Page 77 of Rat Park
“Did you enjoy the date, then?” Flor asked. Dominic looked at him for a moment, still feeling dazed, before stepping towards Flor and wrapping him in his arms.
“Yeah,” Dominic said into Flor’s hair.
“Will you plan the next one?”
“Yeah.”
Flor brushed his cheek softly against Dominic’s before pressing their mouths in a kiss. It was like the slight but building sound of choir voices inside Dominic’s head. Just a suggestion, at first, just warmth and a sigh before Flor’s lips parted and the feeling inside Dominic swelled. Dominic wanted to dissolve himself into that moment, become part of what it was and settle to rest there.
They pulled each other towards Dominic’s room, undressing each other mindlessly, too caught up in the tide of their kiss, of the heat of their revealing skin.
“I wanna,” Flor panted, already breathless, “I wanna try something.”
Dominic looked down at his earnest eyes. “Okay.”
“I wanna rim you.”
Dominic’s stomach tightened with heat. Ridiculously, his cheeks burned slightly at the thought. “Okay.”
They moved together until Dominic was where Flor wanted him, flat on his stomach, one of his knees bent as it rested on the bedspread, opening up the angle for Flor to settle in. Dominic felt his muscles jump and shiver as Flor slid his hands down Dominic’s back, his ass, his thighs, before trailing back up again.
“I’ve thought about this,” Flor said softly. Dominic had buried his face in the crook of his arm and the voice seemed to appear from the dark. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. About how you’d squirm under my mouth and the sounds you’d make. The way you’d say my name like you do sometimes, like you’re begging without begging. Fuck, I’d come so hard touching myself, just thinking about that.”
Dominic made a choked sound, biting into his arm. His cock was hard and pressed between his stomach and the mattress, throbbing at Flor’s words.
“Flor,” Dominic begged without begging.
“Yeah,” Flor said quietly. “Just like that.”
Dominic felt Flor shift behind him before his hands were parting Dominic’s cheeks. Flor’s fingers brushed against his hole, making it twitch, before it was Flor’s tongue lapping at him.
Flor went slow. He dragged his tongue languidly, as if there was nowhere else he wanted to be. The building of pleasure was so subtle, so relentless, that Dominic didn’t know what was happening until he was trembling on the bed, moaning into his arm. His cock rubbed against the sheets, the friction unbearably good even as it was not nearly enough.
“Flor,” Dominic said, and he didn’t know how many times he had called his name. It was the only word left in his head.
Flor hitched Dominic’s hips up suddenly, Dominic’s knees sliding on the sheets to prop him up, and then Flor’s tongue was thrusting into him, loosening him up. Flor pushed as far as he could go, burying his face between Dominic’s cheeks.
Dominic felt his body moving, his forehead pressing into the mattress, fists gripping and pulling at the sheets as he thrust back, wanting more of Flor’s wet mouth. Flor’s hands squeezed Dominic’s cheeks before pressing both thumbs against Dominic’s hole, rubbing at the edges even as his tongue fucked in, spreading his spit around.
“Fuck. Fuck, oh fuck,” Dominic groaned.
“I want to fuck you,” Flor growled against his ass and Dominic bucked, the heat everywhere.
“Yes, yeah, come on,” Dominic goaded. His cock was so hard it ached.
One of Flor’s fingers slipped inside Dominic’s tongue-loosened hole, the breach electric. The truth was, Dominic didn’t do this much, hadn’t been fucked since he was a teenager. Maybe it had to do with the way he looked, or the inherent vulnerability of giving someone the possibility of under-prepping you, of hurting you, of just having someone inside you, when Dominic and his body had already been through so much.
Now, however, there wasn’t an ounce of doubt. Music rang out in his mind, the rise and fall of it filled with breath, with relief.
Flor grabbed the lube, leaving Dominic for only a second, arched and dripping on the bed, before two careful fingers were sliding inside. It was like everything was beginning again. The slow pace returned, the awed brush of Flor’s hand against Dominic’s back. It was layer upon layer of pleasure, threading through Dominic’s cells and making him whole.
Once Flor had three fingers inside him and the pained stretch had liquified into pleasure, thrusting easily in and out, Dominic’s pleading started again. His voice was hoarse, bitten into the sheets. The desperation of it must have been enough, because the next moment there was the rustle of a condom wrapper and then the head of Flor’s cock pressing inside.
Dominic’s mind was wiped clean as Flor pressed inside. God, the stretch, the way it lit Dominic up. Flor’s hands were tight on Dominic’s hips once he was seated completely inside. There was a moment, two, and then Dominic made an encouraging move, tilting his body, and Flor was pulling out.
The pressing in, the fullness, was good, but there was also something about that slow slide out. The way it built anticipation, the way the emptiness ached, making the thrust back in all the sweeter.
Flor started picking up the pace, and Dominic met him, thrust for thrust, until their skin was slapping together, the pleasure a white shock sparking through more and more of his body until it took over completely. Flor, the scent and feel of him, the string of notes that was his body inside Dominic’s, was all there until even Dominic disappeared and became a wave of pleasure crashing over the space that had been him.
