#A Series Of Firsts

[randonauticrap]

Say Yes

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader

Word Count ~ 2.5k

Synopsis ~ Based on Jin's 18th Level Bond Story: Jin proposes a game to you in which no matter what question he asks you, you have to say "yes"... and you have to mean it. Appearances from the domestic affairs faction!

Author's Note ~ I've been absent for awhile, but it felt SO good to get back into writing for my favorite man. This is my first entry into @aquagirl1978's "A Series of Firsts" event, with my darling Jin and the prompt "First Kiss"! SO excited about my love finally getting his own feature in a fanfic writing event! <3

“Man! What a meal.” Leon whooped as he settled into one of the plush chairs around the fireplace with a hand over his swollen stomach. 

“It was amazing, thank you Leon.” you said earnestly, moving inside the door to the sitting room after Yves and Licht. 

“Sure was.” a silken baritone voice rumbled from behind you and two large, firm hands settled on each of your shoulders, giving them a squeeze as he spoke. “It was so good that I got to hear this pretty little thing moan, and I’ve always wanted to hear that.” 

“Jin, god.” you muttered softly, the palm of your hand finding your forehead to hopefully hide the heat that had risen painfully to both of your cheeks. 

“Ooh, say that again, sweetheart, I liked the sound of it.” he chuckled deeply into your ear and your whole body shivered before you decidedly pulled away from him to avoid further embarrassment. You liked Jin, it was no secret; not to you, nor to the other princes of the domestic affairs faction. You were pretty sure that even Jin himself knew, which didn’t bode well for your little crush. After all, wouldn’t he have said something at this point if the feeling was mutual? But he kept on teasing you as usual, pulling you along on his little string, then letting you go. Internally you had groaned when you’d realized the irony of the beast and prey analogy, but if that wasn’t the best way to describe your situation, you had yet to discover it. 

“Jin!” Yves fumed, glaring at the 1st prince over the tray of sweets he carried in his arms. “Must you be so vile everywhere you go?” He set the tray down on the short table in front of the fireplace and dusted his hands off before plopping down next to Licht on the long, velvet couch. 

“Vile? Yves, you wound your older brother.” Jin feigned hurt, making a show of placing his palm over his heart. You giggled at their antics before you could stop yourself, and Jin sent a wink your way. With the giddy feeling that pooled in your lower belly at his small gesture, you decided that perhaps you needed a little something to drink. At this point, it couldn’t hurt; at least alcohol would help explain the near permanent blush coloring your face. 

"Anyone else want some?" You called out as you popped the champagne bottle open. 

"I'll take some!" Leon replied. "I'm not usually a champagne guy, but we're celebrating tonight, so count me in." You chuckled, pulling another glass from the stand that Yves had brought in from the kitchen and pouring two glasses. 

"You know what I prefer." Jin's sensual voice was so close to your ear that you jumped, spilling a little of the champagne on the table in front of you. He chuckled, sending sparks through you as the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck raised. The double entendre was not lost on you, even as he reached over you to get to the whiskey bottle; the defined muscles on his arm nearly close enough to your face to touch. You couldn't help but stare at the protruding veins on his forearm that snaked up and around to his bicep like a trail on a map, just begging to be followed. Even as he pulled his arm back to his own body, whiskey bottle in hand, your eyes followed the rippling muscles underneath his smooth skin. Nothing else in the room could possibly be as fascinating. 

Behind you, Leon coughed forcibly and thankfully awoke you from your hypnosis. You blinked, at last tearing your eyes away from the first prince to focus on salvaging yours and Leon's drinks. You had always been a master at nonchalance, so your inability to act composed around Jin was very new, and wholly unwelcome. It made you feel like a fish out of water: floundering on the hard ground and pitifully attempting to breathe in air that wasn't meant for you. 

Finally, you were able to take Leon his glass, and you perched next to Licht on the couch with your own, following Jin's motions in the chair next to you from the corner of your eye. He was so relaxed, his posture open and yet commanding all at once. A low simmering power radiated from him; a power he often disguised with seductive nuance. But you knew that the moment he decided to take charge, every other prince in the room would willingly fall in line behind him. He was the eldest, and though he did his best to disregard his position, the authority was there. 

Even so, he preferred to take the backseat, to work from the shadows, to let the other princes take the credit that was owed him, and you both admired and disfavored that. You wished he thought more of himself; like you do. You thought the world of Jin Grandet, in too many ways to count. It's why you'd fallen in love with him to begin with. He was kind, fiercely kind beneath his mask of indifference. He was loyal to a fault, and so intent on making a positive difference in the world without even rising to claim the glory that accompanied it. 

However, in that darkness is also where he hid. He hid his pain and his suffering, and buried his worth under years of guilt. The darkness befit him, but it also betrayed him. You saw it in his eyes sometimes; flashes of something he'd never allow his brothers to see… something only you had been given access to. It haunted him, and you wanted nothing more than to infiltrate his darkness with moonlight and stars. Sunlight was too bright for the likes of you and Jin; too blinding, too intimidating. But the moon shone light enough; light enough to expose the truth and still bring peace to his wounded heart. 

You brooded quietly over your drink while the princes chatted, slipping further and further into a warm, murky daze as the champagne filled your senses. You didn't even notice the eyes of the first prince on you until he broke through your silence. "Let's play a game." He clapped his hands together and you jumped, your focus pulling back to your current reality with a snap. "Belle, you first. No matter what I say, you have to answer "yes". If you say "no", you lose." 

"That's a terrible game." Licht muttered beside you, but you weren't paying attention. The room had a nice, fuzzy glow surrounding it, and Jin was looking at you so earnestly. How could you ever say no to him?

"Do I have to mean it every time I say yes?" You giggled, wriggling in your seat a little. 

"Yes." Jin said, setting his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table in front of him. 

"I thought it was my turn, Jin. Hehe" You teased, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. 

"It is, sweetheart. That was just an example." He smirked, leaning towards you. He was still several feet away from you, but it suddenly felt like he was invading your space; taking the air you needed for himself. But it was pleasant, heady, and you leaned closer, happy to lose yourself in him. 

"Okay then," you challenged. "Hit me." 

"I'll start you off easy. Do you like Yves's sweets?"

A laugh bubbled forth from your lips. "Yes, of course! Anyone who doesn't just doesn't have taste buds." 

Yves squeaked and you turned your head to find his face red. "Thank you." He murmured, a soft, embarrassed smile on his face. 

"You're welcome, Yves." You chuckled, then turned back to Jin, whose gaze had never left you. "Easy peasy, next." 

"Alright, how about… do you enjoy Sariel's lessons?" 

You grimaced, recalling the particularly difficult one you'd had earlier this afternoon. "You're not playing fair, I told you about my day." You muttered under your breath and forced yourself to think back to last week when you did well on several of the assignments he'd given you, and the perfume Sariel had treated you to in return. "But yes, I enjoy them for the most part. Sariel is always nice enough to reward me with things when I do exceptionally well, and he doesn't have to do that."

Surprise as well as something you couldn't quite pin down colored Jin's features momentarily. "Sariel gets you gifts?" You nodded enthusiastically. 

"I'm wearing the perfume he got me right now!" You stuck your arm out to him, no longer shy as the alcohol blurred some of your senses. 

"Such a lightweight." Jin murmured softly, but there was no malice in it. He and Leon shared a look you didn't understand before Jin accepted your outstretched arm, wrapping his long fingers around your forearm, and leaned his face down to nuzzle his nose into your wrist. The gasp that escaped your lips was completely involuntary, but the sound mingled with Jin's quiet groan as he took in your scent mixed with the scent of the perfume, and you felt your face fully flush at the barely concealed eroticism of the moment you were sharing. 

"Smells good." He murmured, his eyes falling closed for only a few seconds before they pulled back open and trained on you. "But I could do better. I know some scents that would suit you perfectly." His voice was almost low enough to be a growl and a hot shiver ran through you, settling in your lower belly as he let your arm go and sat back in his chair. "Last question." His voice was quiet and measured, but you felt the emotion behind it, and you were suddenly nervous. 

"Okay…" 

"Do you have feelings for me?" 

All motion in the room ceased - even the flames in the fireplace seemed to halt their dance - and every eye fell on you. You gulped, knowing that what came next could either make you the happiest woman alive, or shatter your heart into a million unsavable pieces. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as your panicked eyes met his focused ones. You had never seen him looking so intently at anything before, let alone you, and you fought to keep from squirming under his gaze. 

I guess it's now or never…

"Yes." You breathed softly, then before anyone had time to respond, you added quickly. "Your turn!" Jin's eyes widened in surprise at the turn of events, but you didn't give him any time to question it. "Will you ever admit your feelings for me?" 

The silence in the room stretched on, the air becoming even more tense now that Jin's question had been thrown back in his face. You sucked in a breath that didn't have nearly enough air in it as you waited for his answer, your eyes locked on each other with no indication of either party giving up. But after several torturous moments of silence, Jin's chest deflated, and his quiet murmur of "Yes" filled all of your senses like the oxygen you had been momentarily deprived of. 

"Well, I think it's time for us to wrap up here. Licht, Yves." Leon clapped his hands and ushered his brothers out of the room, throwing Jin another pointed look before closing the door behind himself. You never took your eyes off of him, not while Leon, Yves, and Licht had gotten up, and not when they left. You were too afraid that the mirage in front of you would disappear and you'd wake up in your cold bed after another beautiful dream. You also couldn't be too sure that what Jin was saying was what you wanted him to be saying, so you waited, anxious and yearning all at one time, for him to explain. 

"You know how I feel about falling in love…" Jin murmured quietly and your heart dropped. 

"Yes." You whispered, breaking eye contact in favor of staring at your feet. It already hurt. Your poor heart already hurt. 

"My simple plan to not fall in love, especially not with a commoner, has worked well for me for a really long time." He explained, and you nodded, still not looking at him. "It's always been easier to spend a night of fun with a woman and see her off the next morning with a satisfied smile on her face." Despite the fact that you knew this already, your gut twisted into jealous knots and tears sprang to your eyes. You blinked them away as best you could. Jin heaved a large sigh and rubbed his palm over his eyes. "But this plan sort of fell apart when I met you, see." 

For the first time since you both were alone, your eyes snapped up to his face. He was smiling sort of sadly, emotions dancing across his face in a distorted line as he measured his next words. "You're understanding, caring, sweet, fun, funny… you're incredible. I wanted to protect you from somebody like me, but I went and fell for you like the selfish ass I am." He buried his face in his hands and shook his head, and before you could stop yourself, you were standing up and taking the few steps that would erase all space between you.

You cupped your hands over his and lifted his face to meet his eyes. "I don't want protection from you, Jin. I want you." You whispered, thumbing his cheeks gently as he stared up at you. It happened quickly after that. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his muscular body, and leaned up to press his lips to yours, urgently deepening the kiss like he had been starving for you for ages and now that he had tasted you, would never be letting you go again. Your fingers twisted into his short chestnut locks and tugged as you moaned softly into his mouth, savoring him just as much. He pressed the tip of his tongue to your lips, seeking entrance, and you parted them willingly, allowing the newfound heat to overtake you. He grunted and squeezed your bottom with his large hands; only then did you realize you had been grinding onto his lap in your frenzy. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, pleased to find Jin as breathless as you. Stroking his hair, you bumped his nose with your own. "You know what my next question is, don't you, Jin?" You murmured teasingly onto his lips, and he smirked in response, his grip tightening on your ass.  "Yes." He purred, lifting you up in his arms as he stood. You yelped, then laughed, wrapping your legs around his middle and your arms firmly around his shoulders as he carried you out of the drawing room and back towards his own. "Good thing I like carrying you, sweetheart. Cause you won't be walkin' anywhere for awhile after tonight."

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[ikeprinces-stuff]

Pairing : Leon Dompteur x Fem!OC (Self Insert)

Prompt : "A Series Of Firsts" First Kiss

Previous prompt : First Look

Warning : slight NSFW...dunno

Words : 1721 counts

Hosted by : @aquagirl1978

A/N : December is almost over and I have only reached the second prompt of the series haha...😅 But oh well, I will try to keep up with it until the end of December and I hope I succeed💕💕

•°•𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔•°•

Leon helped the old man carry his heavy bags, and the old man was grateful for his assistance. "Thank you, young man," he said, shaking Leon's hand. Leon merely nodded, his attention already on the next task. After a long day of helping out, the Fourth Prince decided to return to the palace. He knew that if he didn't return, Sariel would be upset, and Yves would be even angrier. He didn't want to see their angry faces, but the thought of it made him smile.

As the Fourth Prince walked towards the plaza, his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, leading him to the fountain. The cool water from the fountain made a pleasant gurgling sound, and he found himself standing there, almost as if in a trance. His mind wandered, thinking back to the sound of violin melodies that he would never forget. Those thin fingers caressing the strings, the slender arm moving the bow...It was a memory that lived on in his mind, even now, the black dress that was like a cloak of night, the snow-white hair, and those jade eyes that enchanted him... He found himself smiling as he remembered that encounter, even though it happened a long time ago. He felt a sense of nostalgia and longing as the memories of that person came flooding back to him.

But his mind also wandered back to the challenge he had had with the unknown violinist. Thanks to a passer-by, Leon had discovered her name - "Romarin". He had promised himself that he would reveal his own name to her the next time they met, but the conditions of their meeting were uncertain. But even if things changed, the result would ultimately be the same.

Leon couldn't deny that he had continued to come to the fountain, hoping to see Romarin again. The longer the time passed without seeing her, the more excited he became. But a voice inside him told him that he shouldn't get his hopes up. Romarin was an itinerant musician who moved from place to place on a daily basis, so it was unlikely that they would ever meet again. The more he thought about this, the more logical her words became, and for some reason...it made him annoyed. Finally, after a long pause, Leon decided to walk away from the fountain, which had begun to become his favorite stop.

As Leon turned to leave the plaza, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise. It was almost as if he had summoned her with his mind. Despite the distance between them, he could recognize her by her long, white hair and sparkling jade eyes. His heart raced and fluttered, a feeling that he couldn't explain. It was as if he was rushing towards her, but he composed himself, not wanting to make the situation awkward.

As Leon watched Romarin walk closer to him, he noticed something strange. Her walk seemed hesitant, as if she was afraid of something. The closer she got, the more Leon noticed something else. Her eyes seemed hard, as if she was trying to look back without turning her head. She was clearly wary, and for a moment, Leon wasn't sure what to do. Finally, it dawned on him...

Someone was following her...

Leon started walking towards Romarin, trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. Finally, Romarin's jade eyes caught sight of him, and she stood in place like a statue. Leon did the same. Romarin gazed to the side again before she began to increase the speed of her walk towards him, and soon...they were face-to-face. Leon couldn't believe it--the distance between them had become non-existent.

"What a coincidence, indeed," Leon finally said with a small smile, trying to hide his surprise at meeting her again. Romarin's face softened slightly, but it was clear that she didn't have time for small talk. "Do you see him?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. Leon nodded quietly and looked behind her, noticing the unknown person running after her. He was clearly following her wherever she went. Leon went back to look at Romarin, this time with a serious look on his face. He could see that she was in danger – but what could he do?

In one fluid motion, Romarin's face twisted into one of disgust as she let out a heavy sigh. "Should I have a small chat with him?" Romarin was taken aback by the sudden change in Leon's tone, as he spoke more firmly than she had ever heard him before. "I didn't ask you to do that," she muttered through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice low. "Don't try to be the hero now." Leon raised an eyebrow at her, surprised by her reaction. "So what's the plan?" Leon repeated, crossing his arms in front of his chest and waiting for her answer. Romarin let out another sigh, this time with a tinge of tiredness. "Just follow my lead, okay?" She said, not waiting for an answer. And suddenly, Romarin took Leon by the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards her. They stood inches apart, eyes locked on each other's. Then, in a moment of unexpected intimacy, their lips met together.

Leon's eyes widened with shock as Romarin's lips met his. He felt like time had stopped as they kissed, the world around them fading away into obscurity. Romarin's eyes were closed tightly, as if she was lost in the moment. When she finally pulled away to take a deep breath, her eyes opened again, this time meeting Leon's with a look that seemed to be an apology. She said something, but in that moment, Leon was so dazed that he couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Listen," Romarin started, “I know what you’re thinking. How could I be so bold to do this without any hesitation? But-” but before she could finish, Leon's hand touched her cheek. He looked at her with determination as he spoke. "He's still there," he said quietly, and then his mouth met hers once again. The kiss was gentle and deep, their bodies pressing together in front of the world that seemed to exist only in their eyes. Their hearts raced in sync as they held on to each other, forgetting the looks of those around them who didn't know what their connection was. With each passing moment, their fake kiss turned into a reality that only they could see...

After a long moment, their lips finally parted and Romarin took a deep breath. She touched her lips with her fingertips, looking behind her to see that no one was following them anymore. A look of relief washed over her face. She finally turned her gaze to the man with the amber eyes. "What. Was. That. For?!" She asked sharply, her voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion. Leon looked at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You tell me, weren't you the one who took the initiative in the first place?" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "T- true, but I didn't mean for it to go any further," Romarin said, looking away from Leon as she spoke. She was clearly embarrassed by what had just happened. But when Leon spoke up, she forced herself to face him once again. "You didn't break the kiss I gave you though," he said, causing her face to flush a deep shade of pink.

Romarin's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson as Leon continued to tease her. "Tch...because if I broke that kiss in the middle, it would give away that we were pretending," she said, her voice a little higher than normal. "Pretending...?" Leon repeated with a sly smile, his eyes sparkling with humor. Romarin's skin seemed to burn with embarrassment as she realized that she had been caught off-guard by his teasing. She looked away with a huff, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the redness on her cheeks.

Romarin spoke in a firm, almost threatening tone, her eyes narrowed as she gave Leon a warning. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll hunt you down and hit you with my violin bow." She said, ignoring the blush that was now starting to bloom on her cheeks. Leon chuckled at her words, but he knew that she meant every word. "Understood, I won't tell a soul," he said with a nod, a promise sealed between them.

"Leon," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority that made Romarin's heart skip a beat. She knew this was the moment he had been waiting for, and for a brief second, she wondered if she was ready for it. "What? Have you finally decided to tell me your name?" Romarin asked with a hint of amusement creeping into her voice.

She expected him to tease her, to play it off as if it was nothing, but he didn't. Instead, he simply smiled at her, the tension between them melting away with the mere mention of his name. "Leon," she repeated, the sound of it rolling off her tongue like a symphony. As if realizing the weight of the moment, she stepped back, suddenly shy beneath his gaze. "Don't think that we have become friends," she protested, but he could see the hint of a smile on her lips.

"As expected, your ego is huge it makes me want to punch you," Romarin said in an almost imperceptible voice. Leon heard her, and his eyes narrowed as he saw her turn to leave, his smile fading into a look of sadness. But then he noticed that she had stopped in her tracks, her eyes now warm and kind as she looked back at him.

"Thank you, Leon," she said, her voice soft and genuine, which surprised him as he saw a side to her that he hadn't seen before. He stood there for a moment, frozen, not quite sure how to respond. Then, with a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to speak. "No problem," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Anytime." He felt a strange warmth in his chest as he watched her walk away, wondering what the future might hold for them.

@leonscape

~ END

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[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 1: First Taste

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1,230

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar return to Pedro’s home after an awards show after party. Emboldened by the beauty of an early morning in LA, and a little alcohol, they discover they have a mutual attraction.

Fumbling clumsily with the key, he finally manages to get it into the lock, engage the tumbler and unlock the door. It’s a few minutes after 1am, and he’s nursing a pleasant buzz. ‘They always have so much good booze at these awards after parties,’ he thinks as the door swings open into the dark space. Gesturing his guest inside, he closes the door behind himself. When Oscar enters, he’s immediately drawn to the floor to ceiling glass walls across the room. Pedro flips on the light.

“No, leave it off. The view of the city is amazing from here. Is that the Capitol Records building?” Oscar asks, gazing in awe upon the sparking lights of downtown LA. Pedro flips the light off. Walking across the room he stands beside Oscar, staring into the early morning haze.

“Yeah; there’s a castle about halfway between us, but you can’t see it when it’s dark.”

“A castle? Tell me you’re joking! You know what? Don’t. I know you’re telling the truth because this is LA, and LA can be fucking ridiculous,” Oscar says with a chuckle. Pedro laughs in response.

Oscar gazes at Pedro, taking him in from head to toe, his form backlit by the dazzling city.

“Your hair looks really nice tonight. Did you finally find a brush?”

"Oh, you know Coco won't let me leave the house without looking fabulous!" Pedro replies, growling playfully as he turns to face Oscar.

“But seriously, it looks amazing… you look amazing,” Oscar speaks softly. He runs his fingers gently through Pedro’s hair, then quickly kisses his cheek.

Pedro playfully slaps Oscar’s shoulder, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Come on, pendejo! Deja de ser pendejo.” (Come on, asshole! Stop being an asshole.)

“Come here,” Oscar says with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sir, I’m literally standing right beside you,” Pedro replies.

His tone husky, Oscar responds, “I’m serious. Come here.”

Oscar places his hands on Pedro’s hips and pulls him closer. Their bodies flush, Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and guides it to his cock, which is straining against his pants.

“Can you feel that?” he breathes into Pedro’s ear.

Pedro shudders at the heat of Oscar’s breath and audibly gasps as Oscar’s lips cover his own, swallowing any objections that may have spilled over. Pedro’s breath comes in heavy gasps as their kiss breaks.

“Are we really gonna do this?” Pedro whispers, hesitation clear in his tone. Seeing Oscar’s eyebrow arch he continues, “I mean, I want to! God, I want to so much… but only if you want to,” he quickly adds, his voice lowering in embarrassment at sounding over eager.

“I’ve fantasized about this for years, you know? But I was always afraid to make the first move. But seeing you tonight? Fuck.” Pedro says in a low voice, “I want you sooo fucking badly. I wanna feel the heat of your skin searing my flesh.”

“I think you can feel how much I want you to touch me, to wrap your lips around my aching cock…” Oscar says with a wicked smile. “Don’t be nervous, Daddy’s here.”

A moan escapes Pedro’s lips, “I wanna feel your cock sliding down my throat.”

Oscar slides his hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt. Unziping his pants, he lets them drop to his ankles. Eyes dark with desire, Oscar looks at Pedro.

“Te doy permiso para que te portes mal. Ponte de rodillas, wachito rico” (I give you permission to misbehave. Get on your knees handsome.)

Without hesitation, Pedro drops to his knees, his hands gently gripping the back of Oscar’s calves as he moves in closer. Once happy with his position, he runs his hands up the back of Oscar’s thighs, squeezing his ass briefly, before sliding his index fingers into the waistband of Oscar’s boxers. After a moment's hesitation he pulls them down. Oscar sucks in a breath and moans.

“Ahh, fuck,” Pedro says, staring at Oscar’s cock for several moments, licking his lips hungrily. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he tentatively takes only the tip into his mouth, clearly insecure about his movements, but still eager.

Sensing Pedro’s insecurities, Oscar gently caresses Pedro’s cheek, “Is mine the first, the only, one you’ve tasted?”

“Yes,” Pedro pants heavily.

Being Pedro’s first pleases Oscar more than he expects. A smile forming on his lips, Oscar replies softly, “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

Still panting and out of breath, Pedro replies, “Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Oscar says in a tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Daddy,” Pedro replies obediently.

Emboldened by Oscar's words and smile Pedro finally finds his confidence. Taking Oscar more deeply, his jaw slowly relaxes as he adjusts his speed. Oscar’s fingers clutch tightly in Pedro’s hair as he guides his lover's head forward and back on his cock.

“I’m going to mess up that beautiful fucking hair of yours to keep you exactly where I want you.” As Pedro’ finds his rhythm he reaches a hand up to cup Oscar’s balls, causing Oscar’s hips to buck. “You swear you’ve never done this before? Fuuuuck, you feel so good.”

When Pedro pulls away to answer, Oscar says, “I didn’t say you could stop.” Pedro takes Oscar’s cock into his mouth once more, sucking with greater enthusiasm. “Fuck, I’m getting close, mi tigre.” In a gasping breath Oscar asks, “Are you thirsty baby?”

A deep moan rumbles from inside Pedro’s chest, “Yes, Daddy, I’m sooo thirsty.”

Looking down into Pedro’s eyes, Oscar can see a smoldering desperation to please him there. “Do you want it all? Every last drop?”

Nodding eagerly, eyes locked on Oscar, Pedro shudders. His voice almost pleading, he answers, “Yes Daddy! All of it… in my mouth. All of it.”

The sound of need in Pedro’s voice makes Oscar buck his hips a little too enthusiastically, causing Pedro to gag and cough. Oscar pulls back, reading Pedro’s eyes for confirmation that he’s okay. “Oh shit!! I’m so sorry…but you can take it, can’t you?”

Pedro licks his lips, “Yes, god yes. I want… I want it so much.” He leans back down, his mouth back on Oscar’s cock. Sucking, hollowing out his cheeks to take Oscar deeper. His hand still on Oscar’s balls, squeezing and pulling, gently but firmly.

Oscar's body begins to tremble, his orgasm not far now. “Fuck! God, yes… I’m gonna… oh… yes.” Oscar’s hands grip tightly in Pedro’s hair as he thrusts himself into Pedro’s mouth, over and over again. With a few more thrusts, he lets go and cums, white hot spurts of his load shooting down Pedro’s throat. As Oscar’s thrusts come to an end he gently pulls out and drags a finger along Pedro’s lips to wipe away the glistening remnants of his cum.

“That was amazing. You were amazing,” Oscar says. Lifting his chin, Oscar leans down and kisses Pedro deeply, revealing in the taste of himself on his lover's lips.

Oscar offers his hand, helping Pedro to his feet. They stand silently for a few moments, smiling. Pedro gives Oscar a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you Daddy.”

Oscar slips his arms around Pedro’s waist, pulling him closer as he links his hands behind the small of Pedro’s back. “Por supuesto, mi tigre. Haría cualquier cosa por ti.” (Of course, my tiger. I would do anything for you.)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

#A Series of Firsts #P&O #Pedro and Oscar #Pedro Pascal #Oscar Isaac #The Church of the Slutty Knee #ASOF #Space Sisters #Latino Space Sisters #Slutty Knee #Church of the Slutty Knee #Slutty Space Sisters

[mtreebeardiles]

Okay, Shawn and Leigh (and maybe Kaidan and Evvy with them?) for "going to the zoo and pointing out the coolest animals"

Finally got around to this one!

Hope you enjoy and thanks again for the prompt! :)

Full piece on AO3

Leigh huddled behind the remains of a brick wall, shattered bits of masonry littering the ground around him. He held perfectly still, listening, ears pricked for --

--anything, really. Any insight, any information, anything at all to give him an idea of what he'd likely find on the other side of this now five foot tall bit of wall. Skittering to his left, heavy breathing behind him, and he was grateful he didn't hear or see any sign of those flying, chittering things with too many eyes and a distressing number of teeth. 

"So to clarify," came the crackling voice of Shawn Shepard over his comms. "This isn't how zoo visits are supposed to go?"

Leigh didn't answer right away, cautiously peering around his meager cover. He exhaled deeply at the sight of the heavy breather -- like a bear, if a bear were the size of a small house, with bony protuberances along its spine. Saliva was dripping from its open maw, and the stench rolling off of it in waves was enough to peel paint. He pulled back, eyes smarting. 

"No, my love," he replied faintly. "It really, really isn’t."

#my writing #Shawn Shepard #Everett Shepard #Shepard Sibling Special #Leigh Coats #Kaidan Alenko #mshenko #mshep clone x major coats #Major Coats #male shepard clone #A Series of Firsts #prompt fill

[velinxi]

Lord of the Rings fanart! I watched for the first time recently and loved it

#vel draws #lotr #lord of the rings #yeah this was kind of random but this series brought a surprising inspo for me #have some old men and powerful women #will also have the first piece as a print for my next store update this friday!

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023) 1.02 | 1.07

#pjo #pjoedit #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #sally jackson #poseidon pjo #userelio #userallisyn #userbanana #userfaiths #userspacey #userclara #useraurore #pjo show #pjo series #byholloway #sorry the first gif is so shitty this show is allergic to decent lighting

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Can you draw Percy in a shark onesie and Annabeth in an owl onesie? I need it for a fanfic. Happy birthday by the way, I love your art.

They dance 🎶

#my art 🌸 do not repost #nervoustoastthing 🏷️ #pjo onesie series✨✏️ #first off my apologies for the 3 month delay 💀💀✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼 #I don’t even deserve that birthday wish I’m not worthy ✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼💀💀 #I’m so embarrassed 💀💀💀 #percabeth #percabeth fanart #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson fanart #pjo fanart #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #pjo #heroes of olympus #toa #pjo fandom #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #rick riordan

[sopuu]

canary’s ascent to death

#HE’S FREE!!!!!!! FREED CANARY!!!!! #something about jimmy being happy with his ending despite being in the first round of deaths again #so proud of him for surviving 20 minutes longer than the past 4 series <3 #and at the same time devastated at mumbo and lizzie’s deaths #mcyt #trafficblr #life series #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #secret life #slsmp #secret life smp #sopuuart #good soup

[nezhanetwork]

based on falseknees' comic :)

#happy three months in the fandom to meee! :D #grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #hermitcraft #life series #3rd life #last life #double life #limited life #my art #i thought about grian and mumbo at first #but gtws and grian have a little bit more universes to choose from :) #← before you guys start asking about this

[spirk-trek]

I ALMOST SPIT OUT MY DRINK HE REALLY WENT "aww... anyway bye!"

#like JIM #star trek #shitposting #lmao LMAO #AND THEN SHE SAYS I'LL MISS YOU AND HE DOESNT ANSWER GIFKFNFIF #idk why i find this so fucking funny #he's like hm no i'm good #get some birth control on your planet first then we'll talk #also i have a boyfriend #the mark of gideon #star trek the original series #season 3 #tos #spirk

[dusty-mothman]

Stone, I need you to show me what all the fuss is about.

Read it on AO3

“Agent Stone, please report to the laboratory,” a small Badnik floated up to Stone, playing the robotic message. This particular Badnik had come to be his favorite. It was much smaller than the other ‘Niks and also seemed to be an older model. When Stone first noticed this little guy, he had asked the doctor about it, but the older man just waved him off. If you asked Stone, this one was most likely one of the doctor's favorites as well. 

It wouldn't be smart to keep the Doctor waiting, so Stone gave the Badnik a thank-you pat and set his path toward the lab. It wasn't unusual for Dr. Robotnik to call for his assistance. Sometimes the other man just wanted company, not that he would ever admit it. Heat rose in the Agent's chest as memories flashed through his mind. Long nights working overtime to finish deadlines, Robotnik sending him out to grab them both some dinner, but his favorite was the times the doctor simply wanted a cup of coffee and to ramble about his current project. Stone didn't always understand the technical jargon, but watching the Doctor's face light up made up for the confusion. 

“You called Doctor,” Stone announced as he entered the lab. Dr. Robtnik quickly straightened from his slouched position, and if he wasn't mistaken it seemed a flush had come to his cheeks. “What can I assist you with today?” 

“Ah, Agent Stone, yes,” Dr. Robotnik said, “Would you bring me a coffee? I have idea I need to discuss with you. Feel free to make one for yourself too.” The Doctor was fidgeting, fingers rubbing together making soft “shick” sounds. A smile tugged at the corner of the Agent's lips as he made his way to make coffee. 

Curious. Agent Stone wasn't sure Dr. Robotnik had ever used that particular phrasing before. Usually, their conversations in the lab consisted of the Doctor talking AT him vs him actively participating in a discussion. The realization made his stomach flutter. Stone greatly admired Robotnik and for the Doctor to want his input on something was a secret hope of his. The excitement and anticipation made Stone move faster, finding himself tapping his foot wishing the coffee would brew quicker. 

Finally, the coffees were done and Stone made a hasty return to the lab. To his surprise, it looked like Robtonik hadn't moved since he left. The doctor was still facing the door, away from his work, fingers still dancing. Whatever this is about must be putting the older man on edge, which puts him on edge. Instead of dwelling on it, Stone placed the coffee on Robotnik’s work table and sat in his usual chair. A few months after Stone began working, a matching chair suddenly appeared one day. Neither of the men spoke about it, they simply continued like it was always a part of their routine. 

Stone carefully lifted the cup to his lips, watching the Doctor’s eyes fall to his mouth. The Agent swore he could see the moment Robotnik returned to his body, eyes darkening as he watched Stone take a slow sip. The look alone sent heat through his body, causing Stone to shiver. 

“Um Doctor,” Stone asked, heat rising in his chest once again. The sound of his voice seemed to snap Dr. Robotnik out of his thoughts. Blinking slowly, the Doctor shook his head and finally tore his gaze from Stone’s mouth. 

Dr. Robotnik took a sip from his cup, humming contently as the flavor hit his tongue. “You always make the perfect cup,” Robotnik said, then continued, “Okay I need you to listen closely and do not speak until I'm finished with my full explanation. Understood?”

“Understood,” Stone confirmed, pretending to zip his lips and lock them up tight. There was no way he was going to risk messing up this opportunity. 

“There has been an idea plaguing my mind as of late,” Robotnik said, “It's so incessant that the only logical way to rid myself of this pest is to test my theory.” Stone watched the Doctor’s knee bounce in rhythm to the low music in the background. “I had one problem, this is not a theory I can explore alone,” Robotnik locked eyes with him as he spoke the next words, “You are the only person I trust with this experiment.”

Stone’s heart began to pound in his chest. It was a very rare honor to have the Doctors trust, and it very much pleased him to hear. As much as Stone wanted to reply, he remembered his promise not to speak.

“As you know, I have a large distaste for other humans,” Robotnik’s lip curled at the thought, “However as of late, a particular part of human relationships has been circling in my brain. It's quite bothersome to be distracted by such low-minded desires, however, I have to admit the idea is tempting.”

Stone could tell that the Doctor was unsure how to broach the actual topic, rambling on without having any specific detail. He didn't mind though, Stone could listen to his voice all day.

Dr. Robotnik took a deep breath and finally dropped the bomb, “Stone, I need you to show me what all the fuss is about. I need you to kiss me.” The Agent’s mouth fell open in surprise and wonder, careful to quickly close it again. Can’t have the Doctor thinking he might speak out of turn. “I have attempted this a few times in my youth with piss poor results,” Robotnik twirled his mustache, eyes staring off in the distance, “I've been putting a lot of thought into why lately, and have concluded that I may be Demisexual.”

“You see, I had no connection with those individuals,” Robotnik’s eyes returned to Stone’s, “I want to see if it feels different with someone I do have a connection with. You that is. Do you consent to test this theory with me?”

“Of course, I will,” Stone said, words finally slipping past his lips, “I would be honored to in fact.” There was a pleased sparkle in Robotnik’s eyes that had Stone melting in his chair. “Would you like me to take the lead, or…”

Before Stone could finish his sentence, the Doctor pulled them both into a standing position. Whatever the Agent had been about to say vanished from his mind when Dr.Robotnik's gloved hands came up to caress his face. His eyelashes fluttered, chills of pleasure coming from the slightest touch. Man was he desperate. If it were anyone but Robotnik, he would have been embarrassed. 

“I am not very experienced,” Robotnik said, voice soft due to proximity, “so you can take the lead but I would like to initiate.” Words seemed to fail Stone in that moment, only able to nod in response. “Good, good,” the Doctor whispered, carefully leaning in for the kiss.

Stone had closed his eyes before the moment of contact, body humming in anticipation. The kiss was a bit clumsy at first, simply a firm press of lips. Robotnik was tense, unsure. Stone needed to get him to relax if he was going to enjoy this. His hands came up to thread themselves through the Doctor's hair, parting for a moment to breathe.

“Relax, Doctor,” Stone met the older man's gaze, mesmerized by the vulnerability there, “Let me show you.” 

Stone realigned their lips, this time capturing Robotnik's lower lip in his. He gently swiped his tongue across the smooth skin, asking for permission. This had the Doctor melting in his hands. When their kiss deepened, Robotnik clung to Stone like he might disappear. Stone could hear the Doctors stuttering breaths as pleasure coursed through him. Emboldened by Robotnik’s response, Stone carefully bit his lip, pulling slightly. The Doctor moaned loudly in answer, eyes popping open and cheeks reddening. 

“Wow,” he breathed, nose rubbing against Stone’s, “I think I might understand the appeal now.” They both chuckled, still locked tight in the embrace. 

“Doctor,” Stone began.

“Please, call me Ivo,” Robotnik interrupted.

“Ivo,” Stone corrected, heart fluttering, “Are there any other low-minded desires you wish to explore?” A sly smile came to Ivo’s lips, sending another hot course of arousal through him. 

“Actually, there are a few things that have been distracting me,” Ivo leaned down and kissed Stone again. This time Robotnik was more confident in his abilities, and boy was he a fast learner. It was Stone’s turn to moan, the beast of his desire for this man had been unleashed. He hoped Ivo was ready. 

In the back of his mind, Stone worried about what emotions were behind this interaction. Was it solely to experiment with someone he trusted, or was this Ivo’s way of confessing his feelings for Stone? Now wasn't the time to ask either. Stone decided at that moment to enjoy the ride, even if he gets hurt in the end.

#a series of firsts #first kiss #stobotnik #agent stone #dr robotnik #jimbotnik #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the movie #sonic the movie 2 #ao3

[etoilesdeglace]

seaweed brain vs. wise girl

#let it be known that i will be deceased when we get the first actual seaweed brain/wise girl in the show - fully dead #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo tv series #pjo tv #pjo tv show #pjoedit #pjogif #percyjacksonedit #percyjacksongif #pjosource #tvedit #*mine #*my gifs #*my pjo #pjo spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #percabeth #percy #annabeth #annabeth chase

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Pairing : Leon Dompteur x Fem!OC (Self Insert)

Prompt : A Series Of Firsts "First Date" (planned fake date)

Previous Prompt : First Kiss

Warning : No warning

Words : 1531 counts

Hosted by : @aquagirl1978

A/N : My last entry for this challenge, I had fun writing and it was a good opportunity to introduce my OC to y'all and I'm glad there are who loved her and her interaction with Leon. Hope you have fun reading this fic I wrote and Happy (Early) New Year 🎊💕

•°•𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆•°•

“Ugh...” she sighs. "Really? Again?" he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. As she sighed once more, he couldn't help but smirk, his amber-colored eyes meeting her jade gaze. "It's the tenth time you've sighed, you know," he teased, causing her to gritter teeth. "And I'm ready to sigh again because of the situation you've put me in!" she exclaimed, anger palpable in her voice. "I had no other way out. Everyone was convinced that we were dating, and I couldn't bear to disappoint them," he explained, leaning back and maintaining his smile. "Oh, please. That's your problem, not mine," she retorted sharply, her eyes boring into his. "And of all the people who saw us-you know-it was Prince Yves Kloss!" she added with frustration. It was clear that the situation had been a disaster for her, and she began to cover half of her face with her hand, indicating that she wished to remain unseen after such a humiliating experience.

As she reminisced about the humiliating experience, she couldn't help but wish for an escape--for the ground to swallow her whole, for the memories to vanish into thin air. She had been caught playing the violin in a suburb of the capital, and to her surprise, Leon was among the crowd. But it was not until later that she realized he was not alone; instead, Prince Yves had been with him as well. His serious, sharp eyes had caused her to suddenly stop performing, as if all the air had been knocked out of her.

Romarin narrowed her eyes in question, sensing something amiss as Leon leaned back in his chair and failed to provide a clear answer. "Why was Prince Yves with you, and why were you together? Do you know each other?" She demanded, her tone growing sharper. “What do you think?” Leon's answer only served to irk Romarin further, causing her to furrow her brows in frustration. "I think you should stop being evasive and give me a straight answer," she said, her voice carrying a threatening tone, one that Leon had come to enjoy since their first meeting. But her reaction was hardly what Leon expected, as he burst out laughing at the mention of the date. "Don't forget that we are on a date right now, and it's bad manners to talk about anyone else," Leon warned, a hint of a smirk growing wider as he awaited Romarin's reaction.

Romarin looked at Leon with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You do realize that this is all an act, right?" Leon smiled, understanding her intentions. "Yes, I'm aware," he said, as he gestured to the people around them. "No one has any idea that this is fake. To them, our relationship is real." Romarin raised an eyebrow and leaned in, her gaze locking onto Leon's. "And who is responsible for this deception?" Leon shrugged indifferently. "You are," he said bluntly. "You started all of this." Romarin snorted in annoyance and poked her cheek in response. "Now it's my fault?" "Didn't you use me to escape from your stalker?" Leon replied with a hint of sarcasm. "So technically, you are responsible." She scoffed and leaned back in her chair, refusing to look at Leon directly. Leon noticed the redness spreading across her cheeks, the result of her annoyance. He couldn't help but find the sight of her annoyed features incredibly attractive.

"How long will you keep staring?" She said, refusing to meet Leon's gaze. "Until you start mastering the role well," he continued, his tone playful, as he rested his cheek on his hand. Romarin was getting increasingly annoyed and was about to snap back at him when she finally decided to meet his gaze. To her surprise, he was smiling slightly, and the familiar thought crossed her mind once more. "You expect me to go along with it?" she finally snapped, and he responded with a simple yes, still smiling. The tension between them was thick in the air, and Romarin thought it was about to burst into flames. But to her surprise, they both started laughing, and it was as if the tension had simply vanished. Romarin couldn't help but think that, even if the whole thing was just an act, she was having a great time. After a while, the two of them regained their composure and Leon leaned forward, his gaze still trained on her. "So, are you thinking about punching me later?" he teased. Romarin chuckled sarcastically. "I see you know me well now," she replied, her eyes still locked on his. Finally, as if the tension that had been swirling between them had suddenly disappeared and Romarin was aware that Leon was enjoying every moment of it.

"Oh look who we have here!" Another female voice suddenly interrupted them. Romarin turned her head to see who it was, and realized it was the waitress. The waitress confidently approached their table and looked directly at the duo, admiring them. She looked at Leon and said, "It's been a long time, Leon" and then directed her attention to Romarin. "And I see that you brought a lady with you, quite the catch, I'd say," she said with a sly smile to Leon. He simply nodded, indicating that she was right, and finally spoke up. "Finally, the girl of my dreams agreed to go out on a date with me." Romarin looked at him with wide eyes in shock at what he said and whispered under her breath, "You're unbelievable..." The two of them received a gentle laugh from the waitress.

"Hehe," the waitress said, adding to the mood. "It's definitely a moment worth celebrating. Let me go get you two something special." "Of course," Leon said, "we'll have the finest champagne-" "Milk," Romarin suddenly interrupted him. She crossed her arms and looked at Leon with cold eyes, and he blinked, trying to understand what the woman in front of him was aiming for. "A cup of warm milk will do," Romarin continued. No one said anything after that, leaving a heavy silence to fill the air. Romarin continued, "Isn't it on your list here?" She looked at the waitress, and she nodded in return. "Um...yeah, but it's rare that someone would ask for that," the waitress said hesitantly. "Then we'll be the first two to ask for it," Romarin replied, a hint of slyness in her voice. "Two?" Leon whispered, surprised by what he had just heard. He received a sly look from Romarin in return, making him feel confused and intrigued all at the same time.

The cups arrived at their table, both filled with the warm white milk, which Romarin immediately began to enjoy. Romarin blew lightly on her cup to cool it before taking a sip, looking at Leon with narrowed eyes, waiting for a reaction. Leon simply took his cup and began to drink it in one go, as if it were an alcoholic beverage, and ended up finishing it a lot quicker than Romarin had anticipated. Romarin was left stunned, her lips pressed to the edge of her cup, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She watched as Leon sipped the warm liquid as if it were the rarest of fine wines, and then suddenly, he finished it, leaving a tiny puddle of milk at the bottom of the cup. Romarin couldn't help but be impressed and a little bit confused by the way Leon had downed it so easily. "Well, I guess the saying is true, 'Don't knock it until you've tried it,'" Romarin said, breaking the silence, finally taking a sip of her own cup after Leon's impressive display.

The silence between them stretched on for a few moments, Romarin's mind racing with thoughts about what Leon might say next, and how she would respond. Finally, he spoke, his voice close to a whisper, "You won't overthrow me." Romarin shrugged her shoulders, still not looking at him. "I was expecting you to refuse to drink it altogether, saying something silly like 'Milk is only for children.' I guess not," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I see," said Leon, tilting his head to one side. "Well, anyway, a warm drink at a cold time like this will definitely do the trick."

Romarin's laughter was infectious, and soon Leon found himself laughing along with her, even though he wasn't sure exactly what she was laughing at. He noticed that she was pointing to his lip and realized that he had a milk mustache on his face from drinking the warm milk. To Leon's surprise, Romarin found this absolutely hilarious and couldn't stop laughing. She was wheezing and gasping for air, and Leon found himself laughing harder as she did, her laughter sounding like a beautiful melody to his ears. Seeing her like this made Leon realize how rarely he had seen her laugh, and it warmed his heart to know that he could make her smile and laugh like this. He decided to keep the milk mustache on his face, just to make her laugh a second and third time, and enjoyed their time together in the small cafe.

@leonscape

~END~

#ikemen prince #ikeprince leon #ikemen prince leon #leon dompteur #ikemen prince oc #ikemen prince fanfiction #a series of firsts

[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 5 - First Reversal

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: pending

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar celebrate their birthdays in Brooklyn and Los Angeles. Pedro asks permission to take control, Oscar accepts the request with a little bit of hesitation.

Notes: This chapter takes place 5 and 6 months after Chapter 1 in present day and via flashback.

Tag line: “I want to fuck you, Daddy.”

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[Oscar narrates]: “Las palabras se volvieron miradas. Las sonrisas permiso para seguir adelante y disfrutar de lo que tenemos juntos. Nuestra conexión llegó a un nivel de confianza y de total entrega. Confieso que te confío cada molécula de mi cuerpo y mi alma. Sé que no me harás daño…empiezo de cero contigo , dejando mis miedos y recuerdos atrás. Tus ojos tiernos,  y a la vez llenos de candela, guían mi corazón.  Sí, soy todo tuyo, mi Pedrito.”

(“Words became glances. Smiles permission to move forward and enjoy what we have together. Our connection reached a level of trust and total surrender. I confess I trust you with every molecule of my body and my soul. I know you won’t hurt me... I’m starting from scratch with you, leaving my fears and memories behind. Your eyes tender, yet full of fire, guide my heart. Yes, I’m all yours, my Pedro.”)

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Act I: The Admission

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<exterior: outdoor patio of a quaint coffee shop>

The sun has started to set, turning the horizon a brilliant shade of orange-red. Strings of Edison bulbs flicker to life in crisscrossing patterns above the patio while fairy lights twinkle in potted trees scattered throughout the dining area. Most of the tables are occupied as Pedro and Oscar exit the cafe. They make a bee line to an empty table near the center of the enclosed area. A few minutes later a barista leaves two cups of coffee and two pastries on the table. Pedro and Oscar are deep in conversation.

“He was being so bossy! If things weren’t going exactly his way, he’d start barking out orders left and right. You know me, I try really hard to get along with everybody, but the whole time I was sitting there thinking ‘I only take orders from one person, and it’s definitely not you, sir.’ I mean, where does he get off being so… I dunno, bitchy?”

Oscar looks at Pedro with a sly, knowing, grin when Pedro says there’s only one person he takes orders from.

“And you’re such an obedient boy, mi tigre. What did you say to him? What did you do?”

“I didn’t say, or do, anything. You know how I am about confrontation. It gives my anxiety anxiety!” Pedro sighs.

“You’ve got to work on being more assertive. I know you have it in you.”

“Speaking of being more assertive…” Pedro begins shyly.

Oscar looks at Pedro with a sideways glance, waiting for him to gather the courage to push forward.

“I… I was thinking. Maybe… if you wanted to, um… Maybe we could try something?”

“I’m listening, mi tigre,” Oscar says patiently.

Oscar already has a pretty good idea of Pedro’s train of thought, and is happy to indulge him. In fact, he’s more than willing to indulge Pedro in any of his desires, as he’s told him several times before. All Pedro has to do is ask. That was the only stipulation Oscar wasn’t willing to compromise on as they’d learned the in’s and out’s of their relationship over the past six months. 

After Pedro is quiet for a few more moments, biting his lip in that bashful way he does, Oscar leans in and whispers softly, but with a firm edge to his tone, “Mi Pedrito, you know the rules. You have to ask for it. How can you take something if you aren’t willing to ask for it?”

Taking another moment to find his courage, Pedro finally speaks.

“You know I absolutely love our dynamic. Having to ask permission, the thrill of knowing I could be refused, it turns me on so fucking much. But…” Pedro leans in close to Oscar, who is now sitting with his chin resting on his palms. “I want to fuck you, Daddy. I want to feel you clenching around my cock as I make you cum,” he says quietly, his words so soft they’re almost lost in the ambiance of the crowded patio.

Oscar reaches a hand across the table, placing it over Pedro’s. The smile that spreads across his face makes Pedro grin in turn.

“I won’t lie to you, Pedrito, I’ve not been in a submissive position in a long time. The last time I was, it wasn’t a healthy relationship, and it burned me on the idea of ever giving up control again. But for you, mi amore, I’m willing to give it another try.”

As they leave the cafe Pedro takes Oscar’s hand, fingers intertwining. They’ve been so careful not to show public displays of affection, for fear of the paparazzi seeing, but Pedro is feeling very bold tonight.

Looking at Pedro with a surprised expression Oscar asks “Are you sure?”

“Nunca he estado más seguro de nada en mi vida, mi luna y estrellas,” Pedro whispers into Oscar’s ear. (“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, my moon and stars.”)

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Act II: The Drive and the Storm That Followed

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The drive back to Pedro’s place isn’t long, but it is long enough for them to start a discussion about this new dimension of their shared journey. Oscar goes into great detail about the toxic relationship he’d been in. It was his first time being with another man, and his first experience with BDSM. Oscar explains how his naivety, and eagerness to please, was ultimately the reason the relationship failed.

“That’s why I was so upset with myself in those first few days we were together. I felt like I was being just as manipulative and uncaring as he was. I’d always told myself that, if I ever got into another serious relationship again, I’d be better than that. Yet, there I was, doing the exact same shit to you that he did to me,” Oscar says, his voice rising in his frustration.

“But Oscar, you didn’t manipulate me! Everything we did those first few nights…” Pedro sighs contentedly. “I was a very willing, and eager, participant! And you were so gentle and patient with me. Allowing me to come into this in my own time, under my own terms. Baby, don’t ever compare yourself to him. You are the most amazing, beautiful, caring person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And I’m so thankful to be able to share this journey with you.”

While Oscar explained to Pedro that it was a very traumatic time in his life, he assured him that it also helped him understand what not to do going forward, even if he almost messed it all up right from the start. The more in-depth the discussion became, the more Pedro realized just how lucky he was, having someone as caring and generous as Oscar to help him navigate this new path.

As Pedro parks the car, the sun sets behind the horizon, allowing the city lights to take center stage. He grins as he unlocks and opens the door, gesturing Oscar inside. It feels just like that night, oh so many eons ago, when they stumbled into this same room at one in the morning. The air crackles with the same electricity, the same feeling of anticipation. The only real difference is that this time, they are only drunk on love.

Standing in almost the exact same spot as where it all began, Oscar gazes out into the city below before finally opening the sliding glass door and stepping outside. The night is filled with the chorus of hundreds of crickets, and the air is sweetened by the delicate scent of golden currant. Pedro joins Oscar on the balcony, encircling him in a warm embrace and tenderly bestowing kisses upon the nape of Oscar’s neck. 

“God, I still can’t get over how amazing this view is babe. How are you not sitting on the balcony every night watching the city move?”

“On the nights I’m actually home I do sit out here for several hours. But my schedule has been so hectic, and it’s going to get even more so soon. But on the nights I can’t sleep, I’ll lie in bed and stare out into the night. Doesn’t happen so much anymore, because these past six months I’ve been sleeping very well,” Pedro says softly, resting his chin on Oscar’s shoulder. Their eyes reflect the sparkling lights of a city that never seems to sleep.

“I hope I’m at least partly responsible for you finally being able to get a good nights sleep.”

Kissing Oscar gently on the cheek, Pedro breathes softly in his ear, “You absolutely are, mi luna.”

Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and gently kisses the back of it several times before turning to face him. Caressing his face, Oscar pulls Pedro into a soft kiss that quickly turns fevered. Pedro strengthens his grip on Oscar’s hips, urging him closer. Obeying his unspoken command, Oscar steps into him, walking them backwards, until Pedro is flush against the glass wall and Oscar’s body.

With a firm and commanding grip, Oscar seizes Pedro’s wrists, elevating them above his head. The action radiates a sense of dominance and control. Oscar’s fingers intertwine around Pedro’s wrists, restraining any movement below. Oscar keeps his hands suspended in the air, rendering Pedro vulnerable and powerless. Oscar knows Pedro wants to take control, and he will absolutely let him. But not tonight, not yet. 

Continuing to hold their hands high above Pedro’s head, Oscar bites Pedro’s neck and pants into his ear, “Fuck baby, I need you so badly, need to be inside you.”

The atmosphere crackles with tension as static electricity builds. Suddenly, jagged streaks of lightning slash across the heavens, illuminating the landscape in brilliant, fleeting bursts. Thunder follows, a deafening roar that shakes the very foundations beneath their feet. Torrential rain suddenly pours down in unrelenting sheets, reducing the city to a mere blur of distorted shapes. The wind howls and screams. Like the storms sudden appearance and building intensity, Oscar can feel the passion, desire and longing igniting deep within. Their passionate kiss ends, leaving them both breathless, gasping for air. They scramble inside, closing the door behind them.

“Holy shit! Where did that st—,” Pedro begins, but is cut short when Oscar’s lips crash into his, somehow more fervent than before.

Gripping Pedro’s face in his hands once more, his touch neither delicate nor painful, Oscar kisses Pedro hard as he blindly navigates them to the bedroom. They’re both soaking wet from the sudden rain, their clothes clinging to them like a second skin. Once in the bedroom, Oscar begins to remove Pedro’s clothes, and then his own, with a palpable, frantic urgency. Sensing the desperation in Oscar’s movements Pedro yields to the whirlwind he’s found himself in. His lover has always been passionate, but this was beyond passion. This was primal, carnal. Pedro allows himself to be swept up into the storm as it reaches a feverish pitch.

Kissing him once more on the lips, Oscar grunts loudly, spins Pedro around and bites his neck again. Placing a hand between Pedro’s shoulder blades Oscar bends Pedro over the bed and grabs the lube from the nightstand. Moving with precision and speed, Oscar has them both sufficiently lubed and is ready to push forward when he hears Pedro whimper softly. He’s unsure if the sound is eager anticipation or if Pedro’s bracing himself for unwelcome pain. 

“Breathe baby, breathe,” Oscar purrs as he positions himself against Pedro and gently penetrates. “I give you my word that I won’t exceed your pain threshold… unless you want me to.”

Pedro pants heavily as Oscar moves achingly slowly within him. The feeling of chaos still hangs heavy in the air, and Pedro doesn’t want it to dissipate because Oscar is afraid of going too hard. 

Gripping the comforter, Pedro moans desperately, “Faster, Daddy! Ride me hard, and don’t you fucking dare slow down until you hear me screaming ‘nova’!“

Oscar grips Pedro’s hips, increasing his tempo, his thrusts almost in sync with the brilliant lightning that continues to illuminate the sky. Thunder crashes with every breath as rain continues to thrash the glass walls overlooking the city. Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro’s shoulder before licking a line to his neck, which he kisses and licks until he leaves a bruise. One hand firmly gripping Pedro’s hip, Oscar raises his other to Pedro’s neck, covering the fresh bluish purple spot. His fingers flex and release around Pedro’s throat.

“Fuck,” Oscar gasps as he continues to ram into Pedro. “I need you to check in, baby. Talk to me.”

Panting raggedly, Pedro responds, “Moonlight, moonlight! Don’t stop Daddy, please!”

Oscar’s hand still around Pedro’s throat, he turns Pedro’s head to the right, kissing him hungrily. Releasing his grip, Oscar slides his hand across Pedro’s shoulder and around to his chest. He applies firm pressure there, signaling Pedro to lean back, enabling them both to stand upright. His hand remains still for several moments, sensing the rhythm of Pedro’s racing heart mirroring his own. Moving slowly, Oscar's hand travels at a languid pace across Pedro's abdomen, the muscles rippling beneath his touch. His fingers continue to roam, spreading gently as they pass over Pedro’s naval, before finally wrapping themselves around his cock. Pedro covers Oscar’s hand with his own, and they move in unison up and down Pedro’s shaft.

As the storm reaches its crescendo Pedro and Oscar reach their climax. Oscar gently kisses Pedro’s neck and shoulder, murmuring terms of endearment softly against his glistening skin. Legs weak, Pedro pulls two pillows and the comforter from the bed, which they spread out on the floor. Oscar lies down on his back, and pats the spot beside him. Pedro lays down, snuggling in closely, and rests his head against Oscar’s chest. He listens to the strong beat of Oscar’s heart as it begins to slow to a steady rhythm. Oscar runs his fingers through Pedro’s wet hair, twirling little curls around them. As the rain begins to ease they fall asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.

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Act III: The Dawn

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Delicate rays of sunlight filter through a heavy fog, gently illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Oscar and Pedro nestle beneath a cozy comforter on the floor beside an unoccupied bed. Metallic surfaces catch a glint of sunlight, causing Oscar to blink rapidly as he attempts to adapt to the shifting play of shadows. Pedro lies on his back, sound asleep and snoring softly. Oscar props himself up on his left elbow and stares at his sleeping Pedrito. He lets out a profound sigh, experiencing a sense of contentment he hasn't felt in ages. Oscar gently lays his right hand upon his lover's chest, finding solace in the reassuring, unhurried rhythm of Pedro’s heartbeat.

His fingers trace delicate lines over bare chest and stomach, drawing nonsensical letters and messages in an unspoken language. Pedro shifts in his sleep, a grin stretching his lips, yet remains undisturbed in slumber. Distant thunder rumbles as rain begins to fall. Oscar gazes at Pedro with a crooked half grin of his own while he continues to draw. With careful and deliberate intent, his fingers trace a slow path down Pedro's torso before vanishing from sight. A salacious grin curves his lips as his wandering fingers are met with taut, unyielding flesh that twitches under his caress. Running his middle finger gently up and down his length Oscar inclines closer, tracing languid circles with his tongue around Pedro's aroused nipple before enveloping it with his lips. 

A gentle moan escaping Pedro’s lips, he adjusts his body slightly, but still does not wake. Oscar wraps his fingers fully around Pedro’s hard cock and begins to stroke him slowly. As Oscar ascends, his tongue charts a course towards the underside of Pedro’s chin, delicately grazing his nose against the tender skin, gently nudging upwards. Turning his focus to Pedro's exquisite neck, Oscar plants kisses and applies gentle suction until a fresh, darker bruise emerges, nearly mirroring the one he left the night before.

Pedro purrs quietly, turning his face slightly left, unconsciously allowing Oscar better access. Oscar places gentle kisses on heart shaped patches of exposed jawline before moving back down the column of his neck. Before he moves on, Oscar leaves a third love bite on Pedro’s exposed neck. Placing individual kisses, at equal intervals, his path continues down Pedro’s rising and falling chest and along the centerline of his stomach, until he reaches the edge of the comforter, which rises and falls in time with Pedro’s breathing. 

Oscar shifts his weight, moving from his elbow to his hand, before pausing briefly to pull the comforter back. He licks his lips hungrily, staring at his lover on full display. He stares for a moment, captivated, before moving back slightly to sit on his knees. Ones he’s comfortable he takes Pedro’s cock into his hand and gently kisses the tip before running his tongue along its length, from base to tip. Moaning in anticipation, Oscar takes him fully into his mouth. He proceeds deliberately, relishing each moment with an unhurried rhythm. Balancing with his left hand, Oscar delicately cradles Pedro's balls, rhythmically flexing and easing his fingers while his tongue maintains its caressing strokes along the shaft.

Pedro's passionate groan fills the air as he weaves his fingers into Oscar's hair, giving a soft, controlled tug. Encouraged by the sounds he’s eliciting, Oscar increases his pace slightly, taking him deeper with each descent. Pedro is half awake, but remains still, not wanting to accidentally startle Oscar into stopping. Feeling that marvelous tension starting to hum in his core, radiating through him like volts of electricity, Pedro begins to roll his hips in time with Oscar’s movements. Wide awake now, Pedro moans loudly as his cock twitches inside Oscar’s mouth, his orgasm rocking him so fiercely his entire body vibrates.

“Well, good morning to you too, beautiful. Wish you’d wake me up like this every morning,” he says with a satisfied smile.

‘That can definitely be arranged, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, wiping his chin clean.

Propping himself up, Pedro takes Oscar’s fingers, glistening with his own cum, into his mouth, licking them clean.  Oscar grips Pedro’s chin gently with those same fingers and kisses him deeply.

“What time is it?”

“Just after 7:30.”

“That’s so early, mi Luna. Can we go back to sleep for a little while longer?”

Lying back down, Oscar envelops Pedro in a gentle embrace as Pedro snuggles up against Oscar’s chest, his favorite spot. They’re both asleep in minutres.

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Act IV: The Assignment

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When they awake a few hours later the sun has disappeared behind a blanket of dull, gray April clouds. The heaviness of the air promises more rain. Pedro sits on an outdoor sofa with a cup of coffee. Oscar lays beside him, his head resting on Pedro’s lap. Oscar strums an unrecognizable, but hauntingly beautiful tune on his new guitar. A gift from Pedro to celebrate Oscar’s 40th birthday, they had spotted it in the window of a vintage music store in Manhattan. A 1931 Gibson L-1 Custom with gold flowers and vines, Oscar had fallen in love with it instantly, practically dragging Pedro across the busy street to look at it. They had almost been hit by no less than three cars and were cursed at in just as many languages, but they made it across in one piece. 

Oscar had protested when Pedro told the shop owner to pack it up, but Pedro had insisted, telling him he could always pay him back in moonlight serenades. And Oscar had done just that. After attending the opening night of a new off-broadway production they had returned to Oscar’s place, an old apartment building he’d completely renovated himself. On the rooftop Oscar played several songs for Pedro, some that were widely known, some he made up on the spot. The waning crescent moon and a sea of stars shone upon them as they made love on the rooftop for what seemed like an eternity, before falling asleep under the stars.

It wasn’t until the following morning that Pedro first floated the idea of experimenting with their dominant and submissive roles. Pedro explained that when he was with a woman his dominance was always assumed. While he did enjoy that assumption of power he found it wasn’t as satisfying as what he shared with Oscar. With Oscar it was the thrill of the give and take, and he found that being ‘allowed’ felt more liberating than knowing he ‘could’ just because he wanted to.

When Oscar had asked Pedro what he imagined doing in a dominant role, however, Pedro had come up short. In his other relationships he was more or less there to meet his own needs for physical contact. A quick release was just a bonus. The reciprocity with Oscar was something he hadn’t realized he needed as much as he did, so he wanted to do it right, less he disrupt their delicate balance. So they spent the rest of the morning, and early afternoon, talking about what they wanted from each other and how they wanted to achieve those desires. Even then Oscar was hesitant about giving over control, but did his best to hide it. Pedro was finally growing more confident in his role and Oscar didn’t want to discourage him by telling him the loss of control scared him.

“Let’s take this one step at a time, baby steps. The first thing you need to do is to ask yourself if you want to take control. Once you’re sure that’s what you want, we can figure out the semantics. There’s nothing wrong with wanting that control, but the thing about control is you have to be willing, and able, to take it, but also be careful to wield it properly. Dominance and submission are like a symphony. They require trust, harmony, and a shared rhythm between partners. Each note, a gesture of power or surrender, creates a beautiful composition of intimacy and connection.”

Oscar pauses, searching for the words to best convey his feelings. They’re back on the rooftop and Oscar is strumming an idle tune as he speaks. Pedro sits across from him, a dreamy look in his eyes. When Oscar starts speaking again Pedro blinks rapidly, drawing his attention back to Oscar’s soothing voice.

“Communication becomes the conductor, guiding our movements and tempo. As the conductor, you listen, interpret, and respond to the cues, ensuring that we’re both attuned to each other's desires, but also each other’s limits and boundaries. As the music swells, so does the intensity of the connection. It's a dance of vulnerability and strength, where each of us finds our unique role and power within the dynamic, creating this masterpiece of intimacy that resonates long after the final note fades into the night.”

“Wow, that was beautiful. Expressing it that way makes it a lot easier to understand.”

“I wish I could say it was all me, but I read it somewhere a while back, and it just kinda stuck with me. The beauty of it all is how it ebbs and flows, ever changing and evolving. Sometimes it’s hard to remember, outside of this, that submission can be just as liberating as control is empowering.”

“I definitely think it’s something I’d like to try, if that’s ok?” Pedro asks meekly.

“Mi Pedrito, you have such baby girl energy. We’re gonna need to work on being more assertive. I’m gonna give you a homework assignment of sorts. For the rest of the time we’re in the city, I want you to assume that anything you want to do to me, with me, or have me do to, or with you, is allowed. If it’s not, I’ll tap out with a safe word.”

“Anything? Are you sure?” he asks in an uncertain tone.

“Anything darling. I might just surprise you with what I’ll let you do to me,” Oscar purrs.

For the remaining two weeks they spent in Brooklyn, Pedro started a slow, but steady, movement from asking, to telling, Oscar what he wanted. It started small, such as telling Oscar to make him breakfast, gradually progressing to telling Oscar what he wanted him to do to him during their scenes. These things included, but were not limited to, be restrained with soft ribbons and some light choking. By time they were ready to go back to LA the week before Pedro’s 44th birthday, Pedro was telling Oscar to blindfold him and have his way with him. A week after returning to LA Pedro told Oscar he wanted to use toys with him and be in charge of the remote control. Oscar eagerly agreed to all of these things when Pedro commanded them.

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Act V: The Reversal

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A gentle rain begins to fall as Oscar softly sings an acoustic version of ‘(I Can’t Help) Falling In Love With You’. Pedro continues to sip his coffee, running his fingers lazily through Oscar’s hair. When the song is over Oscar continues to strum idly, turning his head slightly to look up at Pedro.

“Happy birthday, mi tigre. What did you want to do today? I know we’re going out Saturday with your family and Sarah, but what about today?”

Pedro considers this for a few moments before a wicked grin curls his lips. “I want you to do a strip tease for me, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you. And later, you’re gonna make love to me under the stars.”

Oscar rests his guitar carefully against the sofa. Propping himself up on one elbow he reaches for Pedro’s neck with his free hand, pulling him down for a tender kiss.

“Qué rico, mi Pedrito travieso (How delicious, my naughty Pedrito),” Oscar purrs softly, licking Pedro’s bottom lip before resting his head on Pedro’s lap once more.

They continue to sit outside in the gentle rain for another hour, enjoying the quietness of the day. The gentle rain eventually becomes hard and steady, resulting in a significant drop in temperature. When Oscar feels Pedro shudder beneath him, he quickly and carefully packs his guitar away, taking it, along with Pedro’s empty coffee cup, inside. When he comes back out he pulls Pedro to his feet, gripping his hips to pull him close. Burying his face into the crook of Pedro’s neck, he kisses a slow path to Pedro’s ear.

“Are you ready, mi tigre?” he whispers softly before gently biting Pedro’s earlobe.

He feels Pedro shudder against him and that deliciously familiar twitch against his lower abdomen as Pedro’s cock responds to his touch. Oscar kisses Pedro’s jaw line, pulling him tighter against his own growing erection. Standing practically nose to nose Oscar traces Pedro’s lower lip with his thumb before cupping his chin and sinking into a hungry, heated kiss. Moaning against his lips, Oscar grips the front of Pedro’s shirt and guides him inside. The steady drumming of rain through the open door sets a backdrop as he motions Pedro to sit in a chair he has turned to face the balcony. 

Pedro grins impishly as Oscar takes out his phone and queues up a song. When the synthesized intro of ‘Pony’ begins Oscar starts to roll his hips in languid circles, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrist. As his hips move his entire body falls into sync. He runs his fingers through his loose curls, down his face, neck and chest. Stepping in front of Pedro’s knees, Oscar grips his legs firmly and spreads them apart. Crouching between them, he runs his fingers up and down the length of Pedro’s thighs before cupping Pedro’s straining bulge through his pants. Leaning in, Oscar kisses Pedro’s neck, nipping the bruises he left the night before. Gliding his fingers over his lovers torso, he takes Pedro’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, panting heavily into Pedro’s mouth, before rising and taking a small step back. 

Still feeling the music, Oscar undoes his belt with one hand, removing it in one quick, smooth motion. The leather snaps loudly as it coils upon itself before falling to the floor. Pedro bites his bottom lip and grips the arms of the chair, fingers flexing over the velvety surface. As Oscar untucks his shirt Pedro reaches for the waistband of Oscar’s pants. Oscar slaps his hand away playfully, shaking his head and wagging his finger.

“No, mi Pedrito! This is a tease, remember?’ Oscar laughs.

“I can’t help myself, baby. I want to touch you so badly. My body aches for the feel of your skin against mine.”

A Cheshire Cat grin slowly curves Oscar’s lips as he teasingly lifts his shirt, inch by inch, exposing his stomach, before removing it fully and tossing it onto his discarded belt. Stepping into the space between Pedro’s still spread legs, Oscar takes Pedro’s hands, placing them on his pecks. He guides them down his torso, stopping at the waistline. Hands still covered, Pedro slowly undoes the button and zipper, pulling Oscar’s pants over his hips. They fall to the floor as Pedro grips Oscar’s hips, pulling him close. Oscar steps out of his pants and hastily kicks them to the side as Pedro licks and kisses his stomach, starting to tug at the waistband of Oscar’s boxer briefs.

Stepping back just far enough to be out of Pedro’s reach, Oscar hooks his thumb into his waistband and teasingly pulls his boxers down just enough to expose the base of his cock. His other hand snakes inside, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. His hand glides over his now erect cock as he pulls it out of his boxers. Taking Pedro’s hand, he places it over his throbbing member, pressing it hard against his erection.

“Baby, you make me so fucking hard,” Oscar whispers as he slowly pulls his boxers down, kicking them onto the pile of discarded clothes as Pedro starts to stroke him languidly.

Oscar straddles Pedro in the chair, kissing him with an unspoken, urgent need. He grinds his hips into Pedro as he works to remove Pedro’s shirt, breaking their kiss just long enough to pull it over Pedro’s head. Their lips reconnect instantly as Oscar’s fingers weave into Pedro’s soft, unruly hair, gripping it tightly. Pedro squeezes Oscar’s ass with one hand, while continuing to stroke his hard cock with the other. Oscar swiftly unbuttons and unzips Pedro’s pants, but when he goes to pull them down, he realizes he’ll have to stand up to remove them. Gripping the back of the chair firmly, Oscar pulls himself to a standing position, feet planted on the edges of the chair, allowing Pedro to shimmy off his remaining clothes.

As soon as Pedro’s hands are free again he possessively grips Oscar’s cock and licks the length from base to tip before swirling his tongue around the head and taking him fully. Oscar’s hips roll in small circles, the heat and texture of Pedro’s tongue eliciting deep moans.

“Fuck baby,” Oscar pants. “Oh yeah, just like that. I love it when you do that with that filthy little tongue of yours.” Gripping the back of the chair with one hand, Oscar buries his fingers in Pedro’s hair, gently guiding Pedro’s head. “I see you’re using the technique I taught you. You’ve gotten very good at it, baby,” Oscar moans softly.

Pedro continues to go down on Oscar, hollowing his cheeks to take him deeper. Still gripping the back of the chair for support, Oscar tightly grips Pedro’s throat, feeling his girth fill and expand it beneath his hand. After several minutes Oscar leans back slightly, loosening his grip on Pedro’s throat and looks down at him, cupping his face in his hands. 

“Damn baby, you’re fucking incredible. Give me a second to catch my breath, otherwise I’m gonna paint that beautiful throat of yours before you’ve had a chance to play.”

Oscar sits on Pedro’s lap and begins to stroke his cock slowly. Pedro mewls under Oscar’s touch. Grabbing the lube from the small table beside them, Oscar applies liberal amounts to Pedro’s cock as Pedro applies in kind to Oscar’s entrance.

“Baby, can I change my mind?” Oscar asks playfully.

“No,” Pedro responds in a low tone with a devilish grin. “Are you ready for me, gatito?”

Oscar nods, a half smile curling his lips. Resting his hand on Pedro’s side, Oscar caresses Pedro’s cheek.

“Slide down a little bit baby,” he whispers gently into Pedro’s ear.

Gripping Pedro’s shoulders for support he lifts himself up so Pedro can slide down in the seat. 

“Slide down a little more baby, and lay back. Yeah, just like that.” Oscar says in a soft, encouraging tone.

A look of nervousness overcomes Pedro as he grips his own cock and prepares to penetrate Oscar for the first time. 

“Relax baby, it’s ok. Just take it nice and slow. I’ll help guide you.” Pedro looks at him with concern and uncertainty. “You won’t hurt me, mi tigre, I promise. If something doesn’t feel right let me know and we’ll make adjustments.” Oscar soothes, placing a reassuring hand on Pedro’s chest, right above his rapidly beating heart.

Placing his hand over Pedro’s they move slowly, allowing Pedro time to steady his nerves. Oscar accepts him with little resistance, a shuddering moan escaping him as Pedro goes deeper. They sit in silence for several seconds as Pedro’s breath gradually returns to a calm, steady rhythm.

Resting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders, Oscar leans into him, kissing him softly on the lips. He starts to roll his hips slowly, allowing Pedro to become acclimated before he gradually increases his tempo. Pedro quickly matches Oscar’s pace, lifting his hips to penetrate deeper. 

“Fuck, mi tigre, you feel so god damn good inside me. Stroke my cock while you fuck me, baby. I wanna feel you inside and out. I want you to consume me entirely.”

Oscar moans loudly as Pedro fills him and strokes him simultaneously. Oscar’s moans and heavy breathing help Pedro find his groove.  He begins to thrust with more force, his hips slapping against Oscar’s ass.

“Daddy, can I—,” Pedro begins, but is immediately cut off by Oscar placing a finger over Pedro’s lips.

“Don’t ask, baby…,” Oscar pants heavily. He gasps when Pedro’s free hand finds his throat a few seconds later. “Harder, baby. Like you fucking mean it!”

Pedro’s grip tightens around Oscar’s throat, causing Oscar’s breath to come in hollow, gasping shudders. Pedro moans loudly, the sounds from Oscar driving his courage. Pedro’s hips keep slamming against Oscar’s ass as he ruts himself harder and deeper into Oscar, hitting his sweet spot over and over.

Breath hitching in his chest, Oscar pants eagerly, “Fuck! Right there, baby, right there!”

Slowing down, Pedro presses his hand firmly against Oscar’s chest, indicating him to lean back slightly. Pedro leans down and kisses the tip of Oscar’s cock, which is already moist with pre-cum, swirling his tongue along the slit. He licks his lips, allowing Oscar’s essence to create a slick sheen on them. 

The sight and sensation causes Oscar to jerk forward, involuntarily chasing Pedro’s lips. A feral groan escapes as Pedro finally wraps his lips around Oscar’s hard, aching cock.  As his concentration shifts Pedro’s speed falters. Oscar picks up the slack, controlling both the depth and speed of penetration. 

“I’m getting close, mi tigre. Where do you want it?” Oscar asks softly.

Pedro stops just long enough to answer, “In my mouth. Let me taste you, gatito.”

Gripping Pedro’s throat tightly Oscar releases his load, feeling his orgasm pour down Pedro’s throat, a quivering sensation rippling below his grip. Pedro gasps as he tries to catch his breath. 

As Oscar continues to rock his hips, taking Pedro as deep as he can, his breath comes in ragged gasps as he rides Pedro hard. He leans in closely, hands traveling up Pedro’s sweat slicked torso, and bites Pedro’s shoulder hard enough to elicit a gasp. 

Pedro shudders as he tries to hold off his release. Oscar gazes at him intensely, instantly knowing that he’s trained his Pedrito very well. Even taking on a dominant role, Pedro still seeks Oscar’s approval before he can find his release.

In a soft whisper, Oscar breathes against Pedro’s ear, “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me, cum inside me.”

Pedro arches his back as he cums deep inside Oscar, moaning with relief as his orgasm pulses through him in waves. Oscar sighs heavily as Pedro fills him. Cupping his chin, Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro tenderly, running his fingers through Pedro’s damp hair. As if a switch was flipped, Pedro almost immediately falls back into a submissive state. 

“Was that ok, Daddy?” Pedro asks quietly, looking down into the space between them shyly.

“You did beautifully, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose. “I enjoyed it very much. I hope you enjoyed it too?”

“Yes, Daddy, I enjoyed it very much. I would love to do it again. Soon.”

“Of course, mi Pedrito. Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor (you know I would do anything for you, my love). Let’s take a quick shower, then we can snuggle a little. And you can tell me where you want to go once it’s dark. Is there anywhere you know of that has privacy and good star visibility?”

“Hmm, there’s an observatory at Mt. Wilson. I think that would be perfect. There are some trails nearby. We could take a blanket, maybe some wine?”

“That sounds perfect, darling.”

After they shower they fall asleep while snuggled up to each other in bed, satisfied and pleasantly tired. A few hours later they dress, go to Pedro’s favorite restaurant, then head out to Mt. Wilson, where they gaze at the stars through the observatory telescopes while waiting for the park to officially close. Once they’re sure they’re relatively alone they lay out a blanket and sip wine while gazing at the night sky. They make love under the stars, just like they did during the nights they’d spent in Brooklyn.

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