“Oh, really?” Wyatt said mischievously. He held himself in his hands as he walked over to the side of the bed, moving a hand over to Roman’s chest, rubbing the strong muscles. “I thought tonight was supposed to be chill.”
“It’s going to be everything but chill,” Roman said, growling as he grabbed Wyatt by the hips and pulled him onto the bed. Wyatt straddled Roman, their growing lengths rubbing together as they locked themselves in a kiss.
Tomorrow would undoubtedly bring change in one way or another, but all Roman cared about was tonight and the inevitable bliss that would come with it.
Chapter 27
Wyatt Hernandez
Wyatt was horny. The lusty kind of horny that blurred the edges of his vision and made the beating of his heart loud enough to be heard from next door. Thirsty. Hungry. Desperate for Roman, desperate to get his hands and body all over the hunk of muscle wearing a cocky grin.
Knowing how empty and boring his life had been during Roman’s absence only made moments like these burn hotter.
“Mhmm, you smell good.” Roman leaned in and took a deep whiff, burying his nose in Wyatt’s neck and coming back with a lick, his tongue sending a jolt of electricity down toward his already rock-hard cock.
“It’s whatever soap you’ve got in there. The eucalyptus one.”
“That’s shampoo.”
“Well, I’ve got hair on my body, don’t I?”
Roman laughed and kissed the spot of dark hair growing on Wyatt’s chest, licking there, too. Wyatt couldn’t help but grind down on Roman, their legs twining together as their twitching lengths rubbed, Wyatt feeling a trail of wet warmth tracing a line from his hip to his belly. He reached down and grabbed Roman in his hand, closing around the velvety-soft skin, groaning with how heavy and firm he felt.
“Lay down,” Roman said. “I want to use a toy on you.”
This got Wyatt’s engine revved to turbo, making him ready to burst. He ate up Roman’s muscular form as he got up from the bed and walked over to his closet, his ass bouncing with every step, walking into the closet empty-handed and coming out of it with a few interesting items.
“And here I was thinking you were going to bring out the Tonka trucks.”
Roman chuckled, the sound low and deep. “No, definitely not. I don’t think you want one of those up your ass.”
“This is true,” Wyatt said, feeling a complete sense of comfort with Roman, elevating this night in ways he hadn’t imagined. The room, full of modern furniture and abstract artwork, began to take on a dreamlike effect, like it had all been painted by some surrealist painter. The pinks and purples and blues from the bars, restaurants, and clubs on Ocean Drive twinkled up at them like tiny stars through the window.
This has to be a dream. Logic can’t explain this moment.
“Here, let’s try this one first.” Roman laid the toys down on the bed, holding on to the purple silicone anal beads. He opened his nightstand drawer and took out the lube, hypnotizing Wyatt with every step.
“Ever used anal beads before?” Roman asked as he got back onto the bed.
Wyatt shook his head, eyes moving from the toy to Roman’s leaking cock. “I’ve never used anything before. Just me and Mr. Hand… and a banana peel once. That just got really messy, though.”
Roman chuckled, setting the toy down and rubbing Wyatt’s legs, spreading them apart on the bed. “Beats out the time I cut a hole into a watermelon and almost got my dick stuck inside.”
“That happened to you?”
“Yes, yes it did. I had forgotten I could naturally make myself smaller, though. Thankfully, no one had to call the fire department to saw out my dick from a melon.” He ran his hands over Wyatt’s hard length, then back down, cupping both his balls and giving them a gentle massage before moving further, sliding between Wyatt’s cheeks.
“Nothing’s getting stuck tonight, right?” Wyatt asked playfully. He lifted himself off the bed and gave Roman some more access.
“Nothing that shouldn’t, no.”
Wyatt was about to ask what should but quickly lost track of his thoughts when Roman pressed the lubed-up end of the anal beads up against him. He relaxed into it as the first bead went in, his hole clenching around the toy.
“Fuck,” Roman let out with a breathy sigh. “How’s that feel?”
“Like I need more.”
Roman licked his lips, the smirk turning into an O as he watched three more progressively larger beads disappear inside of Wyatt. He reached down and grabbed Wyatt’s cock while he swirled the beads, causing Wyatt’s back to arch and his toes to curl. The beads were deep, pressing against parts of him that tightened his core and made his cock drip with a clear string of precome, pooling just underneath his belly button. Roman took it on his thumb and brought it up to his lips, eyes locked with Wyatt as he sucked on his own finger and drank him up.