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For the first time in several weeks Rome was pulling into the parking garage at their condo building at a reasonable hour. It felt like he had been living out of this SUV and he mentally bid it a not so fond farewell as he kicked the door closed, arms full of equipment and trash. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to get back behind the wheel for the entire weekend. He had to juggle bags to press the button for their floor and as he traveled into the sky he wondered if Raffy was as frustrated as he was. They had been working exceptionally hard for about the last month with Rome playing gigs more nights than he didn’t while Raffy hustled all day to secure those gigs as well as manage the other artists he had brought into their production company. Most days they would overlap for only a little while, often eating breakfast together in the mornings just before Rome crashed or having a brief couch-based snuggle time as Raffy arrived just when Rome was heading out.
Thankfully tonight was the beginning of a break. Rome had rejoiced when he looked at their shared digital schedule to find this weekend completely empty for them both. Raffy had even gone as far as putting a single heart emoji on each blocked day which for him might as well have been multiple animated gifs of cartoon characters blowing kisses. Stepping out of the lift, Rome walked with increasing speed towards their room, shifting his burdens to input the key-code and enter the refuge of their home. There was quiet music coming from Raffy’s office and Rome immediately recognized one of the songs off the very first playlist he had ever made for his lover. With a soft smile he dumped everything and headed down the hallway.
The door to the office was partially open but Rome tapped on the door respectfully as he gently pushed in. An absent-minded yes answered his knock and he saw Raffy working at his desk. It only took a few steps, and he was behind Raffy sliding his hands over tight shoulders to massage away the tension. Raffy’s head fell forward with a slight moan and Rome could see the screen of his laptop. There were several windows open, each one displaying a stunning image of flame like flowers and nude male figures.
“Is this the new artist that you signed?” Rome asked. Most of the artists that their company managed were in some sort of performance art like Rome, but Raffy had decided that scheduling an art show was similar enough to scheduling a DJ or band gig, so this was their first foray into the field. Raffy nodded and sighed, “You met him, and you saw how lovely he is, but his partner is a raging asshole. He’s making my life hell.” Rome moved his upper body closer and embraced his love in a back hug. “You are so very right dearest. I met him and wanted to punch him in under five minutes.” Raffy leaned back into the embrace and Rome felt him rub his soft cheek against Rome’s own angular face, nuzzling like a cat. “I was just working until you got home, I can close this immediately.”
It was at this point that Rome realized that Raffy was in his bathrobe. The fresh clean scent of Raffy’s hair brushing against his face made him hyper-aware of his own sweaty and probably smelly state so he placed a quick sniff onto Raffy’s forehead and said, “I must smell horrible, and I feel sticky, let me go take a shower really quick.” Raffy nodded at him rubbing his head against Rome’s shoulder before pulling away. Rome had almost gotten through the door when Raffy called after him saying. “I left something for you on the bathroom counter.” This elicited a slightly confused glance back but Rome saw that Raffy had refocused on the laptop so he decided that this mystery could be quickly solved. His bathrobe had been hung on the door hook, so he didn’t need to retreat to their room for anything, instead stepping directly into the large bathroom. They were both big men and when they were condo shopping, they agreed that they needed a shower that could hold them both, for reasons.
Once inside the bathroom Rome looked around curiously and his gaze quickly landed on a box sitting on the counter. Picking it up he looked at the packaging and something froze in his brain. He contemplated what this might mean. Was Raffy trying to initiate something kinky? Rome knew that some couples liked to do this together as a form of foreplay, often with denial like overtones like duration requirements and such. It wasn’t anything that he had ever considered but if his baby wanted to get a little freaky, he would do his best to make it fun. A grin spread across his face as he started to anticipate something new and then he heard the padding of Raffy’s house shoes in the doorway. Rome turned, still holding the box, to see Raffy standing there with an unknowable look on his face. His bathrobe was loosely belted, the deep V of the neckline showing off a decent expanse of chest. Rome couldn’t resist ogling instead of making eye contact until Raffy cleared his throat pointedly.
Jerking his eyes to a more decorous location Rome offered his most lecherous face to his partner. “So, you want me to help you …” he allowed his words to trail off and rattled the box suggestively at Raffy, grin getting wider by the moment. But Raffy did not react the way he was expecting. It was subtle, but Rome realized that Raffy was breathing a little deeper than normal and there was a flush on his tense neck. He took a little breath and looked Rome deeply in the eyes. “No love, the box is for you if you are willing.” The words took a moment to sink in and the package fell out of his suddenly useless hand. He didn’t think his eyes could get any wider as he watched Raffy bend down and pick the box up.
Rome felt Raffy gently press the douche box into his hands as he struggled to find his tongue. He had moved close enough to place a sweet kiss on Rome’s traitorous mouth and then he said “You can think about it while you shower, and please know that the decision is for you and you alone. I am looking forward to our weekend regardless.” And then he was gone. Rome stood in the bathroom trying to grasp what had just happened and then decided that they would have to leave the condo at least once during the weekend so that they could go to a temple. He needed to make merit in thanks to whatever power decided to make his literal dreams come true.
***
Raffy didn’t know how long he had been pacing nervously in his office, second guessing his plans for the evening. It wasn’t until after he had blocked out alone time for the two of them that this idea had come to him, so it wasn’t like he had specifically created a long weekend to try and get his way. He had just wanted to have some intimate space in their ridiculous schedule. It was several days after the dates had been shared so that the whole team could plan appropriately that the plan had occurred to him. Over the years Raffy felt like Rome had dropped hints and Raffy certainly felt like he had dropped hints, but neither of them had ever actually broached the subject. And it’s not like they didn’t have amazing sex when they could find the time, it was the best Raffy had ever had. But isn’t it always fun to add a little spice? These thoughts warred with doubt and worries about misunderstandings as Raffy waited for his partner to come home. And so, he paced.
He had finally decided to head to the bathroom and hide the evidence of his plot when he heard the song of the door keypad. His path out to the hall abruptly rerouted to his chair and Raffy did his best to settle down and look like he was working. When Rome entered the room Raffy hid his nerves the best he could but at the same time he was immensely relieved to see his man. He wanted to jump up and be gathered into an embrace, but fake working was on the docket. Rome started chatting something about work, but all the words fell out of his brain as soon as he heard them. Finally, Rome mentioned taking a shower. Raffy considered asking if he could use the restroom first but decided that he wanted to see where things went. As Rome left the room Raffy told him about the box, ducking his head immediately so Rome couldn’t see the blush that engulfed his face.
He waited for what he thought would be enough time and then went down the hall to the bathroom. Looking in from the door he saw that Rome had the box in his hand as he turned to meet Raffy. The leering look on his face made it clear that Rome misunderstood the biggest hint Raffy had been able to fabricate. Raffy waited for a moment to give Rome the opportunity to voluntarily quit eye fucking his chest, but it wasn’t going to happen. A brief sound was required to get the man’s attention. The words that followed made it clear that Rome had not clued in to what Raffy was asking so he decided to make it perfectly clear. He knew that Rome finally understood when the box hit the floor.
In the safety of their bedroom Raffy wasn’t entirely sure what he had said after picking up the box and then bolting from the room. He knew he had left the decision with Rome but what would come next was a mystery. For the second time of the evening, he began to pace and chew on his nails. He heard the shower kick on and when it reached the amount of time that Rome typically took, Raffy climbed into their bed. He didn’t know what to do with his body. It was like it no longer belonged to him. First, he tried to decide what position he should be in, trying out several until settling on propped up on the headboard. And still the shower was running.
Next, he debated between showing more chest or leg, adjusting his belt for each. Leg won as he stretched them out to their full length. But then he pulled one knee up and let it fall out several times until it looked “natural”. Obviously, he had to fuss with where the opening was hitting, not wanting to show too much. And how much would show when he twisted his body to reach the bedside drawer? Raffy had just gotten the robe to fall correctly when the shower finally ended. He settled back into position and tried to slow his breathing. All his busyness had distracted him from his main concern, which was Rome’s decision. Raffy tilted his head back and closed his eyes because he couldn’t bring himself to watch Rome come into the room.
***
As usual Rome hadn’t even bothered to tie his robe shut for the trip down the hall. What was unusual was the oddly empty and wet feeling he had going on, he couldn’t decide if it was a good or a bad thing. When he stepped into their room the sight that greeted him wiped all other thoughts away. Starting with the long, delicate neck Rome traced his eyes down to what he felt might be his lover’s best feature. Those legs were impossibly long and right now he could see almost every inch. The shadow that fell between his legs only heightened Rome’s desire as he crawled onto the bed, locked on target. Raffy hadn’t stirred but Rome knew him well enough to know he wasn’t asleep. The closer Rome got the more delicious Raffy’s thighs looked and eventually he worked his head under the robe and took a firm bite.
Rome felt Raffy jolt forward with a yelp and then there were fingers clenched into his hair. “Rome!” dropped from his lips in a mixture of scolding and lust. Rome chuckled into the taught flesh and continued to kiss, lick, and bite his way higher, Raffy twisting and lifting his hips as he progressed. Rome slid his hand up the outside of the other thigh intending to get a little ass grabbing in when he unexpectedly encountered additional fabric. Typically, they only wore robes because it made access to everything easier but today was not typical. He pulled his head back and looked at his lover propped before him. From his position on the headboard Raffy wore a slightly cocky, slightly teasing look with one eyebrow raised. Rome returned the look, grabbed the tease with both ankles pinned together and jerked him until he was lying flat on his back, laughing.
Moving to straddle Raffy’s legs, Rome untied the robe’s belt and slid his hands inside. With one over-dramatic movement he flipped the sides open to reveal what was beneath. His already strong heartbeat went into overdrive when he saw the racy red boy short style underwear that Raffy was wearing. The portion directly in the front was satiny silk but the rest of it (that he could see) was open lace. The solid portion was straining to cover his partially aroused cock, and Rome couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like when Raffy was in all his glory. While he wanted to know if the lace went all the way around, he also wanted to continue to take in this vision. This enticing underwear separated Raffy’s gorgeous chest from his amazing thighs. And one of those thighs was covered with red love bites. The sight was driving him mad and his arousal showed.
There was another way to figure out this puzzle, so Rome leaned down to take his lover’s lips. As he explored the depths of Raffy’s mouth with his tongue, he slid his hands around the man’s backside. The intensity of the kiss increased as he determined that it was indeed lace everywhere. Next Rome needed to know how that silk panel felt against his cock and as he imagined, it was heaven. His raging erection rubbed against the slippery panel, and he could feel Raffy rising to meet the occasion. Arms slipped under his robe to surround him and Raffy was roughly pulling Rome’s hips against his own and then sliding his hands further down to molest his ass. As they continued Rome could feel fingers straying towards his entrance but then skittering away. He continued kissing and caressing his partner but grew a bit more disappointed each time Raffy’s hands shied away.
They say actions speak louder than words and he had thought enthusiasm was enough to communicate his desires but for this situation words were apparently needed. His sweetest love had really gone out on a limb for them and Rome needed to step up. After one more deep kiss Rome pulled back, hips still tightly pressing into the man below him, “You don’t have to keep stopping yourself. I want you.” Raffy looked up with huge eyes, heated cheeks and asked, “Do you mean?” Rome smiled, dipped down for a quick kiss, and then replied “Yes, the box is empty.” Rome thought this was a good but indirect way to let Raffy know but the look on his man’s face told another story. Those huge eyes stared up at him and all the passion they held drained away, being replaced by peals of laughter. It was only then that Rome realized that while he meant “box” as in the douche box, “box” could have a different meaning. He collapsed onto Raffy’s chest in laughter of his own. Rome found himself rolled onto his side with Raffy lying beside him, peppering kisses all over his face in between diminishing giggles.
***
Since Rome hadn’t said anything when he came in, and he was coming at Raffy in a very aggressive (but normal for them) way, Raffy’s gut told him that the idea he had floated had been shot down. He decided not to push the issue as his anxious body began to relax into the carefully calibrated bites Rome continued to distribute up one thigh. Over the years they had reached a balance between Rome’s drive to mark and maim and Raffy’s tolerance level for pain. When hot breath scorched a new spot Raffy concentrated on the delicate stroke of his lover’s lips that quickly combined with a suction pulling flesh into the clamping of sharp teeth. This pressure released almost immediately leaving Raffy gasping for air and moving his hips uncontrollably, torn between trying to get away and desperately wanting more. Like the random kneading of a particularly feisty cat, Rome jumped from location to location, at times simply leaving a rosy mark and at others extending his claws. The uncertainty of each kiss heightened Raffy’s arousal as he felt a naughty hand wander to other areas.
Raffy’s heart lurched when he was yanked across the bed by the ankles. Being manhandled by Rome was always a thrill and feeling Rome’s strong knees pinning his legs together made Raffy want to squirm, but he held still in anticipation of the reveal of his second surprise discovered by the naughty hand. With the expression of a child unwrapping a present, his lover threw open Raffy’s robe and just stared. Raffy was tempted to reach up and close the man’s mouth for him but instead decided to simply bask in the adoration. As a fashionista, he had more clothes than a normal person, but he had never bought anything like what he had on. It had been an impulse purchase the last time he had gone to the mall. They were his back-up plan should the initial surprise not go over well as had apparently come to pass.
Raffy wondered if Rome noticed that he was being admired with eyes just as passionate as his own, but he doubted it due to the complete lack of eye contact. His partner’s focus was decidedly lower and Raffy watched as he could see the already interested dick become significantly more involved. He was seriously contemplating trying to sit up and get a taste when Rome fell forward to initiate a passionate round of kissing. Participating enthusiastically, Raffy also wholeheartedly approved of the progression into grinding with the slippery fabric enhancing the friction. He felt himself growing to match his partner’s hardness and surrendered to the feeling. Without consulting him, Raffy’s hands moved to clamp onto Rome’s taught ass.
He had big hands (and to be honest Rome had a cute little ass, emphasis on little) and he loved how he could essentially engulf one cheek in each hand. When he realized he was sliding a long finger down into Rome’s cleft he repositioned his hand. It wasn’t like they had never done any ass play, Rome actually had a fairly sensitive prostate, but Raffy didn’t want to seem like he was unaccepting of Rome’s decision regarding the box. He was more than happy with the way things were going and focused on sucking on the tongue invading his mouth. But when he lost focus his hands would wander of their own accord, luckily he kept catching them in time. When Rome suddenly pushed up and broke their embrace Raffy lurched up too and then fell, flushed and breathing hard.
The words that came out of his love’s mouth were almost incomprehensible. Raffy blinked and caught his breath, the only thing he could manage to say was “Do you mean?” Did Rome actually want the same thing that Raffy had been dreaming about since they first became boyfriends? He felt a burning deep in his core but also behind his eyes. How would Rome react if he burst into tears? On the verge of being overcome with emotion and lust he heard Rome say “…the box is empty.” Every synapse in Raffy’s brain short circuited with the input that Rome would tell such a crass joke in the middle of this moment. The emotion and anxiety that had been building up for days burst free in a torrent of laughter into Rome’s confused face and that was even better, Rome hadn’t intended the joke. For a beat the man hovering above regarded him with a befuddled look and then realization spread into laughter as he buried his head in Raffy’s chest.
They rolled around a bit, kissing playfully until Raffy arrested their movement lying side by side pressed chest to chest, waist to waist, and legs entwined. Taking the face that was his favorite in the whole world in his hands Raffy seriously asked “Are you sure?” When Rome pressed forward into a firm kiss, he replied “I cannot even explain to you how much I want this. I’ve just never known how to ask.” As this new information sank in Raffy began to stroke Rome’s lower lip gently with his thumb, eyes unfocused as he considered the implications. He only came back when he felt a warm, wet suction around his thumb. His eyes refocused to meet the angular gaze of his lover who wore a deeply affectionate expression and whispered, “Welcome back my dear” before sloppily licking the palm of the hand still resting on his face.
Raffy’s eyes darkened, and he moved to press his first two fingers into Rome’s yielding mouth. Exploring deeper and making circles on the flattened tongue, Raffy moved his other hand to softly wrap around Romes’s throat. Using this pulse point as leverage he pressed Rome flat onto his back and climbed on top, sitting high on Rome’s sharp hips. He shifted his hand a bit to ensure it was a safe grip and then applied more pressure. Rome reacted to this by sucking harder on the intruding fingers and pressing his hips up. Raffy let out an evil little chuckle as he saw Rome realize he had deliberately positioned himself so that rutting up against his ass would be futile. The angry little wrinkles between his eyebrows made Raffy’s fancy underwear feel a size too small. Leaning down, Raffy took the delicate shell of Rome’s ear into his mouth and licked it in a way he absolutely knew would drive Rome crazy.
As expected, Rome tried to turn his head from the stimulation, but Raffy was fully in control. He pressed down a tiny bit more with on Rome’s neck and at the same time slid his fingers almost to the internal opening of Rome’s throat. Soon Rome gagged and bucked up prompting the immediate removal of both hand giving him a chance to catch an unrestricted breath. Rome took the opportunity to lift the hands that had been lying relaxed by his side, grab Raffy’s hips and then Raffy felt himself being shoved further down until Rome’s rigid tool was pressing lace up and almost into his back door. It was a novel feeling and Raffy pressed down a little just to grind into the sensation. Rome groaned, rocking up and soon his hands were slipping Raffy’s robe from his shoulders. Raffy lifted himself up a bit and heard the satisfying slap of Rome’s cock landing on his abs. Tossing his robe to the side, he returned the favor and removed Rome’s while descending to slide the slippery and now slightly damp red silk panel stretched over his erection against Rome’s impatiently waiting crotch.
***
During his playboy days Rome had been confident that seeing as many people as possible was the path to happiness. He thought jumping from men to women to any gender in between without seeing anyone more than a couple of times would ensure pleasure in his life. But as with many things in his youth, he had been dead wrong. Over his years with Raffy they had explored each other’s wants, needs, and desires. He had learned to play Raffy like his DJ deck, and it was possible that Raffy knew Rome’s body better than Rome knew himself. Case in point, he had never anticipated that feeling Raffy’s long, careful fingers exploring his mouth would get him so hard but at some time in the past they had discovered this together. It was fun to try different approaches, some things worked, and others did not. But it was worth it for the things that worked. He tried to suck on them and keep from drooling, but it was impossible. Wetness ran down his cheek and smeared under the hand tucked tight under his chin as Rome struggled for air.
Lights had started sparkling behind his eyelids when Raffy pulled his little stunt with the ear. Rome had never figured out exactly what that man was doing with his mouth, but sparkles exploded into fireworks and then it felt like Raffy was shoving his fingers down Rome’s throat. Rome felt nothing but trust for his lover and surrendered to the submissive play. His arms had been laying limp at his sides this whole time and it had never once occurred to him to push Raffy away. As soon as he started truly choking, Rome was freed of all restraint. A couple of deep breaths was all he needed before he grabbed Raffy’s hips to take revenge for the earlier act of teasing.
Much needed friction arrived once he managed to shove his cock up into the crevice of Raffy’s ass and it seemed that he felt it too as he ground down enthusiastically. Seeing that his feisty one was not going to resist, Rome repurposed his hands to whisk the annoying robe out of the way. As always, Raffy had ideas of his own and Rome’s robe was quickly disposed of as well, while the delicious slide of damp silk was rubbing the length of his dick. Rome tried to sit up, but his position lacked leverage, and he struggled a bit. Raffy’s strong arms reached down, and Rome was able to grab his biceps, pulling them into an upright embrace. He suddenly needed to have Raffy’s mouth, or he couldn’t breathe. Sucking a plump lower lip caused their lower bodies to be pressed closer, Raffy’s thighs clamped tightly to Rome’s hips.
They stayed in this position for some time, exploring each other’s necks and chests. Rome pulled at Raffy’s hardened nipples with his mouth, teeth and tongue until Raffy playfully but firmly batted his head away. Rome thought he had gotten away with it until his ear was once again assaulted, electricity shooting down his spine. With a groan Rome dropped his head back and the naughty mouth shifted to suckle on his Adam’s apple, something that wasn’t particularly erotic for him but that he knew Raffy loved. When Raffy stilled his hips and pulled slightly back Rome looked up into his eyes with a questioning expression. With a hand stroking his cheek the light of his life said, “I want you so bad.” The other hand trailed down to Rome’s own and then directed both to the inside of the now completely soaked red panties.
Rome noted that it had been unnecessary to guide his hand inside the racy undies. To fulfill his earlier curiosity, he had glanced down and the glistening rosy head plus a sizable chunk of the girthy shaft had escaped out the top of the delicate waist band. Early in their relationship it had been a bit of a blow to his ego, but Rome had long come to terms with the fact that Raffy was the bigger man in all ways. He’d never been able to fully manage Raffy orally, but he had always wondered if he would be up to the challenge with his other hole. With a shiver he realized he would soon find out. Knowing that Raffy was close to overstimulation, Rome cupped the base of his shaft with a flat palm and lovingly stroked the soft, sweaty skin without grasping. Raffy responded by doing the same, and Rome leaned into the warmth they were sharing. The hand on his cheek patted gently and Rome focused on his lover. In a quiet voice husky with lust Raffy asked, “How do you want to do this? And I want to know specifics.”
At a loss for words, Rome blinked rapidly. Raffy’s body leaned further in and down, at the same time so did the hand between Rome’s legs. A single finger began circling Rome’s sensitive opening, massaging without seeking entry. His breath caught in his chest. Close to his ear Rome heard, “If I may suggest, I think either all fours or riding would be easiest on you.” Heat burst across Rome’s chest and he leaned his head to the side to rub cheeks with his man, struggling to control wild thoughts. The incredibly distracting finger down below had not stopped, and it helped him recall the fantasies he had had for years. He was pretty sure that Raffy chose to be willfully ignorant of the toy that Rome kept hidden away in a don’t ask don’t tell sort of way. What had he imagined most while playing with that rechargeable substitute? The heated flush climbed up his neck as recalled imaginings filled his mind’s eye and he had his answer, “Does face down work for you?” The feral look on his angel’s face was all the answer he needed as they tumbled back onto the bed in a bout of frenzied kissing.
***
He hadn’t really thought he had a preference until Rome said face down. There was a ringing sound in his ears and for a few moments Raffy completely lost control. Toppling his lover over he pressed down, engulfing Rome’s mouth with his own and delving his tongue between open lips. It wasn’t until Rome started frantically tapping on his bicep with two fingers that he realized he still had his hand all up in Rome’s business and was dangerously close to shoving a finger in dry. He jerked both his hand and mouth away to the sound of Rome gasping. Hunched over he searched Rome’s face with concern and a stream of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” repeated over and over. Arms pulled him in, and Rome shushed him softly, “I’m fine. It was close but I’m fine.”
When Raffy felt Rome pull away his heart lurched. Had he already screwed this experiment up? He wouldn’t blame Rome if he was worried about being hurt. Agreeing to be bottom was putting himself in a vulnerable position and maybe he had just shown that he didn’t deserve that trust. On the verge of sinking into despair a familiar sound became his life raft. The scraping of the bedside drawer was followed by a scattering of packets and bottles tossed onto the bed as Rome returned to sweep Raffy up in his arms. Thinking it was time for more kissing, he leaned in but ended up planting one on the top of Rome’s head as his chest was attacked again. Mouth and teeth clamped around one rigid nipple sending waves of tingles through Raffy’s system as he clung to Rome’s head.
Rome’s enthusiastic attention settled Raffy’s misgivings, so he reached out a groping hand to grab the closest bottle of lube. He had to lean back a bit and expected his man to come up for air but instead it felt like a remora was clamped to his chest. Lube acquired, a shove off of the bed provided the momentum he needed to knock Rome onto his back. Raffy quickly moved between parted legs and shouldered them even further apart. The startled giggles coming from above filled Raffy’s chest with a completely different type of heat and he smiled to himself as he wrapped his lips around the cock bouncing in his face. The laughter choked off abruptly and was replaced by a muffled groan. Looking up Raffy saw one of Rome’s hands stuffed into his own mouth as he arched his back.
After a few bobs of his head Raffy pulled off wetly to focus on the task at hand. A liberal application of the slippery stuff to both fingers and ass allowed him to quickly work one finger into a willing Rome. This type of play had been a part of their intimacy for a long time, and they both knew how to get things done. Only this time Raffy was deliberately avoiding the spot he knew would send Rome over the edge. He didn’t want that to happen any time soon. Shifting his body up until they were chest to chest, Raffy continued to massage Rome from the inside. Raffy dropped a few rough, mouthy kisses into the crook of Rome’s neck while on the way to his ear. His man attempted to dodge but was too slow. After a few torturous moments Raffy asked “Are you ready for another finger?” Raffy almost bit down when Rome whined and panted “Please?”
Raffy continued to murmur into Rome’s ear, telling him how well he was doing as he took a second finger for the first time (as far as Raffy knew). Things were softening up nicely, so Raffy checked in again, “Another?” He felt Rome tighten. More reassuring words whispered lovingly helped Rome relax enough for the addition of a third long finger. The delicious noises coming from his lover intensified as Raffy carefully worked in and out, scissoring his fingers to open the way. Wanting to make sure Rome was still onboard Raffy gently asked, “Are you OK? Do you want to keep going?” Before he knew it Rome’s hands dove into the hair on the back of his head and pulled him in for what was more of an assault than a kiss. Lips were bitten and tongues tangled. Raffy responded by thrusting his hand harder, making Rome’s entire body jerk in response.
Raffy was almost overwhelmed with how sexy Rome looked when he dropped his head back, closed his eyes and lifted his hips in rhythm with the continuing percussion from Raffy’s hand. After a few moments Rome shifted his body upward, drawing away from the invading fingers. Locking his gaze on Raffy, Rome deliberately stretched his body out like a big cat and then turned into a crawling position, oozing towards a pillow. Raffy thought his heart might beat clear out of his chest as the gorgeous man lowered his chest to the mattress, leaving his carved marble ass in the air.
***
Rome had expected to be attacked before he even quit moving and when that didn’t happen he looked back with curiosity and then a small smile. His lover had grabbed a handful of condoms off the bed and as Rome watched he quickly settled on one, ripping it open and hurriedly smoothing it on without taking the time to remove the lacy red underwear. The contrast of him cutely concentrating on his task while kneeling, sporting a massive erection jutting out of the swath of scarlet stretched across his bouncy ass? That was an image that Rome wanted burned into his memory. Next came additional lube. Rome’s smile expanded as he caught Raffy’s raised eyes. He couldn’t resist the urge to allow his knees to slide apart and then tried to arch his back in what he hoped was a seductive invitation. Seductive or not, it had the intended effect as Raffy closed the distance between them with lighting speed. Rome could feel Raffy’s intense erection pressing against one inner thigh and then warmth covered his back. Kisses rained down across his back and shoulders as Raffy embraced him tighter.
Using the hand that had just applied lube, Raffy clamped onto Rome’s member, leaving the other hand free to turn Rome’s face for a passionate kiss. Making out lasted until they needed air. Through his panting Rome heard Raffy ask, “Are you still sure? Are you ready?” Understanding that his love needed reassurance and possibly even permission Rome replied, “Yes. Please. Please fuck me my dearest.” A grunt came from close to his ear and Rome felt a little fumbling near his ass. And then the feeling that he had been fantasizing about, imagining during solitary activities, a pressure against his entrance, finally became reality. With the most considerate and sincere voice Raffy promised “I’ll be gentle”.
The sheer irony of Raffy’s words prompted mirth to surge up from deep in his chest and it might have been a disaster if his rim hadn’t relaxed enough to allow Raffy his first short thrust. This cast an unbelievable sensation through Rome’s body and turned the laughter into a quite unmanly squeal-like exclamation. It was so much more than he could have imagined. Yes, there was pain, but Raffy had prepared him well. The invasion continued, and he started to have difficulty regulating his breathing. Tucking his head down between his elbows helped as Raffy slid in, centimeter by centimeter. After a moment, or possibly a millennium, something inside seized up. The groaning sounds of pleasure Rome had been unconsciously making transformed abruptly to a cry of “Wait, wait, wait …”
It never crossed Rome’s mind that his partner might not stop and Raffy lived up to expectations. Rome could feel him leaning forward into what would probably be a hug but then stop. Instead, he started rubbing Rome’s lower back and hips, making comforting noises and asking what he could do. “I just need a little time, don’t move. In or out.” Raffy’s head dropped between his shoulder blades and Rome could feel rapid, hot breaths on his back. Raffy must have realized that Rome’s cock had softened about the same time Rome did because the hand that had been forgotten in lieu of other activities picked up where it had left off. Regular stroking soon brought Rome back to attention, serving as a distraction from the clenching sensation in his channel.
As Rome relaxed into Raffy’s ministrations he silently promised himself that he would never again tell his lover to “Just relax.” Because how the hell was he supposed to relax with this baseball bat up his ass? Distracted thoughts had worked with the attention Raffy was lavishing onto his dick and he was pretty sure he could proceed. Rome lifted his head and called out “Love. My love” and could just lock eyes with Raffy as he raised his head. This view alone was worth all the effort. Raffy’s hair was hanging damp and messy around his flush adorned face. Eyes glittering with tears of effort hosted pupils blown out and luminous. His lips, always delectable, were swollen and red and his just visible chest was littered with red bites of love. He couldn’t see any further down, but he could feel Raffy’s core throbbing inside. Taking a breath Rome said, “I’m ready again.” Raffy’s eyes lost a bit of focus, and he got redder, if that was possible.
Rome was accustomed to the other position, and he knew that what Raffy probably wanted more than anything was to just thrust to the hilt, but instead he resumed the deliberate movements that had proceeded their break. He would advance firmly but then pause to let Rome adjust, only this time he continued to work Rome’s tool which made things go easier. The sensation of fullness grew and grew, almost overwhelming his senses. Far beyond anything Rome had experienced playing with a toy. He could feel the living heat and while he had always been in control of mechanical substitutes, now he was at the mercy of Raffy’s desires. This aspect made him want to completely relinquish responsibility and simply experience what Raffy wanted to give. With a final push, Raffy fell forward and slid one big hand around Rome’s throat, pulling him up for kisses. “It’s all in.” he said between Rome’s cheek and neck. “Tell me what you want.”
***
Being inside Rome felt nothing like Raffy had imagined. His best guess was that it would be something like, but not quite like oral. Nothing could have been further from the truth. There was heat, slickness from the lube and a tightness that walked a tightrope between pleasure and pain that luckily leaned enough towards pleasure to make Raffy desperate to continue. And then Rome called a time-out. Raffy’s body registered the request before his brain could and he started to lean forward to kiss and comfort, stopping short when he realized that might cause him to press forward in a way that hurt Rome. At a loss, he tried to comfort Rome as best he could.
Thinking back to his early days he knew that he wanted to do whatever he could to make sure Rome’s first-time experience was nothing like his own painful and fumbling early attempts. The older boys who played small roles around the sets his mother always dragged him to were consistently handsome, charming, and ultimately selfishly interested in only their own pleasure. Through the fog of resisting the urge to simply thrust forward until he could go no further, something occurred to Raffy that might help Rome unclench. Firm but slow strokes of his flagging erection soon yielded results, Rome’s body relaxing both inside and out.
When given the green light Raffy summoned all his willpower and continued as he had begun. Easing forward, he cursed himself silently for not paying attention to Rome’s cock from the get-go. If anyone knew how good being jerked off felt while getting railed, it was Raffy. After what seemed like forever the tight constriction of Rome’s hole was clutching the base of Raffy’s cock and the sensation caused him to collapse onto his lover’s back. After a small make-out break he asked Rome to tell him what he wanted. Holding close, their breathing synchronized, and the entire world narrowed down to their little pocket of joined heat. A deep shuddering sigh rippled through Rome and his voice was unusually soft when he said “Make love to me teerak”
Something let go inside of Raffy that he didn’t know he had been holding on to. A part of him had been worried that Rome would want to be pounded into the mattress and he didn’t think he was capable of that. He was barely holding it together, wavering between possibly popping off prematurely or simply softening altogether. But he could make love to this man in his arms, at times it seemed like his only true purpose in life. He started to move focusing on Rome’s reactions. Together they built to a steady but gentle rhythm, near pornographic moaning coming from one or both of them. Raffy couldn’t tell. He was lost in new feelings pulsing around his full length. Thinking that this was why Rome always begged for them to go all night Raffy decided it was time for a check-in and maybe he was stable enough to try something a little fancy.
Hands massaged over defined abs and then moved up, caressing pecs on the way to Rome’s shoulders. With surprising strength Raffy hauled his man upright to lean against Raffy’s chest. The shift in position did unbelievable things to Raffy’s cock and it must have surprised Rome as well because he cried “Aaagh, Raffy!” while scrabbling for purchase on Raffy’s arms. He took that as a sign to experiment more, thrusting forward and eliciting more exciting noises from his partner. Before taking things any further he nuzzled into Rome’s neck and asked “Are you ok? Should I stop?” Rome threw one arm back, clamped Raffy’s head tightly in place and hissed, “Don’t you dare.” To Raffy it seemed to be as good a time as any to acquire another new skill, so he set about a series of toe-curling maneuvers (his own toes) in search of the P-spot. Heat continued to build in the base of his core as he explored, ratcheting up even further when Rome cried out, throwing his body forward against Raffy’s tight embrace.
As much as Raffy wanted to stretch this out he knew from experience that much longer would leave Rome either in pain or horribly uncomfortable for the next day or two. He renewed his focus, grabbing Rome’s cock and deliberately thrusting into the spot he had just discovered. Rome jolted again with his head thrown back and begged for kisses. Raffy was happy to oblige, pressing wet and sloppy into his open mouth. Their noises combined as Raffy continued to firmly thrust against that special spot preferring precision to excess strength that would be hard on his lover the first time. He could feel Rome’s insides throbbing, clenching in time to the faster, rougher beat of Raffy’s hand. Raffy pulled his mouth away from its haphazard activities and began whispering into Rome’s ear.
He told him how sexy he looked, how amazing it felt to be inside of him. He praised individual features and with each item he thrust in and out. He then asked him how close? He asked him if he could feel the cum building up in his balls. He begged “Rome, can you cum for me?” sliding his tongue into an ear that was desperately trying to get away. And then Rome convulsed in his hand, pumping hot fluid in spurts. Raffy continued thrusting and stroking until Rome started making the mewling, overstimulated noises Raffy knew well. With careful movements Raffy rolled them both onto their sides. Rome the little spoon with Raffy’s hard member still deep inside. Aftershocks and tremors traveled through Rome’s channel and into Raffy who winced while cuddling his love.
***
The fantasies had always been rough and ready, Rome imagining the classic aggressive topping behavior. But when the moment came all he wanted was Raffy’s love. He couldn’t say that Raffy always gave him what he asked for because Raffy could be a major brat. He could be fussy and obstinate and difficult just to be difficult. Apparently tonight was a night to be cooperative because the smooth and gentle motion Raffy dropped into was luxurious. He could feel himself opening and the initial pain faded away. There was still a discomforting feeling of fullness, but he thought he was getting used to it.
That was until he was jerked upright out of the smooth escalation of pleasure and into a sharper, more intense feeling that coursed through his body. He was able to ground himself by grasping Raffy’s supportive arms and then the man was saying something about stopping. This comment cut through Rome’s haze and he made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that Raffy was not to stop. He quickly realized he might regret that snap decision when Raffy started doing unholy things with his cock. Rome was struggling to process all of the new feelings when a fairly familiar electrical shock ran through his body. Raffy had milked his prostate before and a finger up the ass was never unwelcome, but this was on a whole different level. Raffy’s considerable tool knocking firmly up against that spot was a level of intensity vastly higher than fingers and Rome didn’t think he should be held responsible for the noises he was making.
Like a dog with a bone, Rome felt Raffy focus in on the repeated delicious abuse of his prostate. This alone had narrowed down his awareness to their small bubble, but then the madman grabbed his dick and Rome was gone. His body was no longer aware of anything but pleasure. He needed an anchor, so he begged Raffy to kiss him. It helped somewhat but Raffy was relentless. Then he started whispering obscene things into his ear and time ceased to exist until he erupted in pleasure. When his mind began to clear his back was snugged up against Raffy, warm in his embrace. Further evaluation of his body revealed that there was still a baseball bat up his ass and he turned his head to try and catch Raffy’s face.
The face in question had its eyes closed in a slightly pinched expression. Testing the waters Rome rolled his waist and Raffy’s eyes popped wide open, hands darting forward to grab Rome’s hips. They remained in this position, eyes locked, and Rome tried out a few more rolls, each slightly different than the other. Raffy’s head dropped back at the same time Rome felt him attempting to match his movements. The slide was pleasant, but Rome was also starting to feel sore. Raffy curled forward again and began moving his hips in earnest, if awkwardly because of the position. Rome could feel Raffy breathing heavily into the back of his neck and he decided he could bear the growing discomfort for a little while. He grabbed the hands at his hips and pressed back into Raffy’s rutting core. The breathing grew faster but then Rome heard a little sob. Instantly concerned he twisted as much as he could to touch Raffy’s face, heartbroken to feel wetness.
“My love! What is wrong?” Rome searched his partner’s eyes with desperation. A broken voice answered “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I can’t. It feels like it’s right there, but I can’t reach it.” With exquisite delicacy Rome pulled himself away from their connection, holding the condom so it didn’t get lost, and held Raffy tightly. “Don’t cry, it’s completely normal. You’ve never done this before.” Rome continued to offer Raffy comforting words while wiping away his tears. After a few moments Raffy seemed to settle down but then he closed his eyes with a wince and tears squeezed out of the corners once again. “Why new tears my dear?” asked Rome, waiting patiently until he could see the most beautiful eyes he’d ever beheld which currently looked somewhat embarrassed. Those eyes glanced downward and then Raffy whispered “It hurts.”
Rome was instantly relieved because this was a problem he could fix. He flashed his biggest trademark smile and scooted quickly down the bed. Raffy made weak noises of protest that cut off as Rome deftly stripped off the condom and engulfed the painfully red head with his eager mouth. He was briefly startled and then started chuckling. The vibrations caused Raffy to buck slightly, sliding deeper into Rome. He should have noticed the scent, but the strawberry flavor was immediate. Rome guessed that when Raffy was fumbling with the condoms he grabbed one of the novelty kinds that Ray had given them as a condo warming gift. Rome decided to postpone the decision to tell or not tell Raffy until a later date.
Finally back in control of the agenda, Rome took the opportunity to do something he had wanted to do what felt like hours ago. Sliding both hands up the backs of Raffy’s thighs, up and under the still clinging lace undies, Rome grabbed two handfuls of round, perky ass and used the leverage to plunge further down on Raffy’s cock. He could never take it all, but he made the most of what he could. After pushing down as far as he could manage, eliciting another groan from above, Rome sucked his way up to the head and teased the slit with a pointed tongue. Repeating this process again and again had Raffy panting and writhing. Just as Rome considered changing things up, he felt hands on his head. Well, one hand twined into his hair but the other clenched around something. Reluctantly releasing one cheek reddened by attention, Rome reached up and Raffy grabbed his hand. Maintaining his rhythm in this unbalanced position was a challenge but it didn’t last long as Raffy folded down all but two of Rome’s fingers and lubed up the chosen ones.
Smiling with a dick in his mouth for the second time that night, Rome sent his hand right back to where it was, only this time made a beeline for Raffy’s rim. His response was much more vocal as Rome efficiently worked in one and then two fingers while nuzzling the space between Raffy’s balls and upper thigh. As Raffy opened a little, Rome bit and sucked his way across the unadorned thigh to satisfy his need for symmetry. A familiar lift of the hips signaled that Raffy was ready to get down to business and Rome slid upward to get his lips around Raffy once more. He teased the head for a moment and then dropped his mouth to forcefully take in as much as possible while pressing down directly on Raffy’s fun button. Raffy’s whole body jackknifed and he cradled Rome’s head. Rome loved this part, so he continued to choke himself while massaging and feeling Raffy jolt each time. Both of Raffy’s hands seized the back of Rome’s head and he felt the tingle of tugging on his hair, not pushing or trying to control but because he knew it turned Rome on. Rome could feel his own arousal trying to respond but it didn’t seem possible. With a thrust Raffy pushed a little deeper and came down Rome’s throat, sliding in and out a few times as Rome licked his way off. As he reached the head Rome deliberately drove his tongue into the slit one last time and Raffy cried out an objection, smacking the side of Rome’s head. Pleased with himself, Rome eased up the bed and snuggled into Raffy’s arms. Scattering kisses over a sweaty forehead, rosy cheeks and finally swollen lips Rome asked, “Do these undies come in different colors?”
***
Lying on the couch with his head cradled in Raffy’s lap, Rome was pretty sure this was as good as it got. His man was doom scrolling through Instagram while running long fingers through Rome’s hair. It occasionally sent little tingles down his neck as he played pointless games on his phone. They had nothing scheduled today and miraculously nothing tomorrow either. Only it wasn’t a miracle, Raffy had made this happen for them and Rome had already said thank you several times. After they finally woke up Raffy had said he needed to go to the market. Always one for a foray Rome had moved to jump up and failed as soreness bordering on pain reminded him of the previous night. He regretted nothing and set his mind to pushing through.
But Raffy had other ideas. With a soft kiss to the cheek, he had urged Rome to stay home and rest. Then he was off. Rome had gingerly taken stock of his body and then made his way to the living room with a less than dignified walk that he was glad wasn’t on display at the market. When he went to the bathroom there was a new tube of anti-inflammatory sitting on the counter beside a dose of pain killer and a cup of water. He got a little choked up imagining Raffy carefully setting these out in a way that made it so he wouldn’t have to have a discussion that embarrassed him. After the meds had all kicked in, he was doubly grateful for Raffy’s kindness.
The character on his phone died a spectacular death and Rome looked up. At some point Raffy had started staring off into space and Rome took some time to simply bask in his beauty. But there was something troubling in those eyes. Rome reached up and cupped Raffy’s cheek, turning his face gently so that he could peer into his eyes, “Please talk to me teerak?” The depths of those eyes held onto their secrets for a few moments longer and then a dam broke. Words tumbled out of Raffy, “Was last night OK? I’m sorry that I caught you unawares. Do you feel ok? Are you in pain? Did I do OK? Did I mess everything up? We never have to do that again; I won’t make you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t …”
Rome silenced Raffy’s spiraling by pulling him down into a deep, soft kiss. He nibbled at first the top and then the bottom lip, licking just the tip of his tongue between. After Raffy had been thoroughly kissed, Rome released the hand behind his neck and Raffy unbent his body. “It was really OK?” came one final, pleading question. Rome reached halfway up and threatened sternly “Do I need to kiss you again?” A cute head tilt told him that wasn’t a particularly effective threat and Rome grinned. It was Rome’s turn to talk. “Listen to me, last night was wonderful. I’m not going to say it was perfect but that is what practice is for.” Raffy perked up at that and asked, “Practice? You mean you would do it again?”
Always looking for the smart answer Rome replied “Again? I’m thinking of changing my dating profile to Verse.” Storm clouds gathered in Raffy’s eyes transforming them from sublime to terrifying and Rome hastened to placate in a soft voice, “My love, you know I have only you. What I’m trying to say is, should you want to try it again all you have to do is ask and I will be naked before you finish the question.” He was expecting the side eye and Raffy did not disappoint. He just couldn’t resist provoking the man. Raffy’s hand descended back to stroke Rome’s hair, and he was once again seeking answers somewhere in the distance. After a bit, Rome’s headrest suddenly jostled him as Raffy popped up out of the couch. “I totally forgot, I got us something special at the market!”
The distance of a few breaths later Raffy returned and placed a tray full of strawberries on the coffee table, resuming his position on the couch. Rome stared at them and tried his very best to hold in what was coming, but he had never been the strongest soldier. A few muffled snorts developed into a full-blown laughing fit as Raffy stared at him befuddled. “What is so fucking funny?” and Rome knew by the swearing he was in trouble, but he couldn’t stop. Gasping for air he tried for sincerity when he said, “I can’t tell you, my love.” Raffy scowled back, “You can, and you will.” Shaking his head, Rome eked out between wheezing laughs, “I am truly sorry, but I can’t.” With no warning Rome found himself toppled to the floor as Raffy bolted up and out of the room. He had landed directly on his ass and pain jolted up his spine. It probably served him right. He made no move to get up and simply remained on the ground until he was able to regain his composure.
***
Anyone who entered the room would have thought it was empty until a disembodied hand rose over the edge of the coffee table and plucked a strawberry from the tray. Hand and strawberry disappeared over the edge and after a moment, giggling echoed through the space.