My Stepbrother the Firefighter and Our Dog [mxm]

Dec 15th - Cedric - Making Love

Waking up, he realized they had lots of time on their hands. His first appointment was at noon and Ian was working the evening shift.

Cedric felt his cheeks heating up when he thought back to the last night and how he had professed his love in such a.... way. They didn't know each other for two whole weeks, even, but he had never met anyone standing so firmly by his side, accepting him with his quirks and insecurities, and having no qualms about telling him he loved Cedric in return.

That had been a surprise.

When the words were out, Cedric was sure to have ruined the first relationship in his life that made him truly happy. But instead of distancing himself or getting evasive, Ian had been holding him as tight as he could and admitted to being just as much in love.

This morning he woke up snuggled up front to front with Ian, his leg between Ian's powerful thighs, both men having an arm slung around each other, the other hand safely tugged under the pillow, Ian's chin resting on Cedric's head.

Never before had he slept or woken up like this with a man in his life.

Cedric was deliriously happy.

Ian was still fast asleep, but he couldn't resist the urge to kiss his throat and collar bones. Lick the litte dip between them. Breath in the scent of sleepy male.

His hand slipped between them and he found that Ian was sleeping down there too.

But this cock felt good anyway, all soft and satiny with all these fine wrinkles.

And while he caressed his lovers penis, the appendix in question began to rise and shine while the man attached to it slept on.

A few minutes later, Ian rolled to his back, panting and shifting.

Taking it as an invite, Cedric caressed Ian's dick with his nose before he started to work up the underside from the balls to the tip in tiny licks.

It wasn't enough and so he got the lube bottle and started to prep himself. He wanted to give that to Ian, showing him all the sides that were part of men loving each other.

"Shiiiiit, what're you doing," Ian groaned softly while Cedric sucked his head, riding two of his own fingers.

Letting go of the salty head, he crawled up Ian's body, using one hand in an awkward way to not smear the lube all over the sheets.

Oh heavens, was he feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"I... would like it, if you would... do me," he finally said with a still rough morning voice, his gaze not wavering, but a blush colouring his cheeks.

"You sure?" Ian nearly whispered while they started to kiss. It felt familiar and was sweet and tender.

"Yes," Cedric whispered back, his eyes fluttering close, their hands caressing each other, their bodies molding to each other like they were made for it.

He had loved all the nights Ian had let him top, even asked him to, with ever growing confidence and love. But not every night. There was so much you could do to wear out to grown men and force them to take another shower before sleeping.

And Ian loved it all. Loved that sometimes he was in charge, and sometimes Ian took the reigns. That they sometimes lay on their sides, their legs tangled, holding each other as tight as they could while they sought for that lustful friction until it was all too much and too perfect and they came hard between their bodies, glued together by sweat, and semen, and crazy kisses, getting there without anyone taking the lead.

But he had never asked Cedric if he could top and Ced loved him for it even more, giving him the opportunity to choose the point in time he felt ready to let another man in.