I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The wine night

My eyelids fluttered open as Daya carefully untangled himself from my embrace, his warm smile a welcome sight at this early hour.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. "Gotta get to the Wild Steer they need me in early."

I pouted, but couldn't resist a cuddle and a lingering kiss. "Come back soon," i murmured, my voice husky with sleep.

As Daya left, i fell back into a fitful slumber. When i finally awoke, the apartment was bathed in the soft glow of morning. I stumbled out of bed, my mind still hazy.

Reaching for the kitchen, i brewed a strong cup of coffee, hoping to chase away the drowsiness I was feeling. With my mug in hand, i settled at my desk, Daya's absence providing the solitude i needed to dive into my writing.

Hour after hour, my fingers danced across the keyboard, her thoughts flowing with ease. Chapters flowed effortlessly from my pen, bringing my story to a satisfying conclusion. As i emailed the final draft to my editor, a sense of accomplishment washed over me.

Time seemed to slip away as i sank onto the couch, the TV humming in the background. I reached for Daya's t-shirt I'd stolen last night, its oversized fabric enveloping me like a warm embrace.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was my editor. Dread filled my body as i answered, bracing myself for a barrage of criticism. But to my astonishment, the editor's voice was filled with praise.

"Bosco, it's absolutely perfect," she gushed. "You've outdone yourself again."

Elation surged through my veins. I had never felt such a sense of validation. Realizing it was already four in the afternoon, I rushed to pour myself a glass of wine to celebrate.

As i lay on the couch, content in my solitude, i reflected on the day and how accomplished she felt. The dark cloud of deadlines and stress seemed to have faded from my sky and she felt truly relaxed for the first time in awhile. 

I swayed gently on the couch, my glass of wine still in my hand. The day had been a whirlwind of excitement and accomplishment, and the residual buzz of celebration still coursed through my veins.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I heard the sound of the door opening. Daya, my beloved boyfriend, stepped into the apartment. His eyes scanned the room until they found me, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You okay?"

I couldn't resist a giggle. "I'm more than okay, my love," I replied. "I had the most amazing day."

I poured out the story of my success to Daya, my words tumbling over each other in my excitement. He listened intently, his eyes filled with pride. When I was finished, he pulled me into a tight hug, his warmth enveloping me.

"I'm so proud of you, Bosco," he whispered into my hair. "You deserve all the praise you're getting."

A wave of gratitude washed over me. To have someone in my life who believed in me so unconditionally was a precious gift. I pulled away from his embrace and patted his cheek.

"Go change into something comfy," I instructed him. "We're having a takeout and wine night."

Daya's eyes lit up. "You don't have to tell me twice," he said, disappearing into the bedroom.

I chuckled to myself as I waited for him to return. The sound of his carefree laughter as he changed into a comfy top and shorts filled the apartment with a sense of happiness.

When he emerged from the bedroom, I handed him a glass of wine. "Cheers to you, my beautiful writer," he said, raising his glass, before clinking it off of mine.

We sank into the couch, our bodies pressed together. The McDonald's delivery arrived not long after, and we shared a feast of burgers and fries while we laughed, talked, and drank.

As the night wore on, I felt a warm glow spreading through me. The alcohol had loosened my inhibitions, and I couldn't resist climbing onto Daya's lap. I straddled him, my body craving the closeness of his.

He reached out and cupped my hips, his grip firm but gentle. I could see his eyes darken with desire, but there was also a hint of hesitation in them.

"What's wrong, my love?" I asked, my voice slurred slightly.

He sighed and nuzzled his face into my neck. "I've never done anything whilst I'm like a little drunk before," he confessed. "Not since...you know, that night with that guy."

My heart sank as the realization hit me. I had been so wrapped up in my own happiness that I had forgotten about Daya's painful past. I immediately pulled away and held him close.

"I'm so sorry, Daya," I whispered. "I didn't even think."

He buried his face in my shoulder and whispered back, "I want to do it with you, Bosco. I want to get over this fear and not let that man have any more control over my life."

I swallowed hard and met his gaze. "If you're okay with it," I said, "I'll do whatever you need."

-smut-

He stroked his hand down my face before tangling his fingers in my hair and pushing my head down towards his lap.

And with that, I dropped to my knees on the floor infront of the couch and started to stroke up and down his thighs. His hips twitching with each touch.

"Ugh baby you want it so bad don't you," I tease, as I feel him push my head towards his lap again. He whines in response, "needy boy," I moan back to him before putting my hand into his boxers and pulling out his length.

I held it, licking it from base to tip softly a few times, teasing him as I did. I licked up his precum that was pumping out of him greedily, savouring the taste of him.

Before I plunged his length into my mouth, I gagged on it as it hit the back of my throat.

I watched as his body trembled, his muscles tensing and then relaxing. I heard him moan softly, a sound that filled me with joy and desire.

"D-do you think you'll be able to take it all," he groaned as I felt his legs starting to twitch. I look up at him, pure seduction in my eyes and nod slightly.

With that I pump him in and out of my mouth faster and faster, his hands gripping the edge of my couch as i did it, before he finished into my mouth hard.

I almost choked on the amount of cum that had just been pumped into my mouth, but I swallow it with a deep gulp, making Daya's eyes roll back at the sight of it. A dribble of cum drips from the side of my mouth, which he wipes with his thumb and immediately puts into my mouth for me to suck it off of him.

"Good girl," he moans, "thats my good girl."

I climb up from the floor, tucking his length back into his underwear before settling myself in his lap, leaning against his chest.

"You can't suck me off like that, then act like a baby again," he teased as he wrapped his shakey arms around me. "Yes I can and I just did," I snootily replied, letting my head fall against his shoulder. 

Daya began to smooth out my hair, sorting the parts he had messed up when he was pulling on it.

"If I ever pull your hair too tight or do something you don't like, you can tell me, you know that right?" He said, a concerned look falling across his face.

"Who said I didn't like any of it?" I smirk back at him, watching as his look of concern turned into a grin.