Kai

KAI

"Just how long are you going to take in there?" Hunter called through the bathroom door.

"I haven't been in here that long," I said with a roll of my eyes as I tried to ensure I got every last bit of soap off my body. "You're going to take far longer than me."

"Will not!"

"Will to."

It always took him longer to get ready to go out for the night. Even when we were teenagers and weren't going anywhere important, he took forever, mostly because there was rarely anywhere important to go. There had been a couple of years there, when we'd been about thirteen, where he'd taken to trying to cover up his marks with makeup, and he got quite good at it. Even the worst bruises ended up looking faint and healing.

Until his father figured out what he was doing. It was the one time I'd seen Hunter almost lose his self-control. He'd shown up at my house, full of emotion, as he stood there, holding an arm that needed a cast, covered in new bruises and with blood running down his face. Even when I took him to the hospital, he made me promise I wouldn't take my rage out on the bastard who'd caused Hunter so much harm. Back then, I thought he'd done it not because he was afraid of what his alcoholic, out-of-shape father could have done to me but what I would have done to him and what would have happened to me afterward.

It was only now I wondered if it was his way of controlling himself; by keeping me calm, he could also keep himself calm.

"I'm getting out now!" I called so he could start getting ready. I had found a nice place that thankfully had a last-minute cancellation and managed to get a reservation. The place was…well, I couldn't pronounce the name, considering how horribly French it was. I did, however, have the location stored on my phone, so finding it wasn't going to be a problem, though we were going to have problems if the menu was in French and I had to pronounce anything aloud.

"About time!" he called through the door, sounding irritable. He'd never been good at waiting patiently. He'd been calm all week, only asking if I'd managed to find something and looking a little surprised when I said I had. Then he laughed when I said I'd pulled some strings because we both knew I had zero and let the subject drop. Yet as the time ticked away today, he pestered me about getting ready and asking if I had something to wear.

I opened the door, keeping a hand on the towel around my waist, and eyed him. "It was fifteen minutes at most. I was making sure to get every nook and cranny, alright?"

The argument on his face died as his eyes widened while he stared at me, his arm tightening around the towel he was holding. "I?—"

"What?" I asked in bewilderment. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Uh, no, but all your nooks and crannies sure do," he said with a snort, eyes slowly panning over me, forcing me to realize I was standing there in just a towel, and not a particularly thick one. "You're very…wet."

"Good lord," I said with a laugh, pushing past him. "Tone down the horny."

"Oh, I've been trying," he teased, and I knew that once again, he was checking out my ass. Of course, that was after he made sure to stare at my groin covered by the thin towel as I moved past him.

The past week had been…interesting. Asking Hunter out on a date had shifted something in our heads, especially how we were around one another. We'd be perfectly fine one moment, and then the next, I'd catch his eyes lingering on me a little too long. I hadn't figured out if he was simply letting it happen more than he had in the past or if I was more attuned to it.

Whatever the case was, we had gone from effectively zero sexual tension in the apartment to an overload. I'd even had to start being careful when I saw him and vice versa. The other day, I'd been eating a sandwich at the counter when he emerged from his bedroom to get coffee and start his day. The problem was, he'd done it wearing the smallest sleeping shorts known to man sitting dangerously low on his hips. I'd ended up squeezing my sandwich hard enough to make the tomato explode everywhere when he'd bent down to retrieve a spoon he'd dropped. I had to clean it up, my face as red as the tomato, while I avoided looking at him.

Not that he was anywhere near innocent. I'd once woken up in the middle of the night, as I often did, considering I was still adjusting to a regular sleep schedule. I hadn't realized I couldn't hear him sleeping, distressed but soft noises. He'd been attacking a bowl of ice cream when I entered the kitchen and looked guilty until his face went blank and his eyes dropped. It had taken me until he'd left the kitchen with a choking noise to realize I'd been wearing sleep shorts of my own…and was still half hard from having just woken up, giving him an eye full.

Needless to say, things were a bit tense, and I constantly felt we were trying to behave ourselves. I'd never really looked at Hunter as a sexual being before, mostly because that was a dangerous line of thinking. The problem was I was beginning to see it more and more, making it incredibly difficult to ignore.

Thankfully, in the ‘safety' of the bedroom I was using, I could let those thoughts slip away as I finished drying. Opening the closet, I pulled out the garment bag I'd snuck into the apartment. I'd found a tailor willing to do the tailoring for me quickly, and the suit looked better on me than any other suit I'd owned.

I slapped on some deodorant and the cologne I'd found. It was absurdly expensive for the small bottle, but I was told up and down it would smell great on me. I could take my time while Hunter was in the bathroom. It was a simple suit with no frills, but flair was more Hunter's style, and I wondered what he would look like when we went out.

It was a good thing Hunter was the slow and steady type about getting ready because it took me forever and repeated watches of a YouTube video to get my bow tie right. By the time I finally got it done, I looked in the mirror and admired myself. I still looked rough and a bit mean, but the suit somehow refined it, making it almost elegant.

"What do you think?" I asked the oversized orange ball on the bed. Clem looked up from his nap to squint at me, slowly blinking his eyes before closing them to begin purring while he went back to his nap. "I'll take that as your stamp of approval."

Putting on the dress shoes I'd bought with the suit, I left the bedroom to see how Hunter was doing. The bathroom was empty, but his bedroom door was closed, which I hoped meant he was getting dressed. Not that we didn't have plenty of time before the reservation, but the more time Hunter was given, the better.

That was until he opened the door as I approached and stepped out in only a pair of loose shorts. He wasn't the type to stroll around half-naked, but I'd seen it enough that you'd think I'd have gotten used to it. Clearly, that wasn't the case because seeing him short-circuited my brain before he froze, realizing I was standing there.

He really had worked out over the past couple of years, and the past one in particular. Hunter had always been on the skinny side, but he'd apparently put in the time, effort, and dietary changes to alter that. He would always be thinner, but he'd put on some muscle, making him broader in the chest and shoulders than before, but he still had a trim waist.

"Jesus Christ," he said, turning on his heel to face me properly. "Would you look at that?"

It took me a moment to realize this was the first time he'd seen me in a real suit. The other times I'd worn one had been two weddings and a funeral, none of which he'd attended. Which meant I very quickly needed to stop staring at his half-naked body and focus.

"And I notice you aren't dressed at all," I said wryly, trying not to squirm under his open appraisal of my outfit.

"And I'm going to be outshone in a heartbeat," he said with a chuckle, coming forward. "Was going to do my hair before I put on my suit, but shit, you're going to make me look cheap."

"You're not going to look cheap," I told him with a frown. He would probably be more colorful than me, but that was just Hunter's way. Then again, I hoped it wasn't too colorful, or we might get thrown out on our asses by some snotty host at the restaurant. "You always look good."

"He says while standing in an expensive suit while I'm in ratty shorts."

"And you look great wearing them."

His eyes flashed with an unknown emotion before he reached out and set a hand on my chest. "And you look…amazing. Holy crap, how have I never seen you all dressed up before?"

"Probably because monkey suits and I don't get along."

"Uh, clearly , you do. Probably a good thing I never saw anything like this before."

"Why's that?"

"Because I would have had a really hard time keeping myself under control."

I knew I looked better than expected, but I could feel my face warming. "It's just a suit."

"No, babe, you're rocking that suit," he said, running his hand down my chest and sniffing the air. "And I don't know what the hell sex in a bottle you bought, but that cologne is amazing."

"I don't remember the name. The guy at the store insisted it would work for ‘someone like you.' I didn't know what he meant, but I was trying not to take offense."

"Well, however he meant it, he was damn right," Hunter said, and I realized he was practically purring as Clem had been. "Because damn, do you look good."

"Uh…Hunt?" I began, feeling a warmth spread through my body that had nothing to do with being complimented or how warm the apartment was. His fingers were too deliberate, too seeking to be anything but arousing, as they slid down my chest to my stomach. "Aren't…what are you doing?"

"Sorry," he said nervously but didn't pull his hands away. "I just…I knew you'd look good. You always look good. But this is a level I really…really wasn't expecting."

I tried to look down at his hand, but the problem was it allowed me to see everything, including the tent in the front of his shorts. A few years ago, I stayed with him and saw him walk out of the room he shared with Lucas, wearing only a pair of shorts. He hadn't known I'd returned from the date I'd had that night and hadn't bothered to wear underwear. Which meant I knew that tent should be more tented if he was hard, which meant he was probably wearing nice underwear…the kind that hugged him just right.

"Uh," I began, realizing I might have made a few mistakes in the past week. Namely, opening that damn door that held back my lust, but also not taking care of some…personal business. I had attempted to spice things up tonight, making sure I was as eager as possible.

I was quickly beginning to see how much of a mistake that was. Plenty of fabric was between his hands and my chest, but I could practically feel his fingers burning my skin. I hadn't needed those extra days of not getting off to ensure my full attention would be locked on him…if it became sexual, that was.

So there I was, dressed to the nines while my best friend was fondling me, and I was having a difficult time keeping myself under control. The best I could manage was to reach down and take hold of his hand as gently as possible but still keep a good grip as I felt his fingers wiggle against my hold.

"Look," I said with a laugh that was more nervous than I was used to. "I'll be honest, I'm a little…uh, pent up right now."

"Pent up?"

"I didn't jerk off this week."

"Damn, why would you do that to yourself, and why are you bringing it up?"

"I did it because…well, because I'm an idiot who was convinced I needed to be as primed as possible in case anything happened tonight. And if it didn't, I'd have taken care of it tonight…but I haven't. Look, the point is, your groping is not exactly helping my control, alright?"

"Control issues, huh?" he asked, and my eyes widened when his fingers wrapped around my wrist. I hadn't realized he'd pulled his hand free, and to my surprise, I didn't resist when he tugged my hand down. "I'm having some of those myself."

"Hunt," I warned in a soft voice, trying to resist before he pulled my arm all the way down. "Tonight?—"

"Is going to be special," he said as if he was assuring me, which he kind of was. I wanted tonight to be as special as possible for him.

"I don't want you to think that…I wasn't saying that because you're just a walking sex bot to me," I told him, stopping my arm before he could close the distance to his groin.

He blinked before reaching up with his other hand to cup the back of my neck and hold me in place. Hunter held my gaze for a handful of seconds before smiling slowly. "And I would never think you want anything from me except me. You, Malakai Owen Martin, have never been anything more than my faithful friend and loyal companion. And if we choose to do something sexual because we both want it, then I will never once think you are using me. And if you don't want to, or you want to wait, then you use your big boy words and tell me right now."

I was still at war with myself because I wanted to finish what he was starting right here and now. But I also…well, I didn't know, but I suspected he probably had several hang-ups when it came to sex, and I didn't want to stomp all over his issues just because I was horny and he was hot. On the other hand, to not take him at his word felt like an insult to the friendship we'd shared for years.

Giving in, I was the one who slid my hand down the last few inches. His breath shook slightly when I took his cock in hand, sliding it down as I felt it straining but still pinned against his thigh. Even through shorts and underwear, I could feel how hot it was, and an insane zing shot through me when I heard him moan as my finger ran over the head.

I kissed him then, just like I had done in the club. This time, however, there was no hesitation, no screaming voice in my head saying I was being impulsive and stupid. Now there was only the intensity of the kiss and the feel of his dick throbbing lightly against my grip with the beat of his heart.

"Hunter," I breathed. "I don't know how to…—"

"How to what? Control yourself? Or has it been that long since you were with a guy?"

"I don't want to…upset you."

The kiss broke, and I almost chased it, except I felt the mood shift slightly as he eased back. There in his eyes was the look of fear and wariness I'd been dreading, knowing it could always exist in the back of his mind. I also thought I saw irritation, as if he was annoyed I'd brought it up at such a heated moment.

Then it broke, and he let out a heavy sigh. "I know. I can feel it, you know? In the back of my head. Constantly panicking and worrying. Whenever I thought about doing anything with anyone, it filled my whole head, and I would just…freeze. Even trying to flirt with someone, I'd lose my mind. And I hate that with you. My dream has come true, and I can still feel it."

"Hey," I said, slowly reaching up to cup his face with both hands. "No one with enough brain cells is going to blame you for that. What you went through, what you endured and survived, is nothing to…it's going to leave a mark, okay? I know that, and I will never blame you, even if you bail out when we're in the middle, not if you pull away or freak out. All I need from you is to tell me when it gets too much and what you need."

"I don't know," he said, suddenly so unsure of himself that I wanted to kick myself for stealing what bit of confidence he'd gained. "I don't know what's going to set me off."

"I can work with that, just so long as you tell me when it's too much," I told him, gently pushing him back toward the bedroom. "But I'm not going to go too far until I'm sure we're both ready."

I didn't need to be in his head to know that going for a full-blown fuck was asking for trouble. I didn't know the full extent of what had happened when those fuckers had…well, I didn't want to know. What I did know was that even if they hadn't anally raped him, the sheer intensity of full sex could be overwhelming for him. Hell, even the military, brutal as it was, would still pull people out of the fire if it looked like they were going to lose their minds…most of the time. No way in hell was I going to push Hunter that far.

He was still unsure when I pushed him to his bed. I gently eased him back with a smile until his knees bent, and he dropped onto the edge. He was still looking nervous when I knelt between his legs, but his eyes widened in shock.

Chuckling at his bare shock, I reached down to tug gently at his pants. After a moment, he recovered enough to hike his hips up enough for me to pull them down. I had been expecting something soft and silky in the way of underwear, but I was not expecting the distinct pouch, neon green no less, and the bright neon blue straps of a jockstrap.

"I always thought you were a boxer briefs sort of guy," I said with a chuckle, running my hand along the pouch. It wasn't bulging quite like before, but I could easily chalk that up to nerves…especially when I felt him stirring to life under my touch.

"I used to hate them," he said, letting the shorts slip to the floor, his eyes locked onto me hungrily again. "But then I found some that fit me properly, and wouldn't you know it? They're great."

"Mmm," I said, putting a hand on his hip. "And do I get to see just how that ass looks in them without shorts in the way?"

I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but only for a moment before he rolled over to give me what I wanted. I wasn't in the slightest disappointed at the sight before me, the perfect curve of his bare ass as he lay on his stomach. I ran my hands up his thighs, circling them so I could feel the soft inner skin of his legs and up to the base of his balls.

He craned his neck around to look at me as my finger ran up the crack of his ass. I didn't need to hear the shiver in his breath to know he was tense. One of my hands was still around his thigh. I paused, gently running my finger back and forth to let him feel the sensation of my calloused fingers on his sensitive skin.

Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his bare ass. The temptation to slide over and press my mouth against him, to slide my tongue into him, was intense. I wanted to know what he sounded like when at least part of me was inside him. I wanted to know if he would squirm and pant or just lie there and moan as I loosened him up, taking my time to pleasure him and drive him wild.

Either through my movements or just his expectations, he must have sensed what was going through my mind. He stirred restlessly, turning around to look at me with a fallen expression. "I…please, , nothing…nothing in me. Not there. Not yet."

I felt a twinge of disappointment and must have done a terrible job hiding it when I saw a flash cross his face. "Hey, I told you to tell me when something was too much, and I meant it. I'm in no rush for anything. This was your idea, remember?"

"Yeah, because you look like you're really struggling back there," he said, a smile taking the place of the guilty frown.

"Oh yes," I said, taking the chance to manhandle him onto his back so I got a full view of his groin again. "I'm having a difficult time. I don't know how I'll survive."

Which left me the perfect opportunity to reach up and try to pull him free. Rather than fight with the straps, I simply slid my fingers under the edge of the pouch and wrapped them around the hard shaft of his cock. I could feel it pulse in excitement as I rotated it gently, freeing it to Hunter's apparent relief as he sighed.

Either he was more excited than I thought, or he was the type to make a mess because a layer of clear liquid was already smeared over the head. Making sure to lock my eyes with his, I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the bottom up to the top. Hunter sucked in his bottom lip as he watched me intently, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

Considering I hadn't seen any negative reactions, I figured I was safe so long as his dick and my mouth were involved at the same time, which worked just fine for me. I could distract myself from the primal desire to sink myself into him by taking him into my mouth instead.

Not wasting any more time, and not just because we needed to consider commute time for the reservation, I took him into my mouth. His reaction was immediate, his eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers gripped the sheet tightly. If I could have grinned, I would have, but instead, I continued taking more and more of him into my mouth and then my throat.

My pants weren't made to be kneeling on floors, but I was able to hold onto the bed to keep myself from sliding as I took him to the root. Hunter let out a low sound of pleasure as my throat squeezed and pulsed around his sensitive cock, holding him in place as I stared up at him. All the previous fear and worry was gone, and I wanted it to stay that way.

Keeping a grip on the base, I slid back, sucking on the head gently and then roughly. It was the second that earned a sharp gasp, his fingers sliding into my hair and trying to find purchase in the short strands. I continued to suck hard as I slid down to bring him back into my throat. He thrust up into my mouth with a rough noise, his fingers biting into my scalp.

Now, I knew precisely what he needed from me, and I was more than ready to give it to him. My cock strained painfully in my underwear as I worked up a rhythm. Sucking hard, I went deep, pulling back to do it again, not caring how noisy it was and hoping I didn't make a mess of myself in the process.

For that bit of experimentation, I was rewarded with Hunter making all sorts of noise. Every groan was deep, each moan drawn out, and he gasped whenever I did something just right. His fingers had hooked onto the underside of my head, his hips pushing up every time I pulled back.

After a while, I let him have the control he was scrambling for. The result was him fucking my face as I tried to keep up with his new pace and rhythm, but it was worth it. All his worries, his stresses, the fears over what would crop up during something as intimate and bonding as sex with someone you cared about were utterly gone. Instead, he took what I was offering and rode it as far as possible.

"," he panted, his movements stuttered and sharp, and I knew what he was trying to say. He was trying to draw back from me, but with the bed beneath him, he had nowhere to go. I showed him no mercy, keeping him firmly in my mouth as I continued to suck with the same intensity and enthusiasm as before. "!"

The last was said with a low cry as his body stiffened. His fingers dug into the skin of my neck, his legs curling up to press into my shoulders as his instincts took over and thrust his cock as deep into my throat as it would go. His breath came out in a hiss as I felt his first pulse against my tongue. Without realizing it, he had locked me into a position where each spurt went down my throat, and I couldn't move without risking hurting one of us. Not that I minded in the slightest. The feeling of him pulsing in my throat as he gripped me hard, lost in the throes of passion and pleasure, was more than enough to keep me in one spot.

When his body finally relaxed, it came in a rush as he went limp around me. With a sigh, his feet dropped with a muted thump onto the carpet, his hands slipping gently away from my head, and I was able to remove his softening cock from my mouth. The only response I got was when I playfully licked the tip, earning a grunt of protest and a feeble twitch.

"Don't," he said in a low, whiny voice that made me smile. "Evil."

"I have my moments," I said, getting up off my knees and turning to look at the full-length mirror on the wall. At first, I was just making sure my suit hadn't been rumpled too much by what we'd just done. It looked relatively untouched, though I was glad I still didn't have enough hair to mess up, considering how much his fingers had been in it.

Then, I was distracted by the sight in the mirror, not realizing how it looked from an outside perspective. There he was, naked as the day he was born, looking amazing as his chest rose and fell, his cock still half hard as it lay against his thigh. And then there was me, looking almost proper for once as I stood there in a well-fitting suit. That was except for the noticeable bulge in the front of my pants that not even the fabric of the slacks or the underwear I was wearing could contain.

It was almost artistic…in a lewd and distinctly pornographic way, which was precisely why I pulled the phone out of my jacket and held it out. The sight of the phone in the picture ruined the ambiance slightly, but I could still appreciate it.

"Let me see that," he muttered suddenly, picking himself up and putting his hands on my hips. "I want to make sure I don't look like a hot mess."

"You look hot," I told him, bending down to kiss him before holding the phone out to show the best image.

He laughed slightly, taking the phone from me and eyeing the screen. "Looks like something you'd see at some exhibition for really gay pictures."

"I'm choosing to take that as a compliment," I said with a snort.

"You know, it's wild that I forgot this, but I did."

"What?"

"How good an eye you have with pictures. Did you ever use that camera I bought you?"

The nice one, probably years out of date, stowed away in my storage? "Uhh…I have it."

"Oh, ."

"It's not like I was going to go anywhere doing that."

"It wasn't about going somewhere. It was about finding something you were good at and discovering if you enjoyed it too, which I always thought you did. Remember that digital camera I found that one day?"

"The one we never bothered to return? Yeah."

"You went everywhere with it. Never wasted a chance to take pictures. There were a lot of good ones. Sucks that it got broke."

"It did," I said, taking my phone back. "But that's life."

"Mmm, that's true," he said, his smile returning. Now, let's take care of you."

I put my hand over his as he touched the crotch of my pants. "I didn't go into this expecting?—"

"I never said you did," he interrupted as he began undoing my pants, which took an extra few seconds, I noticed a little smugly, as his fingers were still shaking from his orgasm. Or at least I hoped it was from that and not nerves at what he was about to do.

There was no denying the sense of relief when he finally got them undone and slid his hand into my boxer briefs to pull me free. It took him a moment of carefully pulling before he managed it, and I reached out to stroke his soft, slightly damp hair as he did.

"Jesus," he murmured as he looked. "I knew you were big, but seeing it in person."

"It's not that big," I protested.

"It may not be a monster, but if you don't call that gorgeous, you're crazy."

I laughed. "Flattery isn't one of my kinks."

"I might have to start taking inventory of what your kinks are," he said, eyeing my dick. "I'm uh…really out of practice."

"If you don't want to, you don't have to. I can take care of it later."

"Or…you can take care of it now," he said, the uncertainty disappearing from his eyes and looking up in interest at me. "I always did like watching a guy pleasure himself, and you? That would be even better. No point in you having blue balls for our dinner after all."

Not that the last part was strictly necessary. I could already feel the ache in my groin from how excited I was. "Heh, I was going to deal with it while you finished getting ready. Not sure I could have made it to tonight."

"Then let's not waste it," he said, pushing at my dick with the tip of his nose in a strangely endearing gesture.

I didn't need to be told twice. If this was how he wanted to share intimacy tonight, then that was what I would go with. It wasn't strictly about our pleasure but also getting him as comfortable as possible, not just with me, but with the idea of being intimate again. Despite all his plans, mine was hoping he could regain what was stolen so horribly two years ago.

Gripping my cock, I began slowly tugging it, not because that was the norm for me, but because I was already pent up and on the edge as it was. The sight of him positioned under my cock, clearly waiting for me to come all over him, was not helping. I had never let myself dream of this fantasy, but it was definitely going to get added to the memory bank in case I ever needed it.

I was jolted out of focusing on not getting off too quickly when he tilted his head back and ran his tongue along the underside of my head. The low buzz of my approaching orgasm was hastened with a sudden zing of pleasure and arousal from the sight and feel. It wasn't helped when he gave a genuine groan of pleasure, placing his lips over the tip and nursing gently.

"Oh God," I said, realizing it was the first sound I'd made since I'd started. I was too accustomed to needing to be quiet with someone and alone. Between cramped quarters when I was younger and cramped quarters in the military, privacy and respect for shared space were paramount. "Hunter…fucking hell."

It was every fantasy I'd ever had about him and all the ones I'd never dared indulge in, all wrapped up in one moment. The sight of him, naked, crouched before me on the bed, the head of my cock in his mouth while I jerked off in anticipation of making a mess of his mouth or face, was everything I'd ever wanted.

There had always been something incredibly arousing about the sight of a man below me as I got my rocks off. Maybe it was ingrained in me that I got off with a man in a submissive position as opposed to a woman. Or maybe it formed after being surrounded by the hyper-masculine environment that was the military. Just the sight of a man below me had an effect that was unbelievably hard to explain and impossible to resist.

Hunter wasn't just any man, though. He was the man of my dreams. The first person I had ever developed genuine feelings for, romantic and sexual, along with the platonic ones we'd built between us. It didn't matter if he was the scrawny guy with a mop of blond hair I'd known when we were younger or the older, well-built man with better style and a clean haircut. This was Hunter .

That thought broke the last thread of control I had left. With only one hand free, my last conscious thought was to reach down and gently cup the side of his head, making sure to give him room to pull away if he wanted. I grunted as the first blast hit the back of his throat, making him choke for a moment and pull back.

I groaned as the second pulse sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, bigger than the last, as I painted Hunter's face. It felt like each spurt built on the previous. My body went iron-tight, filling to the brim with pleasure as my mind was wiped free of thought. When I didn't think it could get better, Hunter's mouth returned to the head of my cock for the last few pulses, sucking gently and pulling a low growl of pleasure from me as I watched his cum covered mouth suck down the rest.

My knees wobbled as I gently extracted myself from his mouth with a chuckle. "Wasn't expecting you to participate like that."

"I kinda realized that if you came, you might risk getting it on yourself, and that's a bitch to clean," he said, cocking his head. "But I wasn't expecting to choke on the first one. You go off like a cannon."

"So I noticed," I said, looking over his face with a faint stirring in my groin and then onto his hair and then the bed behind him. "I made a mess of you…and the bed."

He turned, laughing when he saw what I'd done. "Well, sheets can be washed, and hair is easier to clean than expensive fabric."

"Mmm," I hummed thoughtfully, unable to stop myself from running a thumb over his face to draw some of my mess to his mouth. He didn't hesitate to accept, sucking on my thumb as he cleaned the digit. Jesus, I was going to be in trouble if we ever managed to have a sex life without inhibition. He was going to have me wrapped around his little finger. "You could always go like this, it looks good on you."

He let out a bark of laughter and pushed me away. "Get out of here, you jackass. I'm not going to a nice restaurant with your load all over my face."

"You could be a trailblazer for a new fashion trend, I'm just saying."

"I think I'll leave that in someone else's much more capable, if not insane, hands, thanks."

"Fine, fine," I said, quickly pulling out my phone while he looked for his clothes. I snatched a quick picture when he turned in confusion.

"Hey!" he protested, grabbing for my phone. Sadly for him, I had already tucked it away before he could get to me. "Those had better not end up on some sleazy website, or I'm going to beat your ass."

"Oh yeah, that's a terrifying threat coming from you," I said with a laugh. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close to kiss him. "God, this is something I could get used to."

He stared at me for several moments, blinking rapidly before ducking his head with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, this was…this was nice."

"No regrets that we didn't wait?"

"None."

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's considerably lacking in explanation, a first for you."

He laughed, giving me another kiss, taking his time before pulling away. "Well, we have a whole dinner awaiting us. Maybe we can save that for then."

"Ah yes, let's talk about sex over a fancy meal," I chuckled, backing toward the door to give him space. "That should get some heads turning."

"So long as you don't shout about glazing my face, I'm sure it'll be fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Now get out so I can actually get dressed so we're not late."

"Says the man who groped me until I couldn't help but give in to his irresistible charms."

"This from the guy who looks like sex in a suit."

"Whatever you say, my little Krispy Kreme," I said with a grin as I backed up.

"Out!"