I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The cafe

As the morning light gently filtered through the gaps in the curtains, I stirred from my slumber to find myself nestled in Daya's warm embrace. The soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing against the crook of my neck sent a shiver down my spine. I smiled contentedly and snuggled closer into his side, savoring the moment's tranquility.

Just as I was about to drift back into the depths of slumber, I felt Daya begin to stir beside me. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and their blue hue sparkled with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat.

"Good morning," he murmured hoarsely, his tired voice sending tingles down my spine. "Sleep well?"

"I slept like a baby," I replied, stretching out. "Your arms are the best."

Daya chuckled and pulled me closer. "I'm glad. I don't want to let you go."

I giggled and kissed him softly on the lips. "You don't have to. Not yet."

A moment of silence passed as we gazed into each other's eyes, lost in our own little world. Then, Daya broke the spell.

"I have an idea," he said excitedly. "Let's skip breakfast and go get some lunch at that cute little cafe around the corner. I hear they have the best coffee in town!"

I couldn't resist his enthusiasm, the way his eyes glistened when he was excited about something made my heart flutter. "I love that idea," I said, hopping out of bed. "I'm starving."

I still went to the bathroom to get changed, not wanting to overstep or make Daya uncomfortable, when I came back to the room he was stood in just his boxers, "shit sorry" I say softly turning around. "It's okay, I don't mind" he said, his voice barely a whisper. So I entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I couldn't help but admire Daya's tall, athletic build. He was utterly gorgeous, with his sun-kissed skin, piercing blue eyes, and charming smile. "you ready?" He grinned looking at me, "you look beautiful."

"Thank you" I smiled, trying to not blush.

We strolled hand-in-hand out of the apartment and made our way to the cafe. The atmosphere was lively and inviting, with the soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. We were greeted with a friendly smile and shown to a cozy table by the window.

As we sipped on our delicious lattes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. I loved spending time with Daya. He made me laugh, he made me feel special, and he always knew how to have a good time.

"You know, you're really fun to be around," I said, watching him grin. "I've never met anyone who can make me laugh so much."

"Well, I'm glad I can bring you joy," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "I enjoy your company just as much."

We spent the rest of the afternoon people-watching, tasting a variety of sandwiches and cakes, sharing stories, and laughing until our sides hurt. Time seemed to fly by, and before we knew it, it was time to head back to Daya's place.

As we walked hand-in-hand towards Daya's apartment, I couldn't resist teasing him. "You know, I think I'm stronger than you," I said with a mischievous smile. "I bet I could beat you in an arm wrestle."

Daya laughed and shook his head. "Oh, come on, babe. You're just trying to get a rise out of me."

"No, I'm serious," I insisted. "I'm stronger than I look." Trying my best to ignore the fact Daya has just called me babe so casually.

Once we reached his apartment, Daya grinned at me. "So, what do you think to a little arm wrestle?"

I chuckled. "You're on."

We faced each other, our arms locked together. I gritted my teeth and strained against him, but he was too strong.

"Come on, Bosco!" he teased. "You can do better than that."

I smirked and cheated, using my other arm and body weight to pin his arm to the table.

"Ha!" I exclaimed triumphantly. "I win!"

Daya groaned in mock frustration. "That's not fair!"

"Oh, but it is," I said grinning.

We laughed and started to play fight, Daya playfully putting me in a headlock and tickling me. In a tangle of limbs, I ended up sitting on his lap, facing him.

His breathing became ragged as our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat of his arousal and something else. Suddenly, I realized something was wrong.

"Daya?" I asked softly. "Are you okay?"

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said forcing a smile.

But his blue eyes held a hint of sadness that I couldn't ignore.

"Can we talk about it?" I asked gently. "I know you've had a bad expirience, I want to know just so I don't do anything to scare you."

Daya sighed and looked down at his feet. "It happened when I was in college," he admitted. "A guy I was seeing used to force me to do things I didn't want to do and he would film it. It was...it was really traumatic."

I reached out and took his hand. "I'm so sorry," I said, my heart breaking for him. "I would never do anything to hurt you, I promise you."

Daya shook his head. "I know," he said. "I trust you."

He looked up at me, and his eyes met mine. "I want to be with you, Bosco," he said. "I want to do this with you but I'll need to go slowly."

I smiled gently. "I understand," I said. "I'll be patient."

We sat there in silence for a moment, holding each other close. I could feel Daya's hips twitching slightly beneath me, and I knew he was just as aroused as I was, but his fear was holding him back.

"Can we...can we maybe try?" he whispered.

I nodded. "Yes, I'd like that."

We kissed softly, our tongues dancing together. I could feel his desire building, and I met him with equal passion.

As the kiss deepened, I could feel Daya's body shaking with pleasure. He pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my curves. I moaned softly into his mouth, surrendering to the moment. I'd never been touched like this before, and it felt so good.

Daya pulled his lips away from mine, "I love you Bosco," he muttered quietly, his eyes staring into my own. "I love you too Daya," I replied softly. Cupping his face in my hands and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.