“I love you too.” I kissed him again. Hard and deep, claiming every little breath that was trying to escape from his mouth.
“I’m no good with all those words.”
“There are no right or wrong words.”
“I’m supposed to say it back.”
“You don’t have to. I know you do. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”
“Those other people? I don’t want that either because I’ve seen what it does. All these twats who say open relationships work for them. They never do. Someone always gets hurt. There’s always someone sitting there with a broken heart at the end. So, I won’t fuck around with other people if I’m with you. I’ll always come home to you at night.”
“Good.”
“So, we’re doing this?”
“Yeah. I think we are.”
“Which part? The sex or the house? Roots? Cocks up arses?” He was smiling again, which made my chest all warm.
“All of it because I think I want to. Every way I can. So, you said you would make me feel you. I want that. I want the magic bit, and I want… to feel. You don’t have to use words.”
He didn’t speak, just let his mouth kiss down my neck, biting little marks into my shoulder as his fingers combed through the hairs on my chest. There were strokes around my nipple with rough movements as he was rolling it between his fingers to a tight nub before giving it a hard flick with his nail, making me jerk and howl and grasp at my chest.
“There you go. You felt that.”
“Don’t! That hurt!” I hissed.
“Look at your dick, Daniel.”
I did. Look. Hard as a rock, the head all reds and purples, straining through my foreskin as he gripped my nipple again, twisting it hard under his fingers as I breathed hard and fast in his face, that was now far too close to mine.
“Told you I’d destroy you,” he whispered as he kissed every breath right back out of me.
He meant that, I realised as I came up for air, struggling to breathe under the weight of him as his hips slid to the side for him to move his body further down. He bit at my skin, licked at my nipples, scratches from fingernails all over my stomach and hips as my body twisted with his every turn.
“What are you doing to me?” I whined as he started to lick down the inside of my leg.
“I’m just showing you what this deprived old body of yours can do. You want to feel? I’ll make you feel because sex is so much more than just fucking. It’s playing with emotions, like hurt and even fear. It’s talking and playing, and… it’s laughing…” He tickled my hip as I jack-knifed into him, swatting at him with my hands. “It’s every emotion under the sun. I want to make you feel me everywhere on your body. Scratches on your skin, my teeth marks on your shoulders, my skin against your insides, even days later. Daniel, my Daniel, there is so much your body can do and just look…” He licked a line up my stomach, then peppered kisses down my hip as his hand gripped my balls and squeezed… “You don’t need words when you can do all this.”
“You make no sense, and I’m not…” I started, but he was back up, kissing my mouth and pumping my cock, and all I could do was moan into his mouth and twist underneath him as he pinned my hands over my head in an almost brutal grip. “… deprived.”
“I’m not the clean-cut fantasy you think I am,” he whispered. “I love sex. I love touching and licking and tasting and biting, and I love… I love that you… look at you. Look what you did when I pinned you down, like this.”
He pressed my wrists harder into the mattress as I tried to breathe and had to swallow not to moan.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you? I thought you would. I bet you have been all about safe normal missionary sex and nice comfortable orgasms into a tidy condom. Well, Daniel, my Daniel. That’s not what you’ll get with me. And yeah, in case you are thinking that I can’t see all the wild dirty fantasies going on in that head of yours right now? We’re going to play them all out, one by one, because I will probably be into every single one of them. Every single little dirty thought in your head right now? You can tell me because I’ll let you do it to me.”
“I…” came out of my mouth.
“Talk to me, Daniel,” he demanded. “You said you wanted words.”
He was glorious. My Charlie because he was mine and because I groaned, and he smiled at me, and then he kissed my cheeks and my eyes and my mouth and whispered, “One time offer, baby, tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Suck…” I coughed out, trying to get my mouth to work as he licked a line down my neck.
“Words, Daniel. What do you want me to do to you?”
“You said you couldn’t find them, the right words,” I sassed right back at him as he smiled, looking all confident again.
“Words about feelings? I think I suck at those. But dirty little words like… say… fuck me, Charlie? I like words like that.”
“Suck my cock and play with my arse?” I said weakly, blushing as the words stuttered out of my mouth.
“I can do that,” he said softly. “And then I will fuck you. You with me on that?” He bit down on my over-sensitised nipple, and I tugged at his hair as he laughed, and I grunted out for him to go fuck himself.
“You can say no, you know. You don’t have to go along with everything that comes out of my mouth,” he said softly.
“If I say no… I don’t… I want you to.”
“If you say no, it’s fine. You can fuck me instead, or I can suck your cock until you scream.”
“You’re already making me scream,” I shouted out as he bit down on my other nipple.
“My friend Andreas likes the pain. He’s a bit extreme though, wants you to beat him black and blue as you fuck him. I’ve seen him in action, and that’s not my thing. I get the humiliation kink, but the violence? I understand sensations and little things like…”
He twisted my nipple again, and my body jerked uncontrollably as my hands swatted him off my skin.
“I don’t like the pain,” I huffed, “… but I like… I like the other stuff… what you’re doing… now,” I confessed as he tickled my balls with his fingers.
“Did you sort out that thing with… your friend?” I asked, trying to buy myself a breather. Because sex? Like this? My heart was beating far too fast, and my dick was threatening to explode.
“Andreas? Met him for coffee the other day. Awkward as fuck. The threesome was kind of a bad idea in the first place because, you know. I don’t fancy him, not really, but anyway, at least he met up with me. But he was with this dude that kind of stalked him for a while. Not a good setup if you ask me, but he said he was happy. You know. And he had an almighty bruise on his neck, yet he was smiling so hard, and the guy was like totally besotted with him.”
“That’s not right,” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Maybe you could talk to him? Being a Doctor and all?”
“I can try,” I said, feeling sheepish. “I could refer him to the right people?”
“Would that turn you on? If someone treated you like that?”