52. Dax

Chapter fifty-two

Dax

"I almost lost my life. I thought I was a goner. And your face is the only thing that has the power to bring me back."

Large droplets of rain fall from the sky one after another, the air no longer clean and cool, now replaced with humidity and coldness. The lights in the trees are slowly starting to switch off, one by one. Luckily, we managed to save the bouquet before it got destroyed as Jae carefully places the vase down on the coffee table in front of the log burner in an attempt to dry them off.

"We should probably get out of these clothes quickly before we get sick." he hums as he stares into the fire blazing on the logs in front of him, slowly starting to peel his sweatshirt from his torso.

With his back still facing me, I take the opportunity to dart my eyes between the muscles standing dominant near the top, and the dimples on his lower back. I will never not get lost in the sight of his body. Even though he doesn't work out as much anymore due to his side, he's still in pristine shape. He carefully pulls off his shoes before he slides his jeans down his legs, and I can't stop my mouth from watering from the sight of him.

Nothing he's doing right now is sexual, but the way the fire light reflects onto his dark skin, makes my cock twitch.

He haltingly turns to face me, raising a brow when he sees I'm still sat fully clothed. "Do you need any help?" he questions in a deep, husky undertone.

I don't reply. I can't.

I'm too busy salivating at the sight of him.

He casually starts to approach me, taking one step at a time. Keeping his eyes on mine in the process.

"Everything you did for me tonight was amazing, pretty boy. You don't have to do anything for me, you know. You just being here is enough. It's more than enough," he says as he stops in front of me.

"Lift your arms, let's get your shirt off."

I follow his command.

Slowly taking hold of the hem at the bottom, he slides the shirt up my body and over my head in record time, dropping it onto the floor.

Once off, he takes his fingertips and traces them around the shape of the sunflowers on my chest and stomach as he slides my shoes from my feet with his other hand, they also join the pile on the floor before he moves to the zipper of my jeans, torturously sliding it down to move his hand to the waistband, starting to tug them off. He nods his head at me once, signalling me to lift my hips, and I do so happily, with my eyes following the movement of him removing them from my legs.

Holding his hands out in front of me, I take them both as he pulls me up to stand in front of him.

"You're shivering, we need to get you in front of the fire to warm up," he says softly, interlocking his fingers with my own, leading the way towards the log burner.

We round the table, hand in hand, and take a seat on the floor in front of the fire.

"I was worried when you said you'd come home early, I thought something was wrong. I didn't expect something like this. The lights, the flowers, you. I feel like the luckiest man in the world."

"There's nothing lucky about being stuck with me. I've got a fucked-up mind, you could have anyone in the world you wanted."

"Well, it's a good job I don't want anyone else then, isn't it?"

"But what if it gets too much? What if my brain gets too much? What if I get too much?"

"That'll never happen. You've not too much, Dax, you're more than enough."

Lowering my head to shy away and hide the warmth in my cheeks, he moves his hand underneath my chin, catching it in his hold to bring upwards to face him.

"Don't shy away from me. I want to see your beautiful face."

He doesn't give me time to respond before he takes a hold of my hips and pulls me on top of him. Now making me straddle him.

"Hi," he whispers deeply.

"Hi."

I bring all my courage up, pushing myself forward and this time, I make the move first. Taking his lips with my own, sliding my tongue along the line of his mouth begging for entrance. He responds instantly, allowing my tongue inside, allowing me to taste him as he groans into my mouth.

As I slide deeper into his mouth, he places both hands on my thighs, pulling me down, stopping me from being able to move as he raises his hips from the floor in search of friction, which causes both of our cocks to jump at the sensation.

We haven't allowed ourselves to be intimate since he came back, I've been too scared about hurting him.

But I have a burning need for him, and I think he does for me too.

"Sunshine, you've got to stop before you start something we're going to have to finish," I say in a husky unrecognisable voice.

"But what if I'm ready to finish it?"

I don't need to hear any more words coming from his mouth.

Our kisses turn frantic, heated with need and passion. This isn't just a kiss, or a promise like usual, this is the two of us devouring one another. We're taking. We can't stop.

Both panting and groaning into each other's mouths, neither of us want to pull back or take our mouths away from the other, but I feel as though if I don't sometime soon, I will no longer be able to breathe.

Eventually pulling myself away, he groans from the loss of contact, pushing his hips up further so our cocks are rubbing against one another through the fabric of the only item of clothing we have left on.

"Please, Dax, I can't take it anymore," he whimpers as I move my hips alongside his, both syncing in rhythm.

Fuck. I forgot how much I loved that sound.

Something about making Jae whimper rushes straight through me.

"We need to take these off," he says with fire dancing in his eyes. In this light, he looks otherworldly. The colours from the fire reflecting from his skin perfectly. Framing his prominent features as the light behind him glows.

He doesn't give me the chance to respond as he wraps one arm around me, moving another to his boxers as he lifts himself up, still holding me in place, and pushes his boxers over his hips, dragging them down his legs. Once he's naked, I lift myself up so he can remove mine the same.

Taking my mouth back with his, he slowly moves his other hand down my body until it reaches my cock, and he gently grasps it with one hand, sliding up and down, using his thumb to continue teasing the tip.

Pulling his mouth a few inches from mine, he whispers, "I've missed the weight of you in my hand, the taste of you wasn't enough. I've been desperate to have you again."

I groan into his mouth at his confession as he swallows it down.

Removing his hand from my cock, he takes hold of his own, pushing both of them together, now wrapping his hand around us both.

Jae's cock is bigger than mine, thicker, and feeling the friction of them rubbing together makes me want to come. It feels like heaven and hell in one, the torture and the pleasure rising in me, begging to release.

Wrapping his arm around my waist again, he gently lifts me once more, leaning forward to push me down so I'm now laid on my back as he leans over the top of me, his cock twitching as he comes closer towards me.

I can feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his skin, the weight of his hard cock against my stomach, and my mind is foggy with lust.

Moving himself to the side, he places his hand on the table, pulling a rose from the bouquet sitting on top.

"Red roses. Beautiful, aren't they? They're my favourite. I didn't understand the power of flowers until you taught me. I fell in love with this bouquet when I walked in the shop. I couldn't stop thinking about how special the person was who would receive it. I never thought it would have been me." He takes the rose bud and traces it across my skin. The smooth velvety texture, gliding over effortlessly as he brings it down to my groin. The sensation makes my cock jump, begging to be touched. I attempt to slide my hand round, wanting to relieve some pressure, and he taps my hand out of the way, shaking his head side to side. He lays the rose to the side of me, leaning over to pull out another flower, a Heather. "This is a new flower. A Heather. I learnt that today. Do you know what these flowers mean, Dax?" he asks with confidence.

I cough. "Admiration. Solitude."

"Good boy. Why did you choose the flowers in this bouquet?" His eyes darken.

"Because they say what I can't say out loud."

And they do. I picked each flower specifically. Roses, tulips, and orchids being the main body with smaller flowers incorporated too such as magnolias, beauty; lavender, love and devotion and a single poppy, passion.

He takes the two flowers together down my length, slowly, to the point it's almost painful.

When he notices the pre cum starting to collect at the tip, he takes his pinkie finger, swiping across, collecting it, and brings it to his mouth, torturously sliding it between his lips, tasting me.

"Delicious," he hums.

All my senses are heightened, I feel close to combustion.

"Please," I beg.

His eyes dart back to my own, "Please what?"

"I need you to fuck me," I whisper.

But it's more like a prayer.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Dax. I'm going to make love to you."

He turns his back to me to face the sofa, taking two pillows, placing one underneath my head and one underneath my hips.

"You wait right here." he says as he quickly lifts himself up, walking out of the room.

He returns seconds later with a bottle in his hand, approaching me with hooded eyes.

Before he can say anything, I hear a bottle cap opening and the sound of liquid being poured. I close my eyes in anticipation, preparing myself for whatever is about to happen next.

His fingers start to snake down the side of my thigh, moving so slowly – I wish they would speed up. They close around my cock, giving a final tug as I feel his fingers run down past my balls, now circling my hole.

Gently sliding one finger in, I groan at the invasion.

He lifts himself slightly, soaking in the sounds coming from me.

Drowning in them.

"You're so tight, pretty boy, exactly how I remember. But I don't want to hurt you, we've got to take it slow. Are you ready for me to slide in another?"

I nod, taking in a deep breath, preparing myself as he pushes two fingers into the tight ring of muscle. The sensation alone could make me come.

"Fuccckk, Dax. You're doing so good. So, fucking tight. You feel like heaven." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "I'm going to start moving though, okay?"

"Please."

The room fills with pants and deep breaths, my mind is lost in a cloud of fog. The only thing I can concentrate on is his fingers thrusting inside of me in a slow rhythm, making my toes curl and my heart pound each time.

"I need to slide in one more, okay? I don't want to hurt you, but I can see how much your body needs me. Just one more."

"Okay," I pant, taking in another deep breath, feeling the burn of three fingers inside of me.

"Such a good boy," he whispers against my ear as he bites the lobe. "Look how you're taking my fingers so well. I wish you could see."

This man and his mouth are going to be the death of me.

He starts spearing me with his fingers soon after they've gotten past my tight ring of skin. Thrusting in and out in quick movements. Curling to find my sweet spot.

"I'm going to come if you don't fuck me soon, Jae. Please."

"Okay, pretty boy, I've got you." He pulls his fingers out, painstakingly slow, and my hole clenches at the loss. I can feel the flames dancing upon my body as I notice my cock is now a dark shade of purple, begging to be let out of its misery.

I look up at him with hooded eyes as he lifts himself up, taking one of my legs and pressing it towards my chest.

"If you feel any pain or discomfort at any point and want to stop, tap my leg two times, okay? I really don't want to hurt you Dax, but I need to be inside of you. As soon as you want to stop, we'll stop, okay?"

"Please make love to me," my voice comes out on a shallow breath.

He smiles at me. Showing me the big sparkling eyes, I fell in love with. He has always been so caring with me, so patient. I hear the cap of the lube open again before he slowly takes the tip of his big cock and directs it to my entrance, gently pushing inside.

I welcome the burn.

I've missed this.

"Fuck, I need to move, is that okay?" he asks with softness in his eyes.

I don't know how he's so fucking calm right now because I'm about to blow.

He thrusts into me slowly a handful of times, and I can feel every moment of my body welcoming him inside.

"I'm going to push all the way in, okay? Please tell me if you need me to stop."

"Okay." I breathe in deeply once again.

He pushes further in until he's fully seated inside me and we both groan when his thickness rubs against my prostate.

Leaning down, he carefully makes sure not to press all his weight on top of me at once as he takes my mouth with his, whispering words of promise, love, and admiration in between each kiss.

In another attempt, I try to snake my arm between the two of us to relieve some of the pressure from my aching cock, which is now leaking between us, but he still doesn't let me. Instead, he takes both my hands, holding onto them, and moves them above my head.

"You'll come with me, baby."

"But what about you? I want to fuck you –"

"Right now, this is about you. You can fuck me later. But right now, this moment is about me making love to the man I'm in love with."

He captures my mouth again as he starts to thrust into me faster. Both of us swallowing each other's moans.

"Right there, sunshine. Please do that again," I pant into his mouth.

He replies by doing what I ask of him, thrusting into that sweet spot, again and again.

"I'm going to come, Dax. Are you going to come with me?"

I nod.

I need to come so fucking badly, I've been holding off all this time, I don't know how much longer I can hold on for.

"Beautiful, I'm so close. Fuck," he pants.

Thrust.

And that's all it takes to take me over the edge.

I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me as he collapses on top of me.

At the same time, I feel my own cock pulsing between the two of us, covering both our bodies with my release.

"Fuck, you came without touching yourself. That's hot," he says as he leans his head against my chest. "I'm going to pull out now, okay?"

I grunt at the loss, instantly feeling empty as he does.

He lifts himself up gently, taking his finger, pushing back in any cum leaking from my hole, which makes my cock start to harden again.

He laughs when he starts to notice. "Slow down, pretty boy. Are you in any pain?"

I shake my head as I push my head further into the pillow my head is laid on, feeling comfortable and content.

Feeling nothing but love.

Maybe I am good enough for him. And maybe, he does love me.

And that's last thought I have before I close my eyes, feeling a damp flannel roaming along my body as I fall asleep.