I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The confession

As I lay on the couch, the soft glow of my lights casting a warm light over the room, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. My collection of horse decorations scattered around the apartment add to the comforting atmosphere, and I can't help but smile as I look at them. I glance over at Daya, who is sitting next to me, his tall frame taking up most of the couch. His gorgeous blue eyes are focused on the TV, but I can tell he's aware of my gaze. I take a deep breath, feeling the nerves bubbling up in my stomach.

It had been a few weeks since Daya and I started seeing each other more frequently and by more frequently I meant every other day. Our kisses have started to become more and more steamy, and I can feel the tension between us growing, I was starting to feel like I needed him. So deep down I know it's time to have the talk. I've been hesitant to bring it up, but I know I can't put it off any longer. I turn to face him, leaning in towards him. He looks at me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Hey, can we talk about something?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, his gaze never leaving mine. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

I take a deep breath, feeling the nerves taking over. "Well, I've been thinking...since we've been seeing each other more often, and when we kiss it's becoming more...intense, I think it's time we talk about us and about you know, sex."

Daya's expression softens, and he takes my hand in his. "I'm glad you brought it up. I've been wanting to talk to you about it too."

He takes a moment, gathering his thoughts before he softly begins to speak. "I usually top, but I want you to know that I'm open to doing whatever you're comfortable with. I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me."

I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I've been worried about bringing it up, but Daya's open and understanding attitude puts me at ease and makes it far easier to talk about. I think for a moment, considering my own comfort level.

"You topping is fine with me," I say, my voice steady. "I trust you, and I feel safe with you."

Daya smiles, his blue eyes shining with warmth. "That means a lot to me Bosco. I want you to know that I value your comfort and your boundaries, and I will always respect them, in fact I can promise you that."

We sit in silence for a moment, lost in our own thoughts. Then, Daya reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me closer to him. I cuddle up closer to him than I have before, my head resting in his lap. He wraps his arm around me, holding me close.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm a virgin," I said, the words spilling out in a rush. "I know how it all goes, I just haven't...you know, done it before."

Daya's expression softened, and he stroked his hand through my hair. "Hey, it's okay," he said. "We'll go at your pace. I'll be gentle, and you just let me know if you're not comfortable at any point, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thank you," I whispered.

Daya's arm was warm and strong wrapped around my body, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and security with him by my side. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found someone who was so understanding and patient with me.

"There's something I want to tell you too," Daya said, his voice hesitant.

I looked up at him, curious. "What is it?"

"I've only been with one guy before,"he said, his eyes not meeting mine. "And it wasn't a great experience. It kind of put me off the whole thing for a while."

My heart went out to him. I couldn't imagine how difficult that must have been for him. "I'm sorry," I said, squeezing his hand.

"But I want to try again," he continued. "With you. I want us to learn how to do it properly together, at our own pace."

My heart swelled with love for him in that moment and I felt so sad that someone had made it not a good experience for him.

"I would like that," I said, smiling up at him.

Daya smiled back, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Me too," he said.

As we cuddled up together on the couch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and excitement for what the future held for us.

"Ready for bed?" Daya asked, his voice a low rumble that made my stomach flutter.

I nodded, my heart doing a little dance in my chest. We both moved towards my bedroom, the plush carpet muffling our footsteps.

As we settled into my bed, the weight of his body beside me sent a shock wave through me. The warmth of his arm around me, the scent of him, all of it sent shivers down my spine.

We began with soft kisses, hesitant at first, then growing bolder. I traced the curve of his jawline with my fingers, the feel of his skin sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He deepened the kiss, his hand finding its way to my waist, pulling me closer.

-Light smut-

Gently, I began to explore his body. My hand wandered down his chest, his lean muscles rippling beneath my touch. I followed the curve of his stomach, the heat rising in my body with every inch I covered. My hand skimmed down, reaching the waistband of his boxers.

He shuddered, a nervous tremor passing through him. I pulled back, instantly concerned. "Is this okay?" I whispered, my eyes searching his.

He nodded, a slight frown creasing his forehead. His blue eyes held a vulnerability that made my heart ache. Hesitantly, I continued, my hand slipping inside his boxers.

He flinched, a low groan escaping his lips. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion.

Something in his tone, the way his shoulders tightened, told me there was a story behind this flinch, a story of past hurt. It made me want to be gentle, to be patient with him.

I took my time, my touch soft and reassuring. I saw his muscles relax as I continued, the tension in his body easing with every gentle stroke as I held his length. I felt a surge of tenderness, a need to ease his pain, to show him that touch could be a source of comfort, not fear.

As I moved my hand, a low moan escaped him. His eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting back against the pillow. I kept it slow, and I didn't take his boxers off. His vulnerability and nerves making me not want to overstep. I hadn't seen him with my eyes, but I could feel him, and it was very impressive.

He breathed heavily, his body tightening, his eyes fluttering open, a desperate, pleading look in them. He grasped my hand tightly, his fingers starting to get twisted in my hair.

He was close. I kept my pace, my touch a soothing caress, guiding him to that peak.

He shuddered, a deep breath escaping his lips as he climaxed into his underwear. His hold loosened, his hand dropping to the bed. He lay still, his chest rising and falling with a ragged breath.

I held him, stroking his face, letting him come down from the high from the safety of my chest. He finally opened his eyes, meeting mine with a look of pure gratitude, a vulnerability that made my heart ache.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're welcome," I whispered, feeling a connection with him that went deeper than just physical desire.

We hadn't gone all the way, but it was the first step. A step which had told me there was alot more to Daya's confession of a bad experience that we'd need to discuss before we went any further.

As we drifted off to sleep, the fairy lights casting their gentle glow on us, I felt content. Daya was curled up beside me, fast asleep with his head on my chest, his perfect body twitching as he dreamed. "I love you" I whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear me.