Page 84 of Oh, Sacred Dark
Tyler’s heart pounded, heat racing through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”
Roman nodded, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. Tyler had to just sit there a moment so he wouldn’t come at the sight.
Carefully, Tyler held Roman’s head still as he fed him his cock. Roman took it beautifully, sighing through his nose, shoulders slumping slightly as he relaxed.
Tyler fucked his mouth just like that. He could feel dynamic space descending upon them, insulating them from the rest of the world.
Tyler didn’t thrust too far—he was relatively big, giving Roman a third of his cock and jerking the rest. He watched the sight of his dick disappearing into Roman and tried to contain himself.
Everything about it was perfect. Roman looked so…calm. In a zone of their own making.
“Can I come in your mouth, baby?” Tyler asked, not wanting to pull Roman out of subspace by giving him too many options.
Roman nodded, moaning, tightening his lips further, tongue stroking the underside of Tyler’s dick. It took half a dozen more thrusts, and then the light that had been gathering in the pit of Tyler’s stomach burst.
The orgasm took over him completely. He couldn’t see or hear or taste. There was just pleasure—pleasure and Roman.
He blinked his eyes open, breath catching as he saw his come dripping from Roman’s lips where he hadn’t swallowed it all.
“Fuck, come up here. Shit, you’re perfect, Ro, baby,” Tyler gushed.
He made short work of Roman’s clothes, laying him on his back and draping over him, kissing into his mouth, salty and bitter with Tyler’s come.
Roman groaned and arched as Tyler gripped his dripping cock, jerking him slowly, keeping him right on the edge.
“Please,” Roman begged. “Please, please.”
“You’re so good, baby. Look at you. I can’t believe I get to keep you. That you want to keep me.”
Roman whined, writhing, arms coming around Tyler. He was completely lost in it, eyelashes wet with tears as Tyler kept stroking him, and stroking him, never fast enough to get him off.
Tyler kept Roman like that for a while—right at the edge, straining for it. “You want to come, baby?”
“Please, please,” Roman gasped.
“Okay. You can let go.”
Tyler jerked him hard and fast, hand slick with precome, and it only took a few seconds for Roman’s body to go taut, a hoarse cry ringing out as he spilt between them.
Tyler kissed him deep, feeling how Roman went pliant inch by inch. By the end, he was a puddle on the couch, practically dripping off it.
The upholstery would be a mess—Tyler had no idea why he hadn’t thought of doing this on a bed—but he didn’t care. He gathered Roman up and cradled him close, floating in the aftermath together.
It was a long while until Roman surfaced, sticky and disoriented. “Tyler?”
Tyler leant away enough to catch Roman’s gaze. “Hey, baby. How’re you feeling?”
Roman seemed to consider this, stretching his muscles. A dopey smile took over his face. “Good. Wow. That was…”
“You liked it?” Tyler teased—he was pretty sure of the answer.
Roman snorted. “Yeah. I liked it. You, uhm…you too?”
“Yeah, Ro. It was perfect,” Tyler replied truthfully.
“Okay,” Roman said, and the way he didn’t question it warmed Tyler’s heart. “I’m covered in…”
“Yeah.” Tyler laughed. “That’ll happen. Wanna shower?”
