Page 87 of A Soft Touch

Ezra scrambled into position, head turned so he could watch Roman slick his cock. Ezra’s singular attention was intoxicating and certainly good for his ego as he preened a little for his benefit. Then, with a deep and satisfying sense of propriety, Roman mounted his lover, his husband, his sweet little cream pie, relishing the press of Ezra’s warm ass cheeks against his groin and the marks he’d left as proof of his claim. Ezra whimpered and mewled as Roman slowly conquered him, inch by devastating inch.

“Is that raw enough for you, babe?” Roman asked because Ezra sometimes lost his vocabulary for the ways in which Roman stretched him to his limit.

“Mmmm, hmmm,” Ezra sighed, already undulating beneath him so that he might fuck himself on Roman’s cock. Roman had never had a lover who was so greedy for his dick and so unashamed to show it. He laced his big fingers with Ezra’s more slender ones and spread his arms wide while trapping him with his knees below. Once Ezra was entirely immobilized, Roman proceeded to work his husband’s tight ass over, slowly at first but building in tempo until he was tapping Ezra’s prostate with practiced precision. Ezra shouted a number of things, both filthy and intellectual, ranging from “fuck me harder, daddy” to “there is no center of the universe.” Roman had grown accustomed to his somewhat random outbursts during sex, and so long as Ezra was enjoying it, didn’t question their meaning too deeply. In the living room, Nugget howled along with Ezra’s escalating, desperate cries. Roman regarded it as some kind of animalistic alpha encouragement to fuck his mate into oblivion.

“Damn, baby, you got me too excited. I think I’m going to come,” Roman growled in his ear. The spanking had worked him up more than he’d realized.

“Me too,” Ezra said and through a feat of sheer will, clutched Roman’s cock so tightly that he gasped from the intense pressure as Ezra shuddered out his orgasm.

“Yeah, baby, squeeze me,” Roman said as his own climax unfurled like a beautiful rippling fan of pleasure. It pulsed and stretched to his farthest extremities, enveloping him in a warm haze of bliss as his balls were drained dry by Ezra’s tight, crimping ass. Even after his orgasm peaked, the soft tugs of Ezra’s flesh continued to milk him, until he grew soft and slipped out in the pool of his own spend.

“You’re so damn sweet,” Roman said and licked the sweat droplets that had collected along Ezra’s spine. He couldn’t get enough of his husband’s unique flavor. “I liked that a lot.” Roman rolled off his spent lover and placed two fingers at the place where they were only just joined. He played with Ezra’s swollen, stretched hole, spreading his seed all around the rim and pushing it back inside while his muscle tightened up. Ezra was his plaything, and he liked to be reminded of it through these subtle displays of dominance. Roman also liked to check and make sure he hadn’t been too rough.

“I liked it too,” Ezra said at last, as if waking from a dream. “You did a good job punishing me. I’m going to add spanking to our master list.”

“You want me to get you some medicine for your butt cheeks? I think I might have left some bruises.” Roman sort of hoped that he had. He didn’t want Ezra to suffer too much, but he looked forward to watching the evidence of their passions play out on his lover’s fair skin.

“Not yet. I like the burn. Makes me feel usedandowned.”

“You are my little cream pie,” Roman assured him with gentle affection.

Ezra angled his body so they were facing each other. “You’re a good dog daddy,” he said. “Stern but kind.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re a good dog daddy too.” Ezra spoiled Nugget, but he was also very attentive to the animal’s needs. He supposed they had a good sort of balance going.

“You’re a sexy daddy too.”

“Because I’m so much older,” Roman teased.

“Not that much older. I was only playing. Do you mind me calling you that?”

“Not at all. You can call me daddy whenever you want.”

“I never had a dad growing up,” Ezra said with a note of contemplation, but not too much sadness, “so it doesn’t feel strange to call you that now. I kind of like it. And you take care of me the way a daddy might.”

“In many ways,” Roman agreed. Even with Ezra making a substantial salary at his new job, Roman liked thinking of himself as a provider, and not just with money but with emotional support, structure, and care. “And you are a sweet and obedient boy.”

“A good boy?” Ezra asked, seeking that confirmation.

“The best boy,” Roman said and chucked his chin.

“And I love your big daddy cock,” Ezra said, already moving on to another of his favorite subjects. He licked his lips like he was hungry for more. Ezra would probably nurse himself to sleep on Roman’s dick if he didn’t pass out from exhaustion first. Ezra’s devotion was practically religious in its fervor.

“My cock loves you too, babe. You give it such good loving.” Ezra gave him a dopey smile, then kissed Roman with a sudden passion, moaning into his mouth like he wanted more. “You going for a hat trick, babe?”

“What’s a hat trick?” Ezra asked.

“It’s when one player gets three goals, like in hockey or soccer. Or in basketball, if a player scores three times in a row, they call it a hat trick. I was asking if you have another orgasm left in you that you need daddy to squeeze out of that pretty pink pecker.”

Ezra considered it, then gave a long sigh. “Maybe in the morning. I’m pooped. Would that still count as a hat trick?”

Roman smiled. “Sure, babe.”

Ezra rolled onto his other side and scooted backward so that Roman could spoon him properly. “Mmmm, I love you, my husband.”

“I love you too, Ezra Reynolds-Powell,” Roman said with the taste of him still on his lips and the scent of his skin in his nostrils. He grabbed Ezra’s hand and kissed his ring finger where he hoped the gold band might remain, beloved and cherished for many, many years to come. Ezra curled his fingers tighter around Roman’s and draped his arms around his chest like a tight sweater vest.

“I’m so glad you asked me to marry you,” Ezra said with a sleepy yawn while Roman’s mind drifted to a time before they’d ever met, when Jay had insisted Ezra wasthe one. How long ago that seemed, how foolish Roman had been to ever doubt his best friend.

“I’m so glad you did.”

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