glad to see you.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he says as I push him to sit onto the bed. We’ve been giggling and making out since we got home. Now I’m straddling him and desperate to finally get him undone.

“Shut up, you gave me a nice dinner. Just let me give you a little something as thanks, okay? It’s my birthday, after all…” I reply, burying my face in the crook of his neck to kiss his beard as I tangle my fingers in his black curls. He chuckles and wraps an arm around me, rough hands gently stroking my back.

“So sweet.”

“Mhm.”

I rub up and down his sides as I lift his shirt little by little, encouraging him to slip it off for me. Once he tosses it off to the side, I attack his mouth again, kissing him the way I’ve been wanting to all night just so he knows how much I crave him. He hums a satisfied little sound, and I feel my stomach flip happily.

My hips move almost entirely by themselves, rubbing my crotch up against the bulge that’s slowly hardening in his black jeans. Up and down and up and down, desperate for friction. Desperate for a reaction. And soon enough—

“Ah, darling…”

Fuck yes. I smile and moan against his lips, pressing down ever so slightly with my eager hips. I can’t resist him. I rake my hands through his perfect hair and lean down to whisper in his ear. “What have you been thinking about, baby? Been so far away from me for two weeks…I wonder what’s been on your mind,” I suggest. “My mouth, maybe? Licking and sucking and being used? Or my soft hands, rubbing up against you like this…?” I drag one hand to his hardening bulge and squeeze ever so slightly, relishing in the groans I draw from him. I smile deviously.

“Or maybe…you’ve been thinking about fucking your sweet boy into the mattress, hm? Ruining me on my birthday? Making me scream and beg for more of that cock?”

“Shit, angel—”

I feel his hands squeeze tightly onto my hips, surely trying to ground himself. I chuckle into his neck and start unbuckling his belt. “What’s wrong, baby? You’re not gonna lose control, are you?” I tease, tugging down his pants and grinding myself against him some more. I hear his huff and grumble, little high-pitched noises mixed into that hypnotic low voice of his. He grabs a handful of my ass, guiding me to grind together even closer. I can feel him getting close to that line. That edge that threatens to make him snap and forget about how delicate I am. I feel my anticipation building the more I push him toward that edge. I tug gently at the hair that sits on the base of his scalp.

“Fuck…” He gasps. I moan in response, my bottom lip between my teeth. “I can’t—”

I interrupt him by pressing myself against him and whispering again: “What if I told you that I want that? Want you to fuck me. Want you to bruise me up inside. Make me forget I’m anything but yours. Hm?”

I feel him shiver at that. He makes a small growling sound with a little “Fuck” and he finally leans back and flips us over.

He leans down to kiss me quickly before bringing one hand to cup my jaw, threateningly close to my throat. “Is this what you wanted, sweet boy?” He asks. I want to melt and say Yes, yes, God yes, but his knee is pressed up against my crotch and my head is dizzy, so all I can manage is a squeaky whine and a fearful expression. I hear him laugh, dark and condescending.