12. Wilder
Wilder
Wilder woke up just before two in the morning.
Merrick was asleep beside him, on his back with an arm flung over his eyes.
He slept with his mouth open, breath not quite a snore.
Wilder propped himself up on his hand and studied the other man, reaching out with a tentative finger and tracing the curve of one of Merrick’s ribs, only visible on an inhale.
He was certainly lucky, spoiled in a way he’d never expected for himself.
Merrick—even if he didn’t know it—was a picture-perfect submissive.
It came naturally to him in the ways dominance came naturally to Wilder, and he took to it like he’d been waiting for the opportunity his entire life.
Wilder wasn’t particularly horny in the late hour.
He’d had more sex in the last week than he had in the last month, and if Merrick wasn’t in his bed, he would have happily closed his eyes and let sleep take him back under.
There were responsibilities that came with being a dominant in a relationship, though, especially when you’d made every effort to lock your submissive partner into monogamy.
Sometimes, he had to put his own wants aside in favor of his partner’s, and it was with Merrick’s needs in mind that Wilder reached for the lube and shoved slippery fingers between his legs.
He was tender to the touch so he went easy on himself, taking enough time to prep his hole that by the time he felt ready for Merrick’s cock, Wilder was actually horny.
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open, taking Merrick’s sleepy dick into his hand and stroking until he was hard.
Merrick moaned in his sleep, hips lifting off the bed as Wilder woke him up.
The latex wrapped around Merrick’s cock and he blinked his eyes open, fingers reaching for and splaying open against Wilder’s thigh.
“What time is it?” Merrick murmured, voice chick with sleep.
“It doesn’t matter.” Wilder flung a leg over Merrick’s thighs and sank down onto his now-hard cock. “I wanted you.”
“Fuck yes.” Merrick shivered, held Wilder by his hip and thrust upward, giving Wilder the final inch of his shaft. “Can I fuck you?”
“That’s the point.”
Merrick moved quicker than Wilder expected him to.
For someone who had just been asleep, Merrick had Wilder on his back in no time.
Merrick pressed his face into the nook of Wilder’s shoulder and hiked one of his legs up, setting a quick and rough pace.
Every thrust punched the air out of Wilder’s lungs, and of course he woke Merrick up for this.
Of course, this was exactly what he needed.
The tenderness around his hole was an immediate afterthought, his own brain focused on nothing other than taking Merrick’s cock to the point of his own release. Wilder held his hand against the back of Merrick’s head, keeping their bodies pressed together while Merrick’s hips did all the work.
“This is what you’re good for, isn’t it?” Wilder whispered, pressing a wet kiss against Merrick’s ear. “Good for fucking. You were built for this.”
Above him, Merrick shuddered. Wilder already knew Merrick’s body well enough to know they were both close to coming.
Middle-of-the-night sex was never something that lasted long—unless he wanted it to.
There was a time and a place for a late night slow fuck, and Merrick’s first night as his official…
whatever they were, was not it. Wilder wanted to save that for after they’d been tested, for when Merrick could come inside of him and fall asleep still joined, their bodies tangled together until sleep took them a second time… or a third.
“I’m close,” Merrick warned.
“Me too.”
Wilder stroked himself with fingers still slippery from the lube he’d used to prep himself.
He came like that, with his hand smashed between their stomachs, Merrick’s teeth bared against his temple.
He cried out Merrick’s name as his body seized, pressure building and expanding in his chest until there was nowhere left for it to go.
Merrick came right after him, body tensing and going still as he pumped his load into the condom.
For a while, neither of them moved. Wilder’s leg was still hiked up on Merrick’s shoulder, and that was the first part of his body to move. Merrick lowered his leg slowly, fingers caressing over the trembling muscle before he pulled out and rolled off of Wilder.
Wilder moved next after that, reaching over and taking the condom off Merrick’s still pulsing cock.
He tossed it onto the floor—a problem for the morning—then pulled Merrick’s body against his.
He was still breathing hard, they both were, but waking Merrick up to fuck was the right decision for a thousand different reasons.
“That was a good one,” he whispered into Merrick’s ear.
“So good.” Merrick’s words were slurred, with sleep or pleasure, Wilder wasn’t sure.
Wilder searched out Merrick’s cock and curled his fingers around the still half-hard shaft and stroked him lazily until his tip leaked again.
“Keep this hard in case I need it again,” he said.
Merrick moaned, nodded against his chest.
Wilder kissed the back of his head and closed his eyes, and it wasn’t long at all before they were both once again, sound asleep.
Morning came too soon, and Wilder woke to find the other side of his bed empty and cold.
He rolled onto his back and stretched his legs, kicking down the sheets until they fell off the bed entirely.
The room was bright with sun, but not enough to indicate he’d slept the day away.
The smell of bacon reached him before the sound of it frying, and a soft smile took up residence on his face.
Of course, Merrick had gotten up before him.
Of course, Merrick was making him breakfast.
He flung his legs out of bed and stood, stretching his arms overhead until his back cracked.
Wilder grabbed a pair of gym shorts from his dresser, realizing the condom from their middle-of-the-night fuck had been picked up.
The wrapper was also missing, the lube not on the nightstand where he’d left it.
He opened the top drawer, finding it where it belonged.
Wilder fought back a surge of emotion when he saw the neatly folded pile of Merrick’s clothes on the corner of the dresser.
Everything was clean, everything in its place.
Of course, Merrick had cleaned up their mess.
That was what submissives did, and Merrick was one whether he understood the implications of that or not.
There was something so perfect about it, Wilder either wanted to cry from happiness or suck Merrick’s cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He wasn’t sure which, but the latter sounded like a great way to start the weekend.
Wilder stopped in the bathroom to piss and splash some water on his face, finding their towels from the night before in the hamper and two fresh ones in their place on the rack.
He rubbed the center of his chest as he padded barefoot into the kitchen, but there was nothing that would have prepared him for the sight of Merrick making him breakfast.
After the night they’d shared…the things they’d talked about and the things they’d done, and Merrick had not only stayed, he’d taken to it like a fish to water.
He stood in Wilder’s kitchen wearing nothing more than a pair of underwear, bruises shaped like Wilder’s fingers visible against his thighs.
Arousal tingled down Wilder’s spine, and he cleared his throat from the doorway to announce his arrival.
Merrick jumped and turned, expression startled even though it very quickly settled into a tender smile.
“You’re up,” Merrick announced.
“So are you. How long?”
Merrick gestured dismissively to the full pot of coffee and the bacon frying on the stove. The toaster popped up two slices of toast and Merrick’s cheeks turned a perfect shade of pink.
“Half an hour maybe.”
There was a bulge between Merrick’s legs.
“Did you wake up like that?” Wilder asked.
“You told me to keep it hard.”
Wilder had to fight to stop his eyes from rolling back at the quiet and sincere admission.
“And how did you do that?”
Merrick slid his hand down his stomach and he took his cock into his hand, squeezing himself until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
“Like this,” he murmured, releasing his dick and reaching behind him to press his fingertips into the bruising on his ass. “And like this.”
“The pain makes you hard?”
“Remembering you giving me the bruises makes me hard,” Merrick said.
“And you got up and cleaned, decided to make breakfast?”
“I was going to bring it to you in bed.”
Wilder wanted to say that was his job, after a night like they’d had.
After any night, it would have been his responsibility, his honor to make Merrick breakfast in bed.
To dote on him and feed him bite by bite until he was full.
The service parts of submission had always been the most interesting to him because although Wilder wanted his submissive partners to spoil him sometimes, it was generally something he defaulted to doing on his own.
The coffee had been a test their first morning together.
It had been Wilder trying to get the lay of the land with Merrick and understand what he was willing to do and how far he was willing to go.
Further than Wilder had ever hoped for, he quickly realized.
“Did you make enough for yourself?”
“I was going to.”
“Okay,” Wilder said. “I won’t stop you.”
He gave Merrick one last look before heading back to bed.
The sheets were certainly ruined from all the sweat and lube, but Wilder suspected Merrick would get a thrill out of replacing them himself so he decided to let them be. He climbed back into bed and crossed his legs at the ankle, grabbing his phone off the charger to check his messages.
He had one from Justin, nothing more than the eyeball emoji…three times.
Wilder took a picture of Merrick’s clothes neatly folded on the dresser and sent it in reply. When Merrick returned to the bedroom balancing one plate and two mugs of coffee, Wilder took a picture of that as well.
“Did you just sneak a photo of me?” Merrick asked, sitting down on the side of the bed.
Wilder took one mug and moved back so Merrick had room to set the plate down between them. He’d made toast and bacon, and also sliced up an apple Wilder had in the fridge.
“Do you want me to delete it?”
“What’s it for?”
“For me,” Wilder answered. “Because I want it.”
“Don’t delete it,” Merrick said. “If it’s for you.”
“Everything about you is for me,” he said.
Merrick swallowed hard, licked his lips.
“How are you feeling? Did you get enough sleep?”
Merrick’s cheeks pinked and he sniffed, taking a drink of coffee before answering, “I feel amazing.”
“Good.”
“I really…” Merrick shifted his weight and tugged up the leg of his boxer briefs to reveal a purplish bruise. “I like this a lot.”
“That’s good. Does it hurt to sit?”
“I can make it hurt,” Merrick said, giving Wilder the impression that he wanted to. “But no, not if I’m being normal.”
“Good.”
Wilder picked up a piece of apple and handed it to Merrick before picking up one for himself. They ate the simple breakfast together in what felt like record time, and then Wilder moved the plate to the nightstand and brought Merrick closer to him.
“You didn’t have eggs or I would have made eggs,” Merrick said softly.
“This was perfect.” He kissed Merrick’s head. “Everything about you is perfect.”
“I could get spoiled by this.”
Wilder chuckled. “What part?”
“All of it.” Merrick’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth making a small suction sound when he pulled it free to speak, but instead he snapped his mouth closed so quickly, Wilder heard his teeth crash together.
“There’s something else you want to say. I can hear the hesitation.”
“It’s nothing,” Merrick said quickly.
“Wrong answer.”
“It’s embarrassing,” he protested, pulling back enough so Wilder could see his face.
He lifted his hand and brushed his fingertip across Merrick’s cheekbone. “Nothing is embarrassing here.”
“I cried this morning,” Merrick blurted. “Not because anything was wrong, but because I was so fucking happy. I woke up and my dick was sore from use and my ass has bruises shaped like your hands on it, and I just…”
Merrick stopped himself again, biting his lips between his teeth and shaking his head.
Wilder beckoned him closer, folding the bigger man into his arms and holding him as tightly as he could.
“I know,” he whispered. “I feel the same.”
“Is this real or like…is this some endorphin thing?”
Wilder huffed out another breathy laugh. “Maybe endorphins, but it’s also very real. I felt the same way when I woke up this morning.”
“You wanted to cry?”
“No, honestly, I wanted to get on my knees and suck your dick,” he admitted, and it was true.
Merrick’s breath left him on a shaking exhale and he smiled against Wilder’s throat.
“I mean…you still could. If you wanted.”
Wilder took Merrick’s head in his hands and pulled him away enough that they could kiss.
He slanted their mouths together, fingers digging into the sides of Merrick’s scalp and he kissed him hard.
With long, exploratory strokes of his tongue, Wilder kissed Merrick until they were both hard and panting and full of want.
Wilder’s mind raced with possibilities. They had the whole day, two days, to explore each other and fuck and tease and do whatever they wanted.
What Wilder wanted to do first was the same thing he’d wanted to do all morning.
So, he laid Merrick on his back, crawled between his legs, and sucked his dick until Merrick came, Wilder’s name echoing around the room when he finished.