Page 48 of They Were Roommates

Diego knewwithout a shadow of a doubt that his boyfriend was up to something.

He wasn’t particularly concerned about it. In fact, he was rather excited. The last time Frankie had tried to hide something from Diego, he’d been making plans to launch their first ever drag brunch. Now, almost a year later, they were hosting drag brunches every Saturday and Sunday, which brought in more profit than the rest of the month combined. Whatever Frankie was planning, Diego was pretty sure Obie and Seth were in on it, and he suspected Sham Pain might be as well.

What Diego wasn’t excited about was the waiting. He’d done so much waiting in his life. Waiting to move out of his house, waiting for his hormone therapy to start working, waiting for his first and then second surgery, waiting for Frankie, waiting for this, that, and the other business investment… needless to say, he didn’t really want to wait anymore.

Finally, one random Wednesday evening Frankie was acting particularly squirrely. Diego decided to take more direct action. He took Frankie’s cock in hand and stroked him until he was ready.

“Oh fuck, D,” Frankie groaned, his entire body quivering underneath Diego, who was straddling Frankie’s naked hips, working himself slowly down onto Frankie.

“Oh god, you feel so good,mi amor,” Diego panted, hissing as he neared the widest part of Frankie, right at the base.

“I… love you so much… Diego…” Frankie moaned, throwing his head back against the couch and arching up into Diego.

“Je t’aime…te amo… Frankie!” Diego moaned as Frankie gripped his swollen cock. He stroked him with two fingers, alternating swiping his thumb and index finger over the head.

Sometimes Diego still marveled at how amazing sex could be. He’d had good sex with his two previous lovers as well, but it was nothing compared to this. The first night Diego had gone to his trans and nonbinary support group meeting, they’d had an open and honest conversation about how sex was different for their bodies versus for the bodies of cisgender people. Diego had gone home with thoughts spinning in his head, and when Frankie had panicked, thinking somehow Diego was going to leave him, he decided to just take the plunge. He'd asked Frankie to fuck him for the first time. Frankie had been insightful enough to know they should take things slow.

After a few more meetings, and some long conversations with Frankie, they’d been ready to try more than just fingering. Unfortunately, the first time they tried had been awkward and a bit painful, which in retrospect he figured was pretty typical for everyone’s first time. In the moment, however, Diego had become flustered and upset. Frankie had switched their positions and had slowly fucked himself on Diego’s bio dick.

Diego had really begun to like being with Frankie like this. He knew his dildos were probably more pleasurable for Frankie. Sometimes Frankie would beg Diego to pound him into the mattress, so Diego would pull out a fun-colored toy and his harness. Sometimes, though, they just wanted to be as close as they could be to each other. For a while that meant Diego fucking Frankie, but after a few more delicious fingering sessions, they tried again. Frankie took everything slow, fingering Diego open until he’d come twice just from Frankie playing with his prostate. Then Frankie went down on him, getting him wet, added some extra lube, and slowly slid inside him.

It hadn’t been life changing in the way that dating Frankie was… or opening up their café… or his mother’s death. Instead, it was a more subtle shift in Diego’s reality. This washisbody that his boyfriend was fucking. Diego might have additional parts that cis men weren’t born with, but they were stillhisparts – his parts his boyfriend seemed to love with his hands, his mouth, and now his wonderfully thick cock.

The next time wasn’t quite as overwhelming. Diego had still gotten a little misty eyed at how incredible it felt to have that part of Frankie inside of this part of him. Then, it had become a more natural part of their sex life. Frankie always treated the act with reverie, but he treated pretty much all sex with Diego like a gift.

Right now, as they sat pressed together on the couch, Frankie was looking up at Diego with the utmost love and respect, but also something new. Diego slowed the roll of his hips and Frankie groaned, kissing his way up Diego’s neck until he found his lips.

“I love you, D. Forever,” Frankie whispered into his mouth.

Diego’s heart stuttered and he threaded his fingers through Frankie’s silky locks. He pulled on his hair, just the way he liked it, and Frankie’s head lolled back, revealing the vulnerable expanse of his throat.

“Forever?” Diego murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his pulse point. Frankie let out a soft, affirmative noise. “Forever is a pretty long time, love.”

“I know,” Frankie whispered. “I’ve sort of put a lot of thought into it.”

Diego let out a startled grunt as Frankie slowly rolled his hips up into Diego.

“You… are not doing what I think you’re doing…” Diego murmured, rolling his hips back down to meet Frankie and working them back up to a steady rhythm.

“And what is it you think I’m doing,mon chéri?” Frankie asked innocently. Diego let out a low growl.

This. Little. Shit.

“Don’t youdarepropose to me while your cock is inside me.”

“I prefer to think of it as ‘while we’re making love,’” Frankie joked, but Diego didn’t think it was very funny. In fact, the way his heart was racing, and his stomach was roiling, he didn’t think he found it funny at all.

“Frankie… please… don’t—”

“Hey,” Frankie said, all teasing gone from his face and his voice. He reached up and cupped Diego’s face with both hands, pressing their foreheads together until they were eye to eye.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to upset you. I promise, I am not going to propose to you while we’re having sex.”

Diego bit his lip, surprised to find the tightness in his chest and belly hadn’t relieved at all. “Are you… going to propose?”

“Do you think maybe we could come first?” Frankie asked innocently. Diego studied his boyfriend’s eyes and found the barest hint of mischief had returned. For some reason, that steadied him, and allowed him to do a little teasing of his own.

“Oh, I don’t know, darling… I’m not sure I’m really feeling it anymore.” He shifted his hips, loving the way Frankie’s rock-hard cock moved inside him.

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