Dare To Love

Chapter 7

As they leave the bar, the air is charged with anticipation. Tonight has been full of unexpected turns, and Decker can't wait to see where the night will take them. They hail a cab and head to Decker's place, both eager to continue their evening together. Every touch, every glance, is filled with promise and desire.

When they arrive, Decker unlocks the door and leads Oliver inside. The air is thick with tension. They barely make it through the door before their lips are locked again, hands exploring, hearts racing. This night is far from over, and Decker intends to savor every moment of it.

Inside, the atmosphere turns electric. Decker pushes Oliver against the wall, his hands running through Oliver's hair as their kisses grow more urgent. Oliver responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming freely, pulling Decker closer.

"God, you drive me crazy," Oliver whispers against Decker's lips, his breath hot and intoxicating.

"Good," Decker replies, his voice breathless. "That's exactly my intention."

They move to the living room, clothes becoming a distant memory. The night is a blur of passion, laughter, and whispered confessions. Every touch, every kiss, is a sensory overload, a feast for the senses. Decker's hands explore the contours of Oliver's body, memorizing every curve and plane, while Oliver's fingers trace intricate patterns across Decker's skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

By the time they finally collapse into each other's arms, spent and satisfied, the first light of dawn is starting to peek through the curtains. They lie there, tangled in each other's embrace, their breaths mingling as they bask in the afterglow of their passion.

"Well, that was... incredible," Oliver says, a lazy smile spreading across his face, his eyes still glinting with the remnants of their heated encounter.

"Yes, it was," Decker agrees, feeling a warmth spread through him that has nothing to do with the physical exertion. "And now, about that late dinner?"

"Sure, but only if you promise to make it worth my while," Oliver teases, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, I will," Decker replies, leaning in for one last kiss, savoring the taste of him. This night has been one for the books, and Decker can't wait to see where this unexpected connection will lead.

As they finally settle down to eat, the conversation flows easily, full of shared stories and future plans. They laugh and talk as if they've known each other for years, the connection between them growing stronger with every word. By the time they part ways, Decker knows this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.

And as Decker watches Oliver walk away, he can't help but smile, knowing that this is a night he'll never forget. The memory of their passionate encounter lingers in his mind, a tantalizing promise of more to come. The anticipation of their next meeting sends a thrill through him, leaving him excited for the future and eager to see where their journey will take them.

We reach my house and we both start stripping our clothes off.

"I guess tonight you had a good show?" I tell Decker as he kisses down my body after pushing me on the bed

"Yes but I also missed you and seeing you got me excited I mean can you blame me? Look at you!" he says and tugs off my pants and boxers in quick swift and I don't even time to answer because he takes me inside his mouth and I'm gone Decker starts boping his head up and down my length.

"Fuck Decker" I said and bit my lips and he looked directly into my eyes and winked and I could feel the sweat dripping on my forehead and that excites Decker more and he goes faster which sent me over the edge. Once Decker sucks the tip of my cock his tongue I release everything into his his mouth. Decker smiles and comes back up and kisses me but the only thing I want right now is to be fucked so I reach for a condom and hand it to him. We both don't break eye contact until I finally see him get out of boxers and put the condom on down his length and I lick my lips in anticipation