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Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend.
The word does laps in my mind, still not seeming to make sense in the same box as Bdubs because how could he possibly like me back? But apparently he does, and apparently he does enough that after an awkward but shockingly wonderful date during which my hand was so slicked in sweat he must've noticed, he pulls me into our apartment and kisses me lovingly. It's still a shock to feel his lips against mine, actually against mine, and this time he doesn't stop there. As he reaches over to lock the front door and toss his keys into the basket by it, his mouth drifts down slightly, brushing gently over my scars. Without thinking, I let out a shuddering breath and tilt my head, shivering.
He pulls gently away, "Alright, love?"
I swallow nervously, and when his eyes follow the movement my throat makes, I damn near melt, "Mhm. Yeah, fine."
"You're sure? You seem uncomfortable. Want me to stop?" As he speaks, Bdubs gently turns my head towards him with one hand, making me look him in the eyes.
Shaking my head rigorously, I shift in place, "Please don't. I'm not uncomfortable. Just... I dunno. Nervous, for some reason."
His eyes drift down for a second and at first I think he's looking at my lips before I realize his gaze has fallen much lower than that and my face goes bright red, stomach filling with an embarrassed excitement. Bdubs pulls me into another kiss, pushing me back into the sitting area and onto the couch, leaning forward so I'm leaning back on my elbows while he leans over me. His hands rest to either side of my torso and I can't help it- I whine into his mouth. His fingers slip into my hair, pulling my head back as his lips meet my scars again, drift down to press against the ones covering part of my throat. My breath catches with every touch of his mouth, heart racing as his hands slip under my shirt, pulling it over my head at the slightest indication he can. I shift nervously as his eyes take in every single scar on my torso, sure he's gonna despise them. They're ugly, mar my skin, and though they're no longer anywhere near as sensitive or obvious as they were a decade ago there's no way to hide them. They're never going away, which means as long as I live they'll drive away everyone who I allow to see them.
At least, I'm certain that's what's about to happen. But then Bdubs bites his lips, his breath flickering like a candle in a drafty room. I clear my throat, "I- should we turn the lights out? To- to like set the mood or something?"
He shakes his head, "God no, look at you... Holy fuck you're beautiful..." My entire body burns and I move to cover my face with my hands. Before they can even reach my skin he's grabbing my hands and pulling them away, "Uh-uh, none of that. I want to see you, darling~"
The next wave of warmth that crashes over me centers rather embarrassingly on the already growing tent in my jeans and without thinking I let out a whimper at the uncomfortable tightness between my legs. Bdubs grins, eyes narrowing teasingly, and suddenly pushes the hand still holding both of my wrists back above my head, pinning them to the couch. My eyes widen then flutter shut as he leans down, kissing along the edge of each scar. Then, he pulls away, eliciting another needy whine from my throat, and laughs roughly.
"I'm just grabbing something, sweetheart, I'll be right back." And with that he disappears to his bedroom. Something stops me from starting to deal with my problem, though my entire body begs me to, and when he comes back to see me sitting up, legs crossed at the ankles and hands at my sides and gripping the fabric of the couch, he grins. His smirk is so filled with praise that I feel my breath stolen from my lungs. He crosses the room, keeping one hand tucked behind his back, and tilts my head back to press a rough yet loving kiss to my lips. "Aw, you waited for me, love?"
I nod automatically, trying to follow him as he pulls away, reaching up to grab his face. He laughs again, allowing me another passionate kiss. By the time it ends we're both out of breath, and he has to pant his way through his next sentence, "So you're gonna be a good boy, yeah? Good for me?"
My heart skips about five beats and my mouth falls open as my face goes bright red, "I- uh-"
"Go on, sweetheart. Are you gonna be good for me?"
And it's like he flips a switch in my mind, turning off my nerves and worries and turning on the neediest parts of me. I nod vigorously, whimpering excitedly. He grants me another kiss, letting me shove my tongue into his mouth as far as I please, grinding against the couch below me and groaning into his mouth, then grabs my collar and yanks me roughly to my feet with his own groan. "Bedroom, now. Right now." And its both a command and a request. I don't walk, I run, grabbing his hand to pull him along after me, and in moments I'm laying back on the bed and pulling him on top of me. He humors my need, kisses back and allows me more than I likely should be taking, not after I promised I'd be good. He even returns the kisses enthusiastically, slotting one leg between both of mine. Eventually, though, he pushes me away.
I frown, "Dubs... Please..."
"Yeah, love? Use your words, tell me what you want. I won't give you anything you don't ask for, sweetheart."
There's something mischievous in his voice but my arousal-muddled brain can't figure out why that would be, so I start to respond. But before I can get a single word out he presses his knee up, grinding it against my cock through my pants, and the suddenness of the pleasure that races through me yanks a cry from my throat. My eyes squeeze closed as a second wave crashes over me, pounding through my veins like a new heartbeat, drawing out another moan. And god, letting it free feels so fucking good.
"You still haven't answered me, baby." Bdubs knows what he's doing, bringing me so far into this labyrinth of pleasure and then punishing me for losing the way out. His hand runs lightly over my thigh, up my torso, rests on my chest so his fingers are nearly around my neck. I jolt my hips desperately, throwing my head back at the relief the feeling brings. Rubbing against him, I find myself forgetting that he's asked me to do something until suddenly he pulls his knee away, straddling me instead and being careful to make sure he's not close enough for me to keep pleasing myself against him.
The theft makes me want to sob, so worked up I can't even think my own name. I try to speak, overwhelmed, and can't get out anything but his name repeatedly and desperately. His hand tightens slightly around my neck, a collar, and I know the exact moment my eyes go blissfully blank because a soft, hungry look spreads across his face. He leans down, kisses me lovingly, then grinds against me. The noise that escapes me is indescribable, something primal and animalistic. His lips find my throat, travelling down my body, tongue creating a trail of fire over my skin. I try to reach for his hair and he stops me roughly.
"You better be glad you're so gorgeous, love, because you still haven't used your words like I told you." I can't respond with even a whimper, everything caught in my throat beside my racing heart, pounding so hard I can barely get a breath in. He laughs, locking his mouth with mine, licking into my mouth, tasting behind my teeth and so far past my lips that my throat tightens a little for a moment. "Still gonna behave, hm?"
It takes me about thirty seconds, but eventually I get the words out of my overstimulated body, "Yes, yesyesyesyes, please, plee-aase, Bdubs, please~" I'm practically sobbing it, legs trembling, my hands fisting in the fabric of his waistband. Bdubs croons, pulling my head gently back by the hair.
"God, how could I say no to something so attractive?" He breathes, "Just give me a second, love, okay?"
Even that, the promise of my impatient need finally disappearing, makes me wonder if I'll ever get the release I need. He kisses my neck as he finally reveals what he holds behind his back. A length of rope, possibly something he was planning to use for a different project. My heart does a loop that makes me involuntarily cant my hips against thin air. He grips my wrists and I eagerly offer them up for him, letting him tie the rope around them. A gasp escapes me and my eyes flutter closed at how tight he ties it. My arms are yanked unceremoniously upwards as he attaches it to the bed frame.
"Think you've been good enough for me, beautiful?" Bdubs asks softly, his voice somehow so wonderfully gentle and yet so attractively commanding.
I nod frantically, letting my head fall back against the bed as I whimper desperately. There's an ache in the pit of my stomach, my gut so tight that I have to wonder if I'll even last long enough to please him. He kisses my throat, following the line of it until he's sucking hickeys into the skin above my collarbone. Whine after whine escapes me, his fingers circling around my nipples before dancing down to toy with me through my pants.
No longer can I tell if I'm moaning, crying, or maybe both. I can no longer tell whether he's trying to drive me insane or if he wants to help me to my climax. And frankly, I don't know if I care anymore.
His tongue leads my senses south, his hands finally undoing my belt. I buck my hips, a sigh escaping me as he unzips my fly, relieving the slightest pressure. It's enough to reopen my eyes, tilting my head and trying to give him a pleading enough look that he'll help me. And I'm lucky.
Bdubs slips my trousers down and off, and when I let out his name in the softest possible voice, he relents and does the same with my boxers. My head thumps back against the mattress as he runs a finger up my length, but before I can even let out a sound, he moves back up far enough to grab my chin, pulling my face so I'm looking him in the eyes.
"Hey. Eyes on mine, pretty boy. I want you to watch me fuck you, got it?" His words sprawl a heat across my face that makes me want to moan and scream at the same time. I nod eagerly, spreading my legs. He smirks, "Good boy, that's what I thought. I wanna watch your face as you cum, pretty."
God, how am I supposed to keep my cool when he's doing this to me? Wait, no, scratch that, it's what he does right after his words that really drives me crazy. His tongue meets the dripping tip of my aching cock, cleans it of the precum that's built up in the what feels like hours since he shoved me onto the couch. He presses kisses to it, runs kitten licks over the head, gets me so worked up and wanton that I lose hope he'll ever let me finish. Eventually, finally, after I've literally started sobbing and begging incoherently, he takes pity on me. Through the tears in my eyes, I watch him narrow his own eyes at me, leaning down to take me in his mouth. The moan that rips from my throat is so animal, so needy, he nearly laughs, and the vibrations that the subdued sound send through me make me rock my hips. I only stop when I realize I'm forcibly pressing deeper into his throat and he's choking slightly on me. He swallows around me and even that sends me to the edge, teetering. After all of this, there's no way I'm coming this quickly, I'm not gonna let myself, there's no world I'd embarrass myself that-
My cock hits the back of his throat and his tongue laves over my length. The tightness of his throat around me is enough- too much, far too much, and everything collapses in on me. The tight, heated coil burning unbearably in my gut finally, finally unravels all at once as my pleasure peaks. My sight goes white around the edges, my legs stiffening, and my entire body trembles as the last of my strength is sapped from my body.
Chest heaving, I melt into the bed, trying to focus on the last few vestiges of pleasure popping up in my stomach as he licks up the mess I've made, swallowing it down without complaint. He presses one last kiss to my now-limp dick, crawling up to my side to untie my bonds. As soon as I can feel my hands again, I grab him weakly and yank him to me, pressing his body to mine. He laughs gently, peppering kiss after kiss over my chest, my neck, my face, everywhere he can reach. I find myself giggling like an idiot as I settle into his arms, still out of breath as his final kiss finds my lips, lasting longer than any of the others. It tastes of salt, but I drink it in like nectar. Finally, he pulls away just enough to grab the wipes from the bedside table, cleaning me up and whispering softly to me.
"You did so well, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you. So good for me, lovely, so good." And despite the fact that I'm now filled with (admittedly tired) clarity, I still go red and feel a warm bloom of happiness in my chest at the words. He tosses the wipes in the trash can, pulling me back to him and covering us both with the duvet. His fingers dance through my sweaty hair as I nuzzle into his t-shirt.
"Do- do you want any- any help?" I stammer into his chest, taking his hand. He hums into my hair.
"Nah, you can return the favor when you're not trembling, snowdrift." My boyfriend mumbles, "Maybe tomorrow?"
"I- uh- of course." I manage.
"Night, my love."
"G'night, bubs."