Page 82 of Oh, Sacred Dark
Tyler got the gist, pulling both of their pants down and taking them in hand. The rub of their cocks together had Tyler’s head reeling, Roman mewling into his mouth.
It was so fucking good to feel Roman against him, to give Roman pleasure, see his eyelids fluttering with it. When they spilt, it was almost at the same time, as though their magic was melting together, synched up in some unnameable way.
“Do you want to stay the night?” Roman offered when they’d cleaned up.
Tyler couldn’t stop smiling, grabbing Roman for another kiss. It’d been a while since they’d slept together, and crawling into bed with Roman was as good as he remembered.
Roman sidled up so his face was buried in Tyler’s neck, bodies swallowed up by the dark.
“I haven’t Dropped in Meliora in months,” Roman whispered, grabbing Tyler’s hand tentatively.
Tyler squeezed Roman’s fingers. “Ro. That’s amazing, baby.” He’d known that, but hadn’t consciously thought about it in a while.
“I…I could stop scening so regularly. I don’tneedto anymore, not like before. I know you started scening with me because it was a medical emergency, but you don’t have to anymore.”
Tyler stilled, his lungs squeezing. He struggled to breathe for a second. “You want to stop?”
“No. I…sorry. I’m not saying this properly. I’m trying to believe you when you say youwantthis. Want me. And I…I want you too. I’m not here because I have to be. I love you too.” Those last four words were barely a puff of air, but Tyler heard them loud and clear.
He wrapped Roman up tightly in his arms. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. A lot.”
Tyler kissed Roman’s forehead, his cheek, his eyelids. “Me too. So much.”
Roman let out a shaky breath.
There was nothing else to say, lying in the cover of night, in the little corner of the world they’d filled with warmth and each other.
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Tyler was relieved when their first scene after making it official between them went well. Roman knelt, and went down, and Tyler slotted into Domspace like he always did. He could admit, if only to himself, that he’d been nervous about how Roman would act—if he’d regress in his ability to say ‘no.’
But Roman had been amazing. “Can we wait a few minutes?” he’d whispered when they were about to scene, and they’d cuddled for a bit first, Tyler assuring him they didn’t have to do anything at all. Eventually, though, Roman had slid to his knees himself, resting his cheek against Tyler’s thigh and looking at him with big, blue eyes in a way that made Tyler’s stomach clench with affection and want.
It’d been good. It’d been perfect.
Tyler was still completely surprised one night when Roman asked, “Can we do something else in our scene tonight?”
Both of them had gotten into the habit of bringing up potentially awkward conversations while they were washing the dishes. They’d be caught in their little bubble of synchronicity, water running, filling any silence. There was something calming about talking about serious things while their hands were working—while Tyler wasn’t forcing Roman to meet his eyes.
“Yeah,” Tyler said. “Anything particular in mind?” It only took one glance to see Roman was bright red.
“Remember the first time you hand-fed me,” Roman mumbled.
Tyler felt his own face flush. He had a sudden inkling of where this was going. “Yeah.”
“Uhm. Can we…” There was a long silence in which Tyler didn’t know if to just say it himself when Roman blurted, “I want to blow you.”
They both stopped moving. Roman was blushing so hard he looked as though he were going to have a medical emergency. Tyler wasn’t doing much better. “We can do that,” Tyler choked out. “Let’s finish this and talk, okay?”
They’d both calmed down somewhat by the time they sat on the couch, although Roman still seemed incapable of meeting Tyler’s eyes.
“Okay. So. Blowjobs,” Tyler started because he was a full-grown man who had both sucked dick and had his own dick sucked, and he could absolutely have a conversation about this.
Roman bit his lip. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he said quietly as if that wasn’t the most devastating thing Tyler had ever heard.
“Yeah?”
