thought that I needed to push away, which was easy when I had a good-looking man deep-throating my dick like it was the last one he was ever going to see.
I was prepared to stay there while he fucked his mouth on my dick, right until he pulled off, his mouth shining from spit and my dick left to bob helplessly in front of him.
“As fun as this is,” he said, getting up, grabbing the clothes he’d left on the table and moving what I could see was a pair of shorts. Under it was a bottle of lube, and my heart picked up its pace again. “I was thinking—”
“Damn,” I said as I picked it up and raised a brow. “You realize how…freelance I can be while single, right?”
“I remember you were a bit of a slut before we met, and I expect you were after,” he chuckled. “But I also assumed that if either of us had caught something between then and now, we would have said something.”
“Would we? We don’t have the best history of honesty with each other,” I admitted, although I wanted to take that bottle from his hands and fuck him right then and there.
“I know. But we never did or hid anything that would have risked the other’s safety or health,” he said. “And while I know some things change…I hope that’s not one of them.”
“It’s not,” I said, and despite my wary distrust of just about everything sexual between him and me, there was no mistrust in this particular aspect. “Now I have to ask. Are you advocating for bareback because it’s a turn-on or because you didn’t have any condoms?”
“I have condoms,” he snorted. “I wasn’t planning on being a monk while I was here. I knew there would be times when I could go into town. But with you…I figured I didn’t need them, and it was definitely a turn-on thing.”
“You want me to come inside you, huh?” I asked with a smirk.
“You got it,” he said with a sly grin and handed me the bottle.
“I see you’re still full of surprises,” I snorted and opened it with a flick of my thumb.
“What? You think that was the only one?” he asked, and when I cocked my head, he shrugged and pointed at my desk. “I’m guessing that’s yours.”
“Did the paperwork give it away?”
“More like the organization.”
“Ah, right.”
“So, uh.” He walked over, and again I was surprised at his easy confidence as he moved to the desk and bent over.
It was so different from the hesitant, wary man I had dealt with for a good chunk of our relationship, and it felt a lot like emotional whiplash to deal with the person I knew and the man I was seeing now.
I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get used to—
“Oh,” I said as he looked over his shoulders and I saw I had been right; there had been something different about his ass, and not just the size and bounce of it.
There was the distinct shape of something sticking out of it, and I knew there could be only a handful of things that a reasonably intelligent person would stick up their ass and leave there. “Jesus, when?”
“I may or may not have done it before I went out,” he said as I approached and took hold of the end of the plug.
I pulled on it, watching his body tighten. “Before you went out to chop wood?”
“Maybe,” he said and groaned when his hole gave way and the toy’s thick end popped out.
I couldn’t help but push it back, stretching him and making him close his eyes, though whether it was in pain, discomfort, or something else entirely, I didn’t know.
“Fuck, always forget that as fun as it is to have in, getting it out is, uh, different.”
“And yet it’s the reason you’re stretched out,” I said, making my point by rocking it back and forth inside him until there was far less tension. “All for me?”
“And me,” he admitted with a chuckle, pushing back onto the plug. “It was…one of my tricks.”
“Tricks?”
“We can get into that or—”
“Or,” I grunted and pulled the toy out, setting it on my desk and grabbing the lube to slick myself up and press the head of my cock against his hole.
There was a moment of tension; he was open from the toy he’d been wearing for who knew how long, and well, my teasing him with it.
I sucked in a breath as I slid into him easier than I had ever done until I was in further than the plug had been and found the next detour on my way to burying myself in him.
I looked down, planting my hand on his lower back and holding him in place as I rocked forward, gently nudging him open.
“Fuck…yes,” he groaned, wincing when I felt him open up, and I continued rocking to get further inside. His breath held until finally my hips pressed against his ass and he let it out with something between a groan and a sigh of relief. “How sturdy is this desk?”