Page 51 of Oh, Sacred Dark
The first touch of Roman’s tongue against his fingers came as a surprise. It didn’t feel coincidental—a slow, languid swipe like he was trying to taste Tyler more than the piece of pineapple. Tyler didn’t flinch, letting his hand linger before he retracted it casually.
The next piece was pear. It slipped into Roman’s mouth easily, and then the sub took Tyler deeper into his mouth, sucking his fingers and groaning softly like he didn’t even know what was happening.
Tyler closed his eyes at the wash of want that eradicated all else. For the first time during their scenes, he could feel himself getting hard, twitching in his boxers.
Roman blinked dazedly as they kept going, mouth wet and hot, searching for the salt on Tyler’s skin desperately.
“Okay,” Tyler said as the fruit disappeared. “All finished, baby. Well done.”
Roman groaned and shuffled forward, burying his forehead against Tyler’s thigh. The touch through the thin cloth of his sweatpants was like a brand.
Tyler threaded his clean fingers through Roman’s hair. “You’re okay. Well done, baby, you did perfectly. Let’s go to the couch, okay?”
It was only when they were horizontal that Tyler realised Roman was hard too, and wasn’t that a punch to the gut. Roman squirmed and moaned on top of him, and Tyler had to wrap him up tight to make him stop.
“Not now, Ro, okay? You’re good. You’re okay. Let’s rest a little,” Tyler instructed.
Roman shuddered like the rumble of Tyler’s voice was stimulating in and of itself, but he fell limp and quiet, letting Tyler stroke up and down his back.
Tyler stared at the ceiling, trying desperately to get his body under control.
Aftercare was always one of the best parts of scening. Roman appeared to have become accustomed to it, drifting out of subspace gradually while they watched something on TV or listened to a podcast. This time, though, Tyler wasn’t surprised when Roman stiffened suddenly.
“You’re okay,” Tyler murmured. It didn’t seem to help.
“Did I…” Roman sat up quickly, slapping his hands over his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so—”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad, see? It’s okay,” Tyler assured.
Roman peeked through his fingers, and it took Tyler a second to realise that Roman wasn’t scared—just really, really embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Roman—it’s totally fine,” Tyler repeated.
Roman shrunk into himself. “I know you don’t want that stuff, why would you? I’ve never even done anything like that, my past Doms were straight so—”
“Ro. Baby. I…it wasn’t bad. I mean…” Now it was Tyler’s turn to be embarrassed. “I didn’t stop you because I didn’t like it. I stopped you because we haven’t discussed doing anything sexual,” Tyler said and thanked his darker skin that his own blush wasn’t as obvious.
Roman blinked at him. “You liked it? But I…” If anything, he turned redder.
“I’m not saying we have to do anything like that,” Tyler raced to say.
“No, I…I haven’t thought about it. Notthatmuch, anyway.” Roman’s gaze flittered to the side. He looked as if he were going to blow a blood vessel.
“How about this—was what we just did enjoyable for you?”
“Yeah,” Roman admitted quietly.
“Okay, so, we both enjoyed that. Introducing anything else of that nature is a bit much right now, so how about we each think on it? On if that’s something we’d like long term, and in what way, and you can bring it up when you’re comfortable,” Tyler suggested.
“Okay,” Roman said, shifting in his seat.
“All I would say is that we should probably start by doing something outside a scene.” Tyler was trying admirably hard not to picture anything.
“Like what?”
“Like…kiss or something. But, at a later point. When you’ve given it some thought and are ready to talk about it.”
Roman nodded, still looking embarrassed but not upset. “Okay. I’ll—I’ll do that. Think about it, I mean.”
