Late Night Love

Explicit


It’s around 11:30 pm and Dave is cuddling in bed with John, unable to sleep. He shifts his arm slightly causing the sleeping boy to stir.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” Dave murmurs, stoking John’s hair. He places a gentle kiss beside his ear. His face is so peaceful, beautiful, Dave muses as he kisses John’s cheek. He can’t help but kiss him again and again, making sure to be gentle in order to prevent his waking. When he grazes his lips, John makes a small sound, Dave can’t quite make it out. He thinks maybe he’s having a bad dream so he continues to stroke his hair, soothing him.

John rolls over a slight whine escaping his lips as he breathes Dave’s name. Dave perks up, immediately recognizing the sound. His hand wanders south and strokes John’s inner thigh, testing him; another whine leaves his throat, sounding a little more desperate.

“Oh my…” Dave purrs enthusiastically, moving his hand farther up John’s leg, “So needy.”

The sleeping boy turns over on his back, moaning softly. Dave’s hand reaches John’s crotch.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, beginning to rub his clit as John's legs tremble. Dave can't help but love this man; the soft noises he makes as he's kissing his neck make Dave's heart flutter. He slips a hand into John's boxers and he moans, shuddering at the direct contact. Dave kisses his jaw and begins rubbing along his slit, teasing him as the boy melts under his touch.

"You're so precious to me..." he mumbles, gently rubbing his lover's area in small circles, knowing just how to please him.

“Dave…” John slurs, only half asleep, “Feels good…”

“It’s okay, darlin’ , I’ve got you,” Dave whispers, carefully sliding a finger into John’s entrance and kisses him as he’s caressed from the inside, "I'm gonna take care of you."

“You’re so cute for me. I love you, John,” Dave coos, slowly moving his finger in and out. John hooks an arm around Dave’s neck to steady himself as he rocks his hips into the touch. Dave slides another finger in, causing his lover to gasp.

“Is that good?” he asks. John thinks he sounds like an angel.

“More…” he breathes. Dave obeys, slipping a third finger in. John pants, tears forming in his eyes. He feels warmth pooling in his stomach as he begged Dave to move his fingers. He feels as though he's being stretched open as Dave just barely parts his fingers inside; he wiggles them around, slowly moving in and out. John whimpers and moans at the sensation, squeezing Dave's free hand.

"Look at you... " Dave whispers, picking up the pace, "So wet, just for me." He kisses John's ear. "So beautiful, I love you."

When he stops praising him, John's moans are all Dave can hear along with the wet sound of his fingers thrusting into his lover's hole; it's intoxicating. John's voice grows louder as he grinds his hips into Dave's digits.

"Ngh! Dave!," he cries and squeezes Dave's hand even harder as a fourth finger is inserted. Dave slows his movements to a grueling pace, leaning down to kiss John's lips.

"Yer beautiful like this, angel," Dave drawls, John moaning and trembling under him; he's on the verge of tears. He needs release. He needs Dave, all of him.

"Dave... please, I need you," he writhes, looking into his partner's eyes as a tear rolls down his cheek. Dave wipes it away, kissing under his eye.

"You want me inside?"

John nods feverishly, reaching for Dave's face. He gently grabs onto him, pulling him in for a kiss.

Dave takes off his boxers revealing just how hard he really is. He climbs between John's legs, aligning their hips. He looks up at his lover, looking for any sign of distress. John nods at him impatiently. He teases John's entrance and dips down, kissing him deeply. Slowly, he pushes all the way inside; John moans, grasping at the bedsheets, as he's filled up. Dave waits to move, making sure his boyfriend is comfortable.

"Hurry up n' move already," John whines desperately, bucking his hips to fuck himself. Dave sets a hand on his chest,

"shhh, take a deep breath," he breathes as he's pulling out about an inch. John grits his teeth when Dave pushes back in, harder than before, and pulls out again. "I love you, John. You're doing so well."

"Faster, please... I-I need it"

Dave obeys, thrusting himself hard into John, pulling out and ramming back in. The room is filled with wet slapping sounds and loud moaning. John's hole is throbbing as he screams, tears streaming down his face from pleasure. Dave kisses him again, swallowing up the cute little sounds John makes as he's fucked. He can feel himself getting close;

"I'm almos' there," Dave rasps, moving faster.

"inside! Please," John begs, "I'm gonna come!"

Dave's hips stutter as his seed spills inside, his lover groaning and shuddering under him. John's cunt quivers as the sticky liquid starts dripping out. Dave pulls out slowly and John whines at the loss; he still hasn't come. Dave slips in three fingers and begins finger-fucking him.

Placing a gentle kiss on John's lips, he whispers, "You're so beautiful, so good for me." John moans softly at the words.

"I love you, Dave," he breathes. As he reaches his climax, John rocks his hips on his partner's fingers.

He lies on the bed, panting; Dave plops down beside him as he yawns.

John looks over and breathlessly asks, "Tired?"

"A bit," Dave sighs, "But we still gotta get you cleaned up." He lifts his lover from the bed and carries him to the bathroom.