Page 58 of Love Language

You. Closer. Please.

Greg looked anguished. And Marco felt trapped. He’d never actually gotten around to being naked in front of Greg.

It wasn’t that he was totally opposed to it. Some part of him even wanted it. He liked the idea of Greg going down on him, as long as Greg was actually interested.

But he’d always been waiting until their relationship was a bit more established, for some unknown point of certainty that never materialized. It was always so easy to dive into a scene without dealing with all that awkwardness.

As a Dom, he often took his pleasure in seeing his sub’s pleasure, and he could get off in a number of ways without ever removing his packer and two layers of underwear.

He also didn’t want to push Greg.

No, that was bullshit. He was just scared.

And, he realized with growing dismay, holding a lot of himself back. After asking Greg to open himself to him completely, he’d been sitting on the sidelines when it came to addressing his own demons.

He knew he could probably find some other way to calm Greg down. He was a Dom with years of experience, after all, and this wasn’t the only way to have a connection and let Greg’s mind go blank.

But now that he’d realized what he was doing, he wanted to sacrifice a bit of himself for Greg. Show that he could be there for him in whatever way he needed. Make a show of trust for all the trust that Greg had given him in turn.

He pulled down both layers of underwear together, taking the packer with them, and then pushed everything off his lower legs with his feet. He felt naked in more ways than just physically.

Greg nuzzled against his knee, then his thigh, and then he was right there. Marco gripped his head, directing him. Some parts of his body were not available, to anyone at any time, and he could only hope that Greg would follow his lead and not try to go where he hadn’t been given permission.

He felt Greg’s lips on his smaller, biological penis. He licked carefully along it once, while Marco sat in anxious tension.

And then his lips closed gently around it. Not licking, not sucking. Just holding it. In his mouth.

Marco ran shaky fingers through Greg’s hair, watching him slowly relax.

Great fuck, that felt amazing.

The last time anyone had touched him there, he’d been uncomfortable for an entirely different reason, distancing himself from the body he felt trapped in. But it was already well-established that Greg saw him as all man.

He was still feeling a bit vulnerable, and it was going to take him awhile to process this physically and emotionally. The fact that it was happening while Greg was dealing with his own grief and past trauma didn’t help.

But this was… God, it was good. His boy, on his knees, with his hard cock in his mouth. And it was so gratifying, being able to give Greg what he needed like this.

Greg’s shoulders were down, his eyes gently closed. Traces of sorrow tugged at the wrinkles around his eyes, but what Marco could see of the rest of his face was serene.

Was this what “closer” meant?

Marco had thought that Greg couldn’t settle because he was lacking some physical requirement, something to do with the sensory experience of having a hard cock filling his mouth.

But apparently, he meant that the silicon felt like a barrier between them. Which in a way it was, as much as it felt like an extension of Marco’s body at other times.

Greg sought him out for comfort, and he was providing it. More importantly, he was providing it despite the body that he had.

No, that wasn’t quite right. Greg wanted to be close, and maybe his body just didn’t make a difference.

Or maybe… Greg just wanted to be closer.

He wanted to please his Dom by serving him, but he needed to be skin-to-skin, knowing that Marco could feel him.

Marco’s discomfort started to fade as he gave way to the wonder of what they were doing. He stroked Greg’s hair, rested soft hands on his shoulders.

It was, as Greg had said, close like this, both of them honest and vulnerable together.

And, good God, was it arousing.