my gay old blog

back against the door. you in front of me. that look on your face. cheeks already flushed from the drinks and the dancing and whatever you've been thinking about all night.

"hi." you say it soft.

"hi." brushing the hair out of your face. tucking it back. watching you lean into my hand for just a second before your fingers find my belt.

taking your time with it. working the buckle loose slowly, eyes on mine the whole time. something almost sweet about the way you do it. careful. like it matters. like you want to remember this part too.

the buckle coming loose. your fingers finding my strap through my jeans. feeling it for a moment. looking up at me.

"is this okay?" you ask.

"yeah." cupping your face. thumbing your cheek. "more than okay."

you smiling at that. just slightly. then dropping slow. knees finding the floor. hands smoothing down my thighs as you go like you're steadying yourself. like you're settling in.

looking up at me through your lashes. that face. god, that face.

"take your time." cooed sweetly at you.

and you do. you really do. your mouth finding it slow, lips parting soft, tongue moving in these careful unhurried circles like you have nowhere else to be. like the music isn't shaking the walls. like there isn't a line probably forming outside. just you taking me apart as slowly as you want to.

hand finding your hair. resting there. feeling you. watching you.

"you're so good." barely above a whisper. feeling you make a sound against me. working a little harder at that. "so so good."

letting you have it for as long as you want. just watching your face. the way your eyes stay soft. the way your hands grip my thighs gently. the way you keep looking up at me like you're checking in. like you want to see what you're doing to me.

eventually pulling you up slow. hands under your arms, bringing you back to standing, catching you when your legs are a little unsteady. pressing a kiss to your forehead the second you're up. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.

"you okay?" my turn to ask.

"more than okay." giving me my own words back. lips curved.

turning you gently. hand on your hip, easing you toward the sink. guiding you. feeling you go easy, leaning forward, hands finding the edge.

your eyes finding mine in the mirror.

staying there for a moment. taking in the sight of you. your dress. your face. the way you're watching me watch you.

pushing your dress up slow. running my hands up the backs of your thighs first. feeling you shiver.

"cold?"

"no." soft. "definitely not."

finding your underwear. feeling how wet you are and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck instead of saying anything about it. feeling you exhale shakily at that.

"you have to be quiet." murmured against your skin. "can you do that for me, baby?"

"i'll try." honest about it. that makes me smile.

"good girl."

two fingers first. slow. feeling you breathe through it. watching your face in the mirror…the way your mouth parts, the way your eyes want to close, the way you keep them open anyway because you know i want to see you.

working you open careful and slow. taking my time. pressing kisses to your shoulder. your neck. the spot behind your ear that makes you tense and then melt.

"you feel so good." feeling you clench around my fingers. "you always feel so good."

a small sound escaping you. hand flying to your mouth. eyes apologetic in the mirror.

"it's okay." pressing deeper. "i’ve got you”

getting the strap positioned. pressing in so slowly. one hand on your hip and one flat on your stomach, feeling you breathe, feeling you take it.

"breathe." feeling you do it. "good. just like that."

starting to move. slow and deep. watching your face in the mirror the whole time. the way your eyes go glassy. the way your grip on the sink tightens. the way you keep biting down on your lip to stay quiet and losing the battle just slightly, small sounds slipping through anyway.

reaching around. two fingers pressing soft against your lips. feeling you open for them immediately. letting you hold onto them. letting you bite down when you need to.

"i've got you." steady. not stopping. watching you. "you're doing so well. you're being so perfect."

your eyes finding mine in the mirror.

moving a little deeper. feeling you push back into it. your body asking for more even while you're trying so hard to stay quiet.

working you toward it slow. watching every single thing that crosses your face.

your whole body going tense when you get close. hand gripping mine where it rests on your stomach. squeezing.

squeezing back. "i've got you. let it all out, pretty."

the sound you make is so small. so muffled. so undone. your whole body shaking through it, hips rolling slow, riding it out while i stay right there and don't move too much and just hold you through every second of it.

waiting till you’ve finished before turning you around carefully. pulling you against my chest. arms all the way around you.

feeling you tuck your face into my neck. breathing hard. fingers gripping my shirt.

pressing my lips to your forehead, as my hand rubs slow circles on your back.

"are you okay, sweetheart?" soft.

you nodding against me. "yes." a pause. "that felt really good."

feeling your breathing slow down. feeling you come back.

eventually you pull back just enough to look at me. mascara slightly smudged. lips swollen. so beautiful.

"we should probably go back out soon." not moving an inch.

"probably." not moving either.

you laughing softly. pressing your face back into my neck.