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“Like what you see?” Roman asked.
Wyatt’s cock twitched, leaking more precome. It dripped off him, a long, clear string of his excitement falling to the bed. “I don’t think I’ve liked anything more.”
“Good. Now, tie me up.”
Wyatt got to work, not wanting to waste another second. He took out the thick rope, the heavy coils soft as silk in his hands, and started with Roman’s feet. He lifted one, wrapping the rope around Roman’s ankle. With Roman’s foot so close to his face, Wyatt’s temptation got the best of him. He leaned in and sucked on Roman’s toe, swirling his tongue, pulling a chest-deep moan from the man. He kissed the sole of his foot, giving him a squeeze before setting it back down and tying the other end of the rope to the bed.
“That too tight?” Wyatt asked, grabbing another rope.
“Not at all.”
Wyatt repeated the process with the other foot, giving it the same amount of attention. Roman writhed on the bed, already testing out the knots on his other foot, the rope holding.
Next, Wyatt worked on Roman’s hands, which he held up to the sides of his head. As Wyatt worked to tie Roman’s left hand, Roman leaned over and took Wyatt into his mouth, nearly making his knees buckle. Wyatt pushed himself a little deeper into Roman’s mouth as he finished tying the knot.
“There, how’s that feel?” Wyatt asked, stepping back. Roman gave an experimental tug of his wrist, finding it difficult to move.
“It feels great. It’d feel even better with your lips around my cock.”
Wyatt climbed onto the bed, licking his way down Roman’s firm chest. He gave Roman a view by arching his back, his entire ass on display as he leaned in and took Roman’s stiff length into his mouth. He saw Roman’s toes curl as he sucked on him like a lollipop, making him dripping wet, so wet that saliva slid down Roman’s tightening balls. Wyatt scooped some of it up and brought it back, using it to stroke Roman with both hands. The wet, squelching sound of saliva and skin filled the room, mixing with the grunts coming from behind Wyatt.
Wyatt continued to alternate between jerking Roman off and blowing him, stopping whenever Roman would warn him that he was getting close. He let go, watching Roman’s needy cock twitch in the air, precome spilling from the tip. When enough time had passed, Wyatt would start again, slow and firm, before increasing his pace, running Roman right up to the very edge before pulling it all back.
The more time that passed, the more vocal Roman became, his arms and legs pushing and pulling against the ropes as the pleasure consumed him.
Wyatt needed to relieve some of his own building pressure. He took Roman in his mouth and started to grind on him with his cock, rubbing himself on Roman’s abs while he swallowed the salty precome, pushing Roman all the way to the back of his throat.
“Ah fuck, that’s it, baby. Rub that hard dick against me. Fuck yeah, swallow me whole. Ohhh fuck, Wyatt. Stop, stop, stop.”
Wyatt nearly ignored Roman’s request, the blaze of ecstasy creating an opaque curtain around his judgment. He almost kept going, wanting Roman to spill his seed, needing to have him blow down his throat.
But Wyatt stopped. He sat up, turning around, straddling Roman’s stomach and looking down at the flushed man. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his emerald-green eyes clouded over with lust. Wyatt went in for a kiss, a hand on Roman’s cheek as their lips met, their bodies pressing together.
“Fuck, I love this. I love you, Salt. More than anything or anyone on this earth. You’re my everything.”
Wyatt let the words sink in. He wanted them tattooed across his heart, visible only to him, sealing this moment permanently between his rib cage. Nothing compared. No emotion matched the swell of happiness that flooded through him, cresting over the pulse-pounding need to have Roman inside of him. He pushed back on Roman’s hard cock, feeling the head press against his tight hole. He leaned down, lips against Roman’s again.
“I love you. I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.” Wyatt stole himself another kiss, reaching behind and holding Roman in his hand, pressing him even harder against his hole. Wyatt’s body cried out to be fucked. It was an urgent need to be filled, stretched open by the man he’d do anything for. He wanted to be as close to Roman as possible. Wanted them to become one, over and over and over again.
Wyatt spit in his hand, bringing it back to Roman’s cock and spreading it up and down, keeping his eyes on Roman’s, watching as the lids grew heavy and the pupils began to roll backward. He lined Roman back up with his entrance, sitting back, applying more pressure. With how hungry Wyatt’s body was to get fucked, it didn’t take much for him to open and for Roman to slip in.
