Page 81 of Love Language

Will you miss it?

Greg’s eyes fluttered. I… you’re very good at it. He gave a loopy smile. But I won’t miss it. I just need you.

That was all that Marco needed to hear.

Can you come right now?

Greg nodded.

Marco gave in to everything that he’d been waiting for. He kissed Greg deeply, stroking him, thrusting into him as he chased his own orgasm. Greg was writhing under him, arms squeezing him and nails raking into his back. He hoped that he’d be able to see the scratches tomorrow.

Greg was so hungry, so needy, so willing to be forced into a second orgasm through that uncomfortable, devastating overstimulation.

Marco devoured him with his mouth, leaving bite marks along his collar bones, licking at his ears, and then fucking his mouth with his tongue.

“Come,” he voiced, his hands too full of his darling, aching boy.

Greg crested moments later, shuddering and trying again to squirm away while also pulling Marco closer.

Marco thrust his cum-soaked hand into his own boxers, rubbing himself to completion with Greg’s semen. He loved the dirtiness of it, the connection. Greg was his.

When he finally collapsed onto Greg’s chest, he didn’t think he’d ever move again. He tried to support himself with one arm, but Greg just squeezed him closer until he gave up. Presumably, when Greg wanted to breathe, he would let him know.

Greg’s hands gently traced his back, a soothing movement that hadn’t happened between them before. He let himself relax into it.

They breathed together, bodies pressed close, hearts thumping in rhythm and then gradually slowing.

At last, they disentangled themselves, Greg wincing when he pulled out.

You claim that you’re not a sadist, he commented wryly, but your actions suggest otherwise.

Marco smirked. I think good Daddies need to have a little bit of a sadistic streak, don’t you?

Marco thought that Greg would laugh at that, but instead he froze up.

Tell me, Marco demanded. You’re mine now. No secrets.

Greg still looked hesitant.

I don’t think you want to earn your first spanking right now.

Greg lit up, but then looked away. Dammit.

I don’t want… It doesn’t feel right to call you Daddy.

Ouch. That hurt more than he was expecting. But, OK, that’s why they were talking. Tell me more about that, he prompted, trying to hide his reactions.

I just… I know that some people still use that word when the Daddy is younger and the boy is older but… it just doesn’t feel right to me. Like, I’m not a kid. I already have my life figured out in a lot of ways and… It’s not about you. It’s more about… I don’t know if a Daddy is what I need. Is that… is that OK?

Marco sighed. He’d been too hasty before in thinking that everything was alright. And now he owed Greg the same honesty that he’d demanded.

I have to be honest and say that hurts me. Being a Daddy is a big part of my identity and how I think about what we do together.

Greg’s face fell. I didn’t want to hurt you. I can call you that if it’s that important to you. It’s just a word.

But the thing was, it wasn’t just a word. I don’t think of it that way. I think of it as… a relationship. An agreement. A way of being together.

Greg looked anguished now. We can’t still have all of that with a different word?