Page 70 of Sorry, We're Closed

“Baby, are you okay with me taking these off you?”

Two of his fingers crawl into the waistband of my shorts and boxers, and I nod to his request. My words are rare and few right now since my mind is just a raging hormone oven which can only produce gibberish or something that would be a horrifying attempt at flirting.

Avory slowly peels the damp fabric from my waist, pulling them further down to reveal the hardened mess he has created. I step out of the fabric which now surrounds my ankles.

I have never been on display for anyone before.

The sudden realisation smacks me hard, pulling me from our hazy moments of bliss as I realise no one has ever seen these parts of me. As I hide behind his sleeves, Avory’s eyes beam up at me. All of me. He doesn’t see me as if I am some sort of display, he looks at me in a way I have never been looked at before – he looks at me like I am the most beautiful being he’s ever seen. He makes me feel that way, too.

“Baby, you are so damn beautiful.”

I finally crawl onto the bed and over his lap, every inch of his skin radiates heat which I wish I could bottle and taste whenever I crave him. That bottle would run out pretty quick.

Sitting on his lap, his hands grasping my waist as my palms press against his chest, I could feel the adrenaline yet nervousness flowing throughout my veins. I have never done any of this before, and I’d never wish for anyone else to carry me through this, but feeling Avory’s hard cock pressing against my cheeks, while mine presses against his stomach at times as I lean down to kiss him, I know that we are here, together, for each other. My hands move into his untamed waves, pushing them off his face as his hands travel from my waist to my ass, cupping both cheeks and squeezing gently.

His voice, deeper and with each word being pronounced and prominent in this thick, warm air, presses against my ear. “Do you want me to guide you through this, love?”

I nod into his shoulder because that voice. I’m so incredibly weak for him, I want him to lead me through this. I want to succumb to his touch until it’s the only thing I’ll ever recognise and remember. Unfortunately, one of his warm hands had to peel itself away from my cheek as he reaches for a small black wash bag on the floor, his hand fumbling as his tongue pokes out past his lips slightly. How can he be so incredibly hot, yet cute as well?

He clutches a small, clear bottle before opening it on his bedside table and asking for my assistance with squeezing a considerable amount onto two of his fingers. Thank God for lube.

“I want to ease you into this, baby, okay?”

That goddamn voice, mixing with the sensation of his fingertips of my skin, makes my entire body quake. The best I can muster is a hum in agreement as I bury myself into the crook between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his salty yet musky scent. I slowly begin to plant kisses along his neck, his clavicles and every dip and curve I can find as a sudden cold spark brings me back to reality from the hot, sweaty, did I mention hot, world we have created. His fingers begin to slowly trail against my opening, my kisses becoming messy and wet as I struggle to focus on anything other than his touch.

“Relax my love, my boy, relax,” he whispers into my ear, and I try my hardest to bury my whimpers into his neck as his first finger teases, massages then slowly inserts into me.

He eases himself into me, slowly gliding in and out of me, that damn bass to his voice reassuring me as eventually, he inserts two of his lengthy fingers, stretching me out and forcing me to learn about parts of myself which I tried my hardest to ignore for far too long. The feeling, sharp enough to cause a hiss through my teeth at first, slowly drifts into a mist of warmth, burning heat actually, which floods this bliss which spreads over my core.

As he tauntingly moves himself in and out of me, I begin to feel the fabric of Avory’s boxers now soaking in himself beneath me, as my length begins to spill onto his stomach, leaving my trails to fill his natural, muscular curves. His fingers slowly begin to settle in me, and as my mind begins to follow in suit, and the stars that fill the room begin to dissipate, they suddenly shine brighter than before as his fingers begin to roll inside me. He finds a part of me that feels phenomenally overwhelming, and I don’t want him to stop. No, I want more. I need more.

“Baby, you feel so incredible. Does this feel good?”

I struggle to think of any words that can remotely describe how he feels right now, but my voice only escapes in a mixture of whimpers and sharp breaths.

“Ah, ah—Avory, you feel amazing—fuck!”

My back arches back into his fingers which causes a moan of surprise it seems to erupt from Avory, and I want more of that. I want to hear him, I want him to feel good, I want him to feel as amazing as he makes me feel every, single, day.

Avory clearly senses my need as I find myself practically grinding against his fingers, his name escaping between every moan. His free hand grips my hip, forcing me to slow down and giving him enough time to gently remove himself, leaving me already feeling sensitive to his touch. Avory cups my jaw with one hand so my face meets his, his lips plastering my face and neck as I regain my breath.

“You did so well, my love.”

“Baby please, I want more of you.”

My desperation for him is blatant and obvious, but I don’t care. I want him. I want Avory. Not only because it’s Avory, but because we are doing something that I never believed would be possible in general let alone with someone I love. This, right here, is the biggest acceptance of myself, a man who loves other men, and specifically, a man who loves this punk guitarist who happened to stumble into his old café. I continue to repeat to myself not to blurt that out right now, but that’s a conversation for another day. Not right now.

Avory’s light laugh holds some sort of devilish intent behind it as he helps me lift off my knees, allowing him to free himself and his standing cock, already glistening with precum which begins to leak down his length.

“I want you to take your time, beautiful. I want you to feel good, so good.” Avory’s words remain calm, but I struggle to believe they’ll stay that way.

As Avory guides me with one hand, holding his cock still with the other, I position my already sensitive opening over his slick head. I slowly lower myself, trying my best to relax myself as Avory’s free hand now begins to rub my thigh slowly, back and forth. My eyes force themselves shut as I begin to feel his head pushing against my behind, and very slowly, his head passes into me, my breath catching in my throat as both of Avory’s hands begin to support me all over my body.

His voice forces me back into the room. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well.”

His words encourage me as low grunts escape past his lips and into the already stuffy air. “God, do you know how pretty you are, Sawyer?”

No one has ever called me pretty before.

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