Page 79 of Love Language

But for himself he needed to know. Where he should have felt tender and adoring, instead he was just terrified.

Hopefully Greg wasn’t expecting him to say it back immediately.

He forced himself to breathe in, soaking in the familiar smell of Greg’s sweat and shampoo. Then, unable to help himself, he tangled himself in one more kiss, lipping and sucking at Greg’s sweet mouth. If this were their last kiss, he wanted to remember it.

He slowly pushed himself up, concentrating on keeping a calm smile on his face. He only realized when he was almost sitting up that they were still connected together, Greg still stuffed full of his cock.

He should pull out, he knew, but another thought occurred to him. He needed Greg to be honest. Unfiltered. Because if Greg lied now, even to please him, they would both be miserable later.

Instead, he took Greg’s limp dick in his hand, giving it a thorough squeeze. Greg swung his head back and squirmed, trying to get away from his hand. He wasn’t trying very hard, though.

Macro stroked him again, feeling it on his own body when Greg bucked up, further impaling himself on Marco’s cock, which was still hard inside him.

Greg’s eyes burned into him, glazed and desperate. Too much!

Marco gave him a knowing smirk, conveying wordlessly that he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t going to stop playing with his oversensitive toy without a safeword.

Greg trembled and squirmed but didn’t object.

Thank you for telling me, he started. He wasn’t sure how to have this conversation, but whatever information there was, he needed to get to the root of it.

It was clear that Greg had no idea what he was talking about, although it had probably been only two minutes since his startling disclosure.

Marco watched the awareness fill his eyes. His expression was fond at first, then worried. Marco took care of that by thumbing his tip, leaving him too overstimulated to think about either one.

Tell me why you love me, he commanded, one handed, while keeping the other hand at his task.

Greg opened his mouth, as if so overloaded that he’d forgotten to sign. Then, words came spilling out. Because you’re wonderful. And I like being with you. And… There was a long pause where Greg clearly couldn’t remember what he was saying. You’re handsome and pretty, and I don’t know why you even chose me.

Marco hadn’t gone into this fishing for compliments, but they were sweet all the same. He liked that Greg, in all his overwhelmed innocence, appreciated his unique gender blending. Unfortunately, it wasn’t what he needed to know.

What else?

Because you… Greg looked like he was remembering something happy now and Marco stilled his hand while he thought. Because you take care of me.

Marco resumed his stroking. Greg was still soft, his dick smooth with his own cum. He had to bite his lips against the stimulation and Marco couldn’t get enough of that look on his face.

And taking care of him? God, that was what he wanted to hear. What does that mean?

Greg looked confused. He’d probably already forgotten the chain of the conversation.

What does it mean that I take care of you?

Greg looked at him now as if Marco were confused. As if the question were unfathomable.

What do I do when I take care of you? he tried again.

You… everything. You give me everything.

Aw, fuck. That was… fuck. Marco wanted to throw his whole plan about talking out the window and just devour his boy. He wanted to give him everything. Wanted it with all his soul.

But he still had to know. And his boy was so beautiful writhing in his hands. So, what does that mean? What do you want in our relationship?

Greg’s answer was quick this time. Move in with me?

Marco was so astounded that he stopped stroking. This had to be a dream, some happy bubble of surreality that was only going to burst.

Greg looked chagrined. I got you a special keyring that I was going to give you on Valentine’s Day. He put on a little pout. But you made me ruin the surprise.