nothingyoukeep (nothingyoukeep) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-03-01 11:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, diego, diego x oliver, oliver |
Who: Oliver and Diego
When: Evening, Monday, January 15
Where: Home in Seaview
Status: Complete
Warnings: Turns NSFW
They had been in Point Pleasant for a week. Moving from Branson, Missouri hadn’t been terribly difficult, since they never traveled with much. It had been a long drive though, twenty four hours broken up into two days. Oliver had done the majority of the driving, simply because he was paranoid as hell that the cops would pull them over if Diego got behind the wheel and then that would trigger a firestorm of badness. The constant paranoia and worry was exhausting on so many levels, but it had also kept them safe for this long, so Oliver had learned to live with it.
Oliver started at Mercy Hospital on the 22nd, so that had given them time to get settled in the small, rented trailer. It was a decent place nestled between a handful of trees with a porch in the front and the back. Inside was a great room with a small island separating the kitchen and the living room. The bathroom was tiny, but clean, and along with the master bedroom was a smaller room with a futon shoved inside of it. The description read fully furnished, and Oliver supposed that wasn’t a lie. They had never needed a lot though, and Oliver knew they could make do with what they had. They could always buy anything else they might need once he got a couple of paychecks under his belt. Okay, maybe not anything. But some things. Within reason.
He was glad he had gone to the grocery store over the weekend, because once it had started snowing the night before it hadn’t stopped. It was evening and the snow plows hadn’t even been down the roads in Seaview yet, though that wasn’t surprising. Point Pleasant was a small town and the salt trucks were probably driven by volunteers. It was fine. They had power and heat, and plenty of food to last a couple of days if the snow didn’t let up.
Oliver was in the kitchen now, dicing a small onion to toss into a heated pan. They didn’t have a ton of money, but he always splurged a bit with the food, only because he liked to cook and he felt like they occasionally deserved to eat something with flavor. Something that wasn’t from the frozen food aisle. And tonight was a good night for soup. Plus, there would be leftovers, so it would last a couple of days in the fridge. “You want to help with the soup?” Oliver asked Diego from his spot in the kitchen. “I could use some help with the tomatoes.” He didn’t really need the help, but it was always a bit of a transition whenever they ended up somewhere new, and he wanted to keep Diego’s mind occupied for a bit.
If there was one lesson that had come out of Diego’s life thus far -- and in his mid-30s he was pretty well into the thick of it, he thought -- it was that a person could get used to anything. Whether that was a feature or a bug in human evolution, Diego wasn’t sure. Good for survival, bad for mental health, maybe. He’d adapted to more bad situations than most people would ever go through in the first place though, so maybe he was just an outlier. A statistical anomaly ... as well as another kind.
Maine wasn’t bad so far, it was just so cold and this town was so insulated from everything else. There were trees everywhere. Oliver said that would help them hide, but Diego knew it could also hide things from them as well. It felt like it had been forever since they’d been in a city -- a warm city -- but he could only whine so much about going back down south or out west without starting a fight, and Diego tried not to do that when all the stress of moving again was still so fresh. He could try to talk Oliver into it next time. Everything was temporary in this nomadic life, after all.
He’d been laying on his back on their new couch, tossing a baseball up in the air and stopping it with his mind before it landed on his face, over and over. Oliver’s voice drew him out of his mindless state and he plucked the ball out of the air and sat up to look over at his partner. Cooking together was better than just moping around, so he got up to pad into the kitchen area. Diego put a hand on Oliver’s lower back and kissed the top of his shoulder on his way to where the tomatoes were. “What do you need, mi amor? Diced, wedges?”
Oliver felt his lips twitch into a tiny smile when Diego got up to join him. He knew Point Pleasant wasn't the ideal place to be in January, but who in their right mind would chose a tiny coastal town in Maine in winter while on the run? He had no idea if the facility was still searching for them, but he never wanted to let his guard down and get comfortable. He was hoping they were searching out west, or down south. Hell, maybe they were thinking he and Diego crossed the border years ago. Wouldn't that be nice.
"Diced, por favor, thank you." Oliver scooped the diced onion against his palm with the knife before dropping it into the pan with the sliced jalapenos. "Driving home the other day I swear I only saw a handful of restaurants. Passed a greasy spoon named Moxie's. Maybe we should try it out when the snow finally lets up. We're probably going to get sick of soup in a couple of days. What do you think?" It gave them a reason to get out of the tiny trailer and maybe get a bit more comfortable in Point Pleasant. Oliver would be working full time, and he wanted Diego to feel like he could get out and explore. Holing himself up in this place would only trigger a bout of cabin fever, and that was no good for anyone.
Diego pulled a knife for himself out of the drawer and went to work slicing the tomatoes. Oliver was the better cook between them, but Diego was passable in the kitchen. Finally. It had taken him a long time to learn, but spending the majority of his time home alone while Oliver worked had inspired him to try his hand at all kinds of things. He’d started from scratch on so much, a twenty-something who didn’t know his ass from his elbow when it came to the world, learning anything practical made him feel an inch closer to grown up. Even now, over a decade later. “Sounds like a delight,” he murmured as he worked the knife up and down. “And a night of heartburn, but ... could be worth it.” He tilted a little smile over at Oliver to show he was kidding. He hoped, anyway. Any outing together was a good one, especially in a new place where they had to get oriented.
“Some of the best food comes from those mom and pop joints,” Oliver said, setting the knife aside to grab the wooden spoon to move the onions and peppers around a bit. They had a minute to cook before he added everything else and Oliver grabbed the chicken broth to twist the cap off. “I’m not holding my breath that anyone in Maine knows how to season their food, but maybe they’ll surprise us.” He was mostly joking, but he did tend to enjoy the local eateries significantly more than the chains they had stopped at on their travels. Obviously they couldn’t afford to eat out a lot so it was important to make it count when they did. “Are you feeling all right?” he asked finally, once he began to pour the broth in the pot. “About this place, I mean. I know there’s not much to this town, but I want to try and make it good for us.” That was generally his goal wherever they ended up. Sometimes he was successful, and other times... well, not so much.
Diego still had issues with food sometimes, much to his frustration. He had very dim memories of his mother and abuela cooking back in El Salvador, before he’d been taken away, and sometimes Oliver inadvertently brought all those memories back to the surface just with a few spices. But then there’d been the years of bland institutional food that triggered bad memories, and had messed with his stomach’s ability to process the culinary masterpieces of his childhood. They’d just taken everything they could from him, on purpose or not. It had taken him years to adjust his palate again and not get stomach aches every time he ate something with peppers in it. Diego would try the restaurant, just like he’d tried every other one Oliver wanted to try. He focused on the questions instead, humming a bit as he finished chopping up the tomato. “I feel frostbitten, mostly,” he said, then sighed as he realized that wasn’t helpful at all. “It will be fine. It is just a place. We will make the most of it as always.” Diego moved so Oliver could get to the diced tomato, but lightly bumped hips with him as he passed. “We need music. Music, my darling?” He was already heading for where they’d last left the little bluetooth speaker that served as a home stereo for them.
Cooking was really all Oliver had left of his family. His grandmother had taught Oliver's father how to cook, and then Oliver himself. It had been how they spent time together. After her death, the two men had known how to feed themselves, and each other, without resorting to microwavable meals or fast food. Things were a bit different now because Oliver had to be frugal, but he chose to splurge at the grocery store for Diego as much as for himself. If they couldn't have all of the things Oliver wanted them to have, the least he could do was provide them both with delicious meals with actual flavor. "Music," Oliver agreed, smiling as he watched Diego move away from the kitchen. "And hey, if you start to feel frostbitten, you tell me. I'll warm you up as best I can." Tomatoes, chicken, black beans. Oliver began to add the rest of the ingredients spread across the tiny counter into the pot. "I know it's cold outside, but... it's quite nice to look at from in here, isn't it? Like a postcard, almost."
“Mmm, the only upsides to living in the frozen north,” Diego agreed with a little smirk. “Pretty, and encourages sharing body heat.” Though they certainly did a lot of warming each other up, no matter where they were. It was free and private, so it didn’t risk anything, and Oliver was the center of Diego’s world and Diego loved him intensely. He would’ve been dead quite a few times over if it wasn’t for Oliver, so he tried to make their weird life together as enjoyable as possible. It didn’t always work out, considering his lack of many different kinds of resources, but he still tried. Diego got some music started from his phone -- it wasn’t an expensive one, but even the cheapest phones these days could do a lot -- and ambled back into the kitchen. He came up behind Oliver and rested his hands on his hips, nuzzling at the back of his shoulder for a moment. “Not as nice to look at as you are, though,” he murmured.
Oliver chuckled softly as he scooped the tomato paste out of the can with a spoon to dump into the pot. He had a feeling Point Pleasant was probably a gorgeous town in the spring and summer, and probably the fall. Gray skies and several feet of snow didn't do much to endear the place to Oliver, but it felt like a sanctuary, and that was what they needed right now. If the job worked out and everything stayed quiet, maybe they would be here in the spring to enjoy the color and the smell of the ocean nearby. The soup was coming together and Oliver grinned as soon as he felt Diego behind him. It was never easy to pack up and move, but whenever Diego touched him, Oliver knew the headache and occasional feelings of isolation were worth it. It was cheesy as hell, but he knew as long as they had each other, they could handle just about anything. "I do look like I belong on a postcard, don't I?" He teased, reaching behind him to slide his fingers into Diego's dark hair with one hand as he grabbed the wooden spoon with the other to mix everything together in the pot.
Diego loved it when Oliver played with his unruly hair, it had been one of the first touches they’d shared and he’d been addicted to it ever since. He gave a humming little chuckle and slowly stroked his hands against Oliver’s stomach and hips. “Sí, the kind you don’t send home to mama,” he murmured with a little grin. He wasn’t really trying to get Oliver all fired up while he was trying to cook, but they really got so few pleasures in their lives, enjoying one another physically was terribly important. Diego never felt comfortable anywhere until they’d christened the new place a few times and relished their hard-won freedom. They’d had it for years now, of course, but Diego was careful never to take it for granted. He knew better. He kissed Oliver’s neck right below his ear and gave him a squeeze before he backed off a little to give him room to work. “I want to explore your beautiful landscape after dinner,” he said with a teasing lilt.
In the beginning, affectionate touches were all Oliver could get away with, especially with cameras everywhere. But his hands were constantly drawn to Diego, even now so many years later. Oliver craved physical touch fiercely, so if Diego was within reaching distance, he was usually taking advantage of it. So it was difficult to focus on getting the soup ready when all he wanted to do was relax and enjoy Diego's hands moving over his body. The kiss to his skin sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine and Oliver set the spoon down on the counter beside the stove quickly before turning and reaching out to grab Diego's arm. He pulled him in quickly and wrapped his arms around Diego before nuzzling their noses together. "I love you," he murmured. "I think this place will be good for us."
Diego had time for a flash of smugness that he’d lured Oliver into paying attention to him, but it was rapidly overshadowed by warmth all through his belly. He slipped his arms around Oliver, smiling as his eyelids drooped down. He never, ever got tired of hearing his man say he loved him. Oliver could say it ten times a minute and Diego would still eat it up, like something inside of him was trying to make up for lost time. A lost half of his life. He’d been eleven when the Institute had found him, so he’d known a bit of what he was missing, which had made everything worse. Until Oliver, of course. “I love you,” he answered softly, giving Oliver a gentle headbutt before he brushed their lips together. “And I’m sure it will. You make every place good.” Diego had his own hopes about Point Pleasant, but they didn’t go much farther than ‘keeps us hidden.’ He dreamed of the day they felt like they could actually stop and rest for longer than a few months, but he didn’t think that day had come yet. Neither of them knew the future though, all they had was the present moment, so Diego just kissed Oliver soundly on the mouth.
Oliver hadn't met Diego until he was eighteen and working at the facility. He knew Diego had been there for years, and so his view of the world was skewed. He had missed out on so much because of those people. Had been hurt and nearly killed. Oliver's life had been normal enough, but he had been so focused on school and then work that he hadn't left much time for anything else. No real friends, no social life or dating. Diego had been his first for everything, but Oliver never felt like he had missed out on "real world" things. He believed in fate, and some higher power guiding him, and whatever that power was, it led him here. He wished the circumstances had been different, but they were what they were. All they could do now was move forward and try to keep one another safe. He brought his hands up to cup Diego's face, brushing his thumbs along his man's jaw as he returned Diego's kiss with a hungry one of his own. "Mi amor," he murmured when he pulled back. Then he smiled and dropped his hands to squeeze Diego's arms briefly. "You need to eat. Then you can explore as much of my landscape as you have the energy for. There's a six pack in the fridge if you want a beer for dinner."
Diego grinned wickedly. “As much as I have the energy for, eh? You’re setting yourself up for a long night, feeding me first,” he warned, fully aware that Oliver wouldn’t mind a bit. He’d been Diego’s first everything too, at least as far as Diego was concerned. Things had been done to him as a child -- before those bastards got a hold of him to torture him in more creative ways -- but Oliver was the first and only physical connection he’d ever gotten a say in. To Diego, that meant the world. They’d explored and learned together, both of them starting out unsure and shaky, and now they only shook with ecstasy. “I need to get my fill of you before you go off to work,” he said, then laughed a bit because he didn’t think getting his fill was actually possible. Diego patted Oliver’s ass, then stepped toward the fridge and pulled the door open. “Do you want one? How long does it have to cook?”
"That's why I made something light, like soup," Oliver shot back with a grin. He turned back to the stove to check on dinner. It had begun to boil, so he turned it down to finish cooking. He had a small bag of tortilla strips, some diced avocado and sour cream for the topping and as distracted as he was by Diego, his stomach rumbled a bit in appreciation. It was the cheap version of his grandmother's tortilla soup, but it smelled good. "We've got about ten minutes before it's finished, so yeah, I'll take a beer." He wiped his hands on the dishtowel and set it aside before leaning back against the counter. Oliver had to work, they both knew it, but he still couldn't help but feel a sliver of guilt. Working in a hospital could be an unpredictable thing, and he had a few third shifts ahead of him. It would be an adjustment for them both, but he was hoping things would smooth out in a few weeks. "The hospital being so close will be nice. I can come home on my breaks and see you. Bring you lunch or dinner if you don't feel like cooking."
Diego pulled two cans free of the six pack rings and nudged the fridge door closed before he stepped up beside his man again. He leaned his butt against the counter and handed Oliver a beer, then cracked his own open. “Yes, yes, it will be good,” he agreed. “That commute in Arkansas was just ...” Diego clucked his tongue and shook his head to indicate his disapproval. Which he of course had done at the time too, but they had to get by, so they had to do what they had to do. He just hoped this hospital would be good to Oliver and paid well, that was all they needed. “And I can actually cook and bring you lunch too,” he added, shooting Oliver an amused glance. “It won’t be that far of a walk once the weather is better.” Diego was used to walking most everywhere when he was on his own anyway, since they only had one car. It was why he either preferred a metropolitan city, or a very small town. Those sprawling suburban places were the worst for being a pedestrian.
Oliver chuckled and opened his beer. He took a quick sip, remembering quite a few places they had lived in that had not been logistically easy on either of them in terms of transportation. But driving through Point Pleasant made Oliver think that maybe this was a town where one could walk everywhere without it being too much of an issue. At least in the warmer months. That was good for Diego. Oliver hated the thought of him being stuck here in Seaview because Oliver had the car. "I think I would like that, you bringing me lunch. If we can just get through the worst of these winter months, I think things will get a lot easier for us. And hey, you know, the commute will be short enough I could come home for lunch and ravage your body instead. I haven't been able to do that during my shifts in a long time." He took another drink of his beer but nudged his hip to Diego's.
Diego gave an indulgent laugh. Even though they hadn’t been able to pull that off very often in various places, it did indeed bring up some good memories. Diego sort of delighted in making Oliver late to work, or extending his lunch hour or whatever, being the fun kind of distracting. Not often enough to get him into trouble -- most of the time -- but sometimes having a time limit was exciting. “Mmm, promises, promises, mi amor,” he murmured, his eyes warm and dancing on Oliver’s. Diego took a swig from his own beer, then straightened up and stepped in front of his man to lean his body against him. They still had several minutes on the soup, why not tease some more? Oliver wasn’t the only one who craved touch and closeness nearly all the time. “You just give me five minutes’ notice and I will be ready and waiting for you when you get home,” he purred. “You feel like doing the ravaging tonight?”
Maybe one of the benefits of knowing they would, and could, eventually pack up and move was knowing that he could push his limits at work in order to spend a few extra minutes, or longer, with Diego. Oliver loved what he did, most of the time, but he always went into every place of employment understanding that he would eventually leave it. So while he gave his work one hundred percent while he was there, he also recognized that Diego was his number one priority, always. If he got into trouble for being late to work, or leaving a little early to be with his lover, then it was worth it. It didn't happen often, but Oliver was always ready to show Diego how important he was to him. He lowered his beer when Diego moved in front of him, and the soup on the stove was suddenly the very last thing on his mind. "You know I will gladly ravage you anytime, and in any place," Oliver replied, one hand reaching out to grip Diego's hip, drawing him closer. "Especially tonight, in our new home where we're essentially snowed in. I told you I would keep you warm."
When Oliver set his beer down, Diego did the same, freeing up both hands so he could drape his arms around those broad shoulders. He was an inch or two taller than Oliver, but that had never gotten in the way of the submissive-ish ‘small and fuckable’ feeling Diego often got with him. His man had plenty of presence, and the two of them were so well matched physically. Diego didn’t know if it was the same with other couples, but the times when he didn’t want to be naked with Oliver were rare. “You do so much for me ... working, cooking ...” he murmured, smirking a bit as he swayed them in not-quite-a-dance. Diego moved one hand to slide it down Oliver’s chest and stomach, then cupped his package. “You deserve an appetizer ... I wonder if I can finish you before the soup is done?” He quirked an eyebrow and grinned.
Oliver had plenty of moments where he needed, or wanted, to be in control, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy submitting to Diego whenever he wanted it. It had always been give and take between them, and Oliver had always assumed most people in love were like that. Oliver made the money, and he took care of Diego the best that he could with so many things, but he never felt taken for granted. Diego gave him so much in return. To Oliver, that was love. Or what love should be, anyway. And that included sex and everything that came with it. They had been together for a long time now, but his heart still seemed to skip in his chest whenever Diego got close. His body never failed to respond to him. Like now, with his cock already straining uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans. The pressure from Diego's hand prompted Oliver to suck in a soft, but sharp breath. Then he smiled and and brought his hand up to slip around the nape of Diego's neck, his fingers brushing up into the other man's dark hair. "That's maybe eight minutes now," Oliver said. "You're not going to tease me if you do finish me off before then?"
“Me?” Diego asked with mock incredulity, like he would never do such a thing. He would, but only lightheartedly. He and Oliver had learned everything they knew about sex together, aside from all of the dubious information that teenage boys passed around; they were far beyond being embarrassed about anything in front of one another. Diego took that question as his permission, and he pressed a kiss to Oliver’s mouth, parting his lips to get a taste of him while he started to work Oliver’s jeans open with the hand down there. Turning his man on always revved his own engines, and the front of Diego’s cotton jogging pants was tenting up now. He wasn’t too concerned with himself though, very aware he would get his chance later. For now, he just wanted to heap pleasure onto Oliver. Diego slipped his hand into the front of Oliver’s pants to wrap his fingers around his cock, letting out a deep hum of appreciation into the kiss.
Oliver grinned but his reply was lost when Diego kissed him. Sometimes he was reminded of their first kiss when they were younger. Awkward and unsure, but the way it had made Oliver feel was something he would never forget. It was like his whole body had come alive in a way Oliver hadn't thought possible. And that hadn't changed, even in his mid-30's, even after sharing thousands of kisses with Diego. He loved everything about it, the way Diego's lips felt against his, the way he tasted. How he could feel the love, and the hunger, in the way their mouths moved together. Oliver inhaled through his nose as soon as Diego's fingers found purchase and he moaned low in his throat, his fingers curling in Diego's hair in response. He gripped the edge of the counter with his other hand, because he was trying desperately not to use them both to take control. He just wanted to enjoy what was happening. Oliver knew he would get his turn soon.
Chemistry had never been a problem for them. Oliver had always been able to turn him on with just a look from those bedroom eyes -- from back in the day when Diego had been a horny and deprived teenager, to now when he was a grown almost-middle-aged man. Oliver was his person, his amor, his whole heart and soul, his savior. Sure, sometimes he was an aggravating bastard too, but that was just being human. Diego wasn’t always a peach, either. They always came back to each other though, when they could’ve split up and disappeared a decade ago. That was love. And so was this, hot kisses in the kitchen, hot skin on skin, the ache of a desire that had yet to dim. The way Oliver tensed and the sound he made sent a happy throb through Diego’s cock, and he gently stroked his lover’s for a second. He was on a time limit though, a race against the stove, so he didn’t linger too long, pulling back and flashing Oliver a dopey little smile before he lowered himself to his knees. He pushed Oliver’s jeans out of the way and freed his cock, giving it an appreciative look before he took the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly.
Oliver pulled his lower lip between his teeth as Diego lowered himself to the floor before huffing out a soft laugh that grew quickly into a moan at the feel of Diego's lips around the tip of his cock. He had never been with anyone else, had never had anyone else's mouth on him in this way, but why the hell would he ever want that? Diego knew exactly how to touch him, how to use his mouth to drive Oliver crazy. Both hands delved into Diego's hair now, but he kept his grip loose, not wanting to do anything more but touch. It would be so easy to close his eyes and relax against the counter, focus on the feeling of Diego's mouth around his cock. But there was something so erotic about watching his lover down there on his knees, and like so many other moments, this was one Oliver would probably think about often. He wasn't going to rush this, dinner or not, but he would let Diego do as he wanted. Oliver was already feeling overheated in the best possible way, and he had a feeling this wouldn't take long at all, as much as he wanted it to last.
Looking back, it was easy these days to feel like they’d always been so in sync and good at pleasing one another, that they’d just come together as puzzle pieces did and everything had been perfect right off the bat. He knew better, of course, there had been a long time of experimenting and figuring everything out together and dealing with doubts and fears and social conditioning they’d both been saddled with, not to mention all of Diego’s trauma hangups. Their skill with one another’s bodies was hard-earned. But that just made it even better, more satisfying, and Diego loved to please Oliver just as much as the other way around. He hummed around his cock as he slowly took it deeper into his mouth, massaging his tongue against the sensitive underside. He loved the way Oliver’s erection felt between his lips -- heavy and hot and smooth -- and his nostrils flared with a deep breath as his face got closer to his man’s body. Diego adored him, even down to the way he smelled. He started to slowly bob his head, one set of fingers still hooked into Oliver’s jeans while the other stayed loosely wrapped around the base of his cock.
His chest was already heaving as it became harder to breathe, but Oliver kept his eyes on Diego, the sight of his partner pleasing him better than any fantasy he could ever concoct in his mind. They had both grown so much, and they had done that together. There were still times when everything felt heavy and difficult, but they always seemed to push through and make it to the other side without much damage. He had promised Diego once, years ago, that he would never walk away, and he meant that. He never wanted to walk away. This life was hard, but it was theirs. His stomach clenched when Diego took his cock deeper and Oliver clenched his jaw, trying to hold back. He had been mostly joking about coming too soon but fuck, it felt so good and it had been a few days since they had enjoyed each other like this. His balls felt heavy and Oliver finally closed his eyes, his fingers clenching and unclenching in Diego's hair. The soup was simmering on the stove, there was music still playing from Diego's phone. But it all sounded muffled to Oliver. His heartbeat was the loudest in his ears and his hips jerked forward before he could stop himself. He didn't want to choke Diego but it was becoming too difficult to stay still. "Fuck," Oliver groaned, his head falling back against his neck. "You're so good at that."
The tension in him was delicious, Diego could feel it growing and it just made his balls ache in the best way. He tilted his head into Oliver’s touch, wanting more of that tightness in his hair, the evidence that he was doing a good job. Not that he doubted himself, but his man’s pleasure was his own. He pulled off of Oliver’s cock for a moment, his mouth making a soft pop. “I can’t help it, you taste so good,” he groaned against overheated skin. Diego ran his tongue along Oliver’s length, first one side and then the other, then flicked at the head of it while he gave a few strokes with his loose hand. He glanced up at his man but there wasn’t much to see but his chin at the moment, which made Diego grin briefly. He went back to sucking his cock, humming around it as he moved his fingers to fondle Oliver’s balls. He didn’t want to rush it, per se, but he was pretty sure he was going to beat the soup. He tried to pace himself, even though it was always easy for him to get carried away when he was doing this. Besides, it was just a taste of things to come, right? An appetizer.
Exhaling sharply, Oliver felt his toes curl against the linoleum of the kitchen floor as his body strained in an effort not to come. Oh, the pressure was there, the squirmy feeling in his stomach that wanted released so badly. He didn't know why he was trying to hold off. Maybe because this felt so good, and Diego's mouth was heaven on his cock. Maybe he wanted to last longer than it took the soup to finish, just to prove a point. But Diego knew Oliver better than anyone, and he knew exactly what it took to drive Oliver completely crazy. Diego's fingers playing with his balls added to the overabundance of stimulation and Oliver released a strained groan as he began to move his hips, unable to hold still any longer. "Please," he breathed, not entirely sure what he was asking for. Maybe to come, or maybe for Diego to stop so he wouldn't, but it didn't matter anymore. Oliver gripped Diego's hair tightly as heat licked down his spine directly to his balls. With a choked cry he spilled into Diego's mouth, mindless for those few, wonderful moments.
Diego felt a fun surge of victory when Oliver started to pump his hips. He knew what Oliver’s point of no return felt like, and Diego always relished the moment he made him lose control. He let his man fuck his mouth for as long as he needed to, feeling a thick drop of precum leak out of his own ignored dick. Oliver’s strong hands in his hair sent pleasant chills down his spine. And then his lover was coming and Diego had to focus on not choking on the hot spray that filled his mouth. If he’d had his hand on his cock at that moment, he was pretty sure he would’ve gone over the edge with Oliver. As it was he just slowed to a near stop to ride it out and swallowed, still lightly teasing the over-sensitive skin with his tongue. Diego loved to make him shudder. Once it seemed that Oliver was wrung out, Diego released him and sat back. He looked up, grinned, and licked his bottom lip. “Told you I could,” he murmured cheekily.
For a moment Oliver wondered if he might just sink down onto the kitchen floor to recover. His legs felt shaky and weak and he slumped back against the counter, trying to catch his breath. There was nothing like that feeling and already he was eager to return to the favor. To make Diego moan and squirm and beg. The soup was suddenly more of an inconvenience than anything else, though it would certainly keep if Oliver turned the heat down. Oliver opened his eyes and looked down at Diego, huffing out a soft laugh. "Was there any doubt?" Oliver murmured as he reached down to pull his man up to his feet. "C'mere." How the hell he got anything done around Diego, he had no idea. Ideally they could just lay around in bed all day, naked and enjoying one another, but Oliver would take anything he could get, whenever he could get it.
Diego got up, swallowing back the groan that his knees wanted him to make as he stood. He wasn’t getting that kind of old yet, dammit, especially not in front of his man. He leaned in against Oliver again, slipping his arms around him and pressing his bulge against Oliver’s cock, enjoying how warm it still was. “Te amo,” he murmured as he moved in to kiss Oliver through his smile. His body was eager but he felt sated now, perfectly able to wait until later for his turn. They were in that nice space where they knew Oliver had a job and money was coming, but he didn’t actually have to work yet, so they could take their time and stay up late and do whatever they wanted. “Now you need to eat and regain your strength,” he added after a moment, then snickered softly.
Oliver brought his hands up to cup Diego's face, his thumbs brushing over the man's jaw tenderly. "I love you too," he murmured, pressing quick kisses against Diego's lips. He wanted to forget dinner and take Diego back to their new bedroom, but they both needed to eat something, and Oliver wanted to be fully present when it was his turn to bring Diego pleasure. He still felt quite boneless and sated, the lingering pleasure making everything feel warm and light in his body. After another lingering kiss, Oliver dropped his hands to Diego's hips, where he squeezed gently. "Go sit, if you think you can wait long enough to eat dinner. I'll make you a bowl of soup and then try to be patient."
“Good things come to those who wait, as they say,” he murmured with a smirk. It amused and pleased Diego that Oliver was the one who’d just gotten off, but he was still feeling impatient. It was still such a rush to know that his man wanted him on that level. The same way Diego wanted him. Sometimes he thought that their active sex life was the only way they got through living this nomadic lifestyle, necessarily addicted to the stress relief of those endorphins. It wasn’t bad all the time, of course, and they were adjusted to most of it by now, but it was still difficult. After a smile and one more stolen smooch, Diego pulled away and turned to amble over to the table to sit down. The wait wouldn’t be long, the food would be delicious, and then more carnal pleasures awaited them.
"I don't know if that's completely true," Oliver said, tucking his cock back into his jeans and tugging them back up enough to zip. He didn't bother buttoning them again, because he doubted they would stay on much longer. "I mean... look what I just got without having to wait." He grinned and grabbed two bowls from the cabinet to pour the soup into. "But now I'm going to have to make sure it's great for you, instead of just good." Which he had full confidence that he could do. Oliver got busy preparing their dinner, feeling so wonderfully lazy and happy. The first week or so in a new place was always stressful, between unpacking, getting used to their new surroundings and that lingering paranoia that they would be recognized by someone. But these moments made everything worthwhile. Every now and then Oliver felt like he could forget what they were running from, and that they were just two normal people, living normal lives. Oliver grabbed two spoons and carried the bowls over to the table, setting one down in front of Diego before he sat to join him. "It's not much but it smells good at least."
“It’s always great,” Diego had insisted as Oliver gathered their dinner together. He pulled the hot fragrant bowl toward him and picked up his spoon with relish. His cock was calming down, aware it would get what it wanted soon enough -- as aware as a cock could be, anyway. It was easy to shift focus onto other bodily needs like eating and chatting with his soulmate. After the first few bites, Diego enthusiastically praised Oliver’s cooking. ‘Not much’ was meaningless, it was hearty without being heavy and tasted exquisite to Diego. It was all they needed. When they were done eating, Diego got up and gathered the bowls and spoons to take care of, placing a kiss on Oliver’s dark head as he passed. “At least this one has a dishwasher,” he commented as he rinsed dishes and put them in said appliance. Not all of the places they’d stayed had one, and Diego hated to do dishes by hand. He tried not to complain though, since Oliver was the one who worked and cooked half the time.
"A washer and dryer too," Oliver said, pushing back from the table to join Diego in the kitchen. He found some tupperware to pour the rest of the soup in. They could eat the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. He shut the lid on top of the plastic bowl and set it in the fridge, eager to be done with this portion of their night. "I can't tell you how nice it is not to have to drag clothes out to a laundromat. Especially in this weather." Diego was still loading the dishwasher so Oliver stepped up behind him and slid his arms around his man, pressing a kiss to the back of Diego's neck. "Don't worry about the dishes right now. We can clean up later. I just want to take you to bed. Is that okay?"
Diego gave a contented hum and leaned back against Oliver a bit, his eyes slipping closed. He just enjoyed the embrace for a moment, then reached for a dishtowel to wipe his hands off with. “Such a gentleman,” he murmured, teasing. After he’d dried his fingers, Diego turned around in Oliver's embrace and slipped his arms around his man in return. He held onto him for a few heartbeats, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Take me to bed then,” he murmured, quirking a little smile. His heart was already picking up speed, the core of his body warming up with anticipation.
Oliver pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Diego's mouth before he pulled back and took the other man's hand to lead him out of the small kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom. They never got too comfortable wherever they ended up, but sometimes Oliver wished they could just make a home for themselves. Even a small one. Maybe Point Pleasant would be that home, maybe not. But Oliver was willing to find out. He left the light off in the bedroom. There were blinds on the back bedroom window, but they were open, letting in some of the light from the moon. The ground outside, and the bare trees, were covered in snow, which felt oddly comforting to Oliver in the moment. There were no trailers behind them, so they had privacy. Inside the bedroom Oliver turned back to Diego to kiss him again, his hands reaching for the hem of Diego's shirt to start undressing him. He had meant what he said about wanting to ravage Diego's body, and he was going to take full advantage of the time they had together now.
The snow was lovely, regardless of how much he liked to complain about it sometimes. It blanketed and insulated everything, reflecting the moonlight and making the world a little brighter. They didn’t need inside lights, the dim glow from down the hallway and the silver light coming through the blinds was more than enough. Considering how small this town was, Diego had worried a bit when they’d first arrived that it would be homophobic, that people would give them problems for being together, but at moments like this one, he couldn’t care less. They’d already faced scarier things than any backwoods hicks could throw at them. They were strong, and even more importantly they were united. Letting himself slip into that warm bath of growing arousal, Diego lifted his arms so Oliver could get his shirt off, nipples perking up in the cooler air. Smiling in between kisses, he reached for Oliver’s shirt to get rid of that too, wanting to feel all of his lover against all of himself.
There was always the possibility of people giving them trouble wherever they went. It had happened before, and would probably happen again, but Oliver felt like he had a pretty good grasp now on how to deal with people who couldn't mind their own business. In the end, it didn't matter. All that mattered was Diego, and keeping him safe. Oliver let go of Diego long enough to help get his own shirt off, and since his jeans were already undone, he wasted no time in sliding his fingers into Diego's jogging pants, gliding them across bare skin before he began pushing them down. He always enjoyed the quickies, when they were too impatient to get all of their clothes off. He even loved it when Diego got to his knees while Oliver was preparing dinner. But nothing compared to having Diego completely naked and at his mercy. He had explored every inch of Diego's body a thousand times over and he had never once grown tired of it. Oliver leaned in to press kisses against his chest, working his way down just as he worked the jogging pants down Diego's legs.
Diego loved to be undressed, and his erection was already straining against the soft fabric as Oliver pushed it down. He never wore any underwear around the house, so there was nothing else restricting him once the elastic passed his hips. His hands came up to fun his fingers through Oliver’s hair as he started descending, leaving tingles and goosebumps in his wake. It had never taken much from Oliver to turn him on, and it didn’t feel like that would ever change. Taking a deeper breath, Diego dragged his fingertips down the back of Oliver’s neck and across the back of his shoulder, relishing how warm his skin was. He stepped out of his jogging pants once they were low enough and nudged them aside, a rush of heat flashing through him at being completely bare for Oliver.
Oliver left his jeans on, simply because he wanted to stay where he was, trailing kisses along Diego's hip bone and back across his abdomen. He settled comfortably on his knees, his hands sliding up Diego's thighs, Oliver's thumbs pressing gently into the muscle. Diego's cock was already hard and no doubt aching for attention, but Oliver took his time, nuzzling the spot just above his pubic hair. One hand cupped Diego's balls, fondling gently for a moment before Oliver turned his face to kiss down the length of Diego's cock to the tip, where he licked the head once before taking it gently into his mouth to suck on it. There was nothing like the taste of his man. It had been intoxicating from the very first moment Oliver had done this so many years ago, and pleasing Diego had quickly become one of his very favorite things to do in the world.
They spoiled each other, and they always had, both of them blooming into generous lovers, the desire to give one another pleasure almost an obsession. Diego wondered sometimes if their lives had turned out different -- if they only lived in one place, both had steady jobs, contact with families and friends, roots -- if they would want each other as much as they did now. Most of those distractions didn’t exist for them, they had each other and that was it. Diego couldn’t say he would want it any other way. It had always felt like enough. Especially in moments like these, when Oliver was making his whole body feel achy with need. With a heavier breath, he kept running his fingers through Oliver’s hair, watching him slowly progress to taking his cock into his mouth. Diego’s eyes closed when that warmth enveloped him, and let out a low moan.
Oliver thought about the what ifs a lot. His entire life changed when the facility hired him, and he was aware that they were essentially nomads because they had to be, rather than because they wanted to be. Occasionally Oliver dreamed about what it would be like if they could live a normal life together, with steady jobs and a permanent residence. At the same time, he was scared of losing this. The intensity, knowing that Diego depended on him for so many things. Maybe that wasn't fair, maybe that was unhealthy, but Oliver couldn't fathom his life without this level of love and lust. It was worth every move, every worry and potential danger. Oliver sucked softly on the head of Diego's cock before he pulled back and smiled, his hands running over the back of Diego's thighs. Then he stood and gripped Diego's hips to maneuver him back. "Lay down," he murmured. He wanted to give Diego everything Oliver had received in the kitchen, but he wanted Diego to sprawl out on their bed and get comfortable first.
Diego barely had a concept of what was ‘healthy’ and not, anyway. There was so much noise on the internet about it, so many people trying to be therapists and spitting out words that didn’t make any sense to him. Diego had never wanted therapy, because he was happy with how things were. This was the best living situation he’d ever had, and after over a decade of it, he didn’t want anything to change, it was too risky. They had what they had, and it was enough for them, no one else’s opinion mattered. As long as he had Oliver, he was okay. And he definitely had Oliver at that moment, gorgeous and generous on his knees and when he smiled like that Diego’s heart twisted happily. He went where he was nudged, backing up until he felt the bed behind him. He leaned in to steal another heated kiss, then did as he was told and laid back, stretching out comfortably, his warm eyes still on Oliver.
That was a sight that never failed to get Oliver's blood pumping. He loved seeing Diego in their bed at any time, whether he was sleeping, or waking up with tired eyes and bedhead. But looking at Diego while he was lying there, aroused and naked in the moonlight, it was just... perfect. Oliver kept his eyes on Diego, but took that moment to get rid of his jeans completely, not wanting to feel restricted while he was pleasing his lover. Naked now, he crawled up onto the bed and got comfortable between Diego's legs. With a soft, contented sigh, Oliver ran his hands up Diego's thighs before he ducked his face down to kiss and lick the underside of Diego's cock. He took his time, exploring every inch until he drew the tip back between his lips, slowly taking Diego's length into his mouth.
Diego watched Oliver watching him while he took his jeans off, lazily running the tips of his fingers down his ribs. He brushed the tip of his cock just to tease himself and give Olvier something yummy to look at. His hands were ready to touch his man again though, and he delved his fingers back into Oliver’s hair as he got settled. His lashes fluttered as his man put his mouth on him again, and Diego gave a soft moan as he let his head fall back against the sheets. Oliver knew exactly how to tease him, how to get him riled up and needy. “Feels so good, mi amor,” he breathed, his hips flexing upward slightly. Diego’s fingers massaged the back of Oliver’s neck before flexing gently in his hair again.
There was a time and place for more impatient loving, but tonight they had all the time in the world and given how stressful that past week had been with this new transition, Oliver just wanted to lay there with Diego and nuzzle and lick and suck for as long as he possibly could. And god, he always loved it when he felt Diego's fingers in his hair while he was doing this. It made him feel even closer and more connected to his man, like Diego needed to be touching Oliver at all times. He moaned low in response to Diego's words before he curled his fingers around the base of Diego's cock, holding him in place as he pulled his mouth away long enough to smile and respond. "Feels good... tastes good... I can never get enough." And then Diego's cock was back in his mouth, and Oliver took him in deeper, beginning to suck with more pressure and enthusiasm.
That feeling was mutual, thank God, and Diego couldn’t imagine them slowing down anytime soon. There were so many things that were hard about their life together, but this always made up for it. Diego let go of Oliver long enough to pull one of the pillows over to stuff under his head so he could watch without straining. And goddamn, the sight of his cock in between Oliver’s lips was almost just as much of a turn on as feeling it. He let out another low moan, his core starting to get tighter as he watched his length disappear over and over into Oliver’s mouth. He tugged a bit at Oliver’s curls, his breathing already getting heavy -- he didn’t want to come anytime soon because he wanted more of his man, but fuck it felt so good, and Oliver looked so sexy doing it.
As focused as Oliver was on sucking Diego's cock, he was always in tune with the rest of his lover. The way Diego breathed, the way his fingers tightened or tugged in Oliver's hair. The subtle movements of Diego's hips and twitches in the muscles of his thighs. He tried to adjust to however Diego was responding, whether he needed to slow down, or apply more suction and pressure. All he ever wanted to do was give Diego pleasure and make him happy. Oliver had very little to offer otherwise, given his distinct lack of money. But he could keep Diego safe, he could cook for him and love him and do this whenever he could. So far that had always seemed like enough for Diego, so Oliver would continue to do it, at least until he could make more money somehow and then shower his man with everything and anything he wanted. Maybe Oliver was dreaming, but the hope of a better life kept him moving forward. Relaxing his throat, Oliver took him as deep into the back of his throat as he could without gagging, his thumb grazing down over Diego's balls, massaging them gently.
Money had never mattered to Diego, how could it? He had come from a poor village in a poor country, spent half of his childhood locked up in a tiny room being experimented on, and all of his life as a young man living hand to mouth with Oliver. He didn’t know any different. Sure, there had been plenty of nights when they’d gone hungry, but Diego was used to so much worse. Every day with Oliver felt like a vacation to him. He could finally be free and happy, with the man who was his perfect partner in life. Oliver did so much more for him than just work and cook and suck him off -- he was the only reason Diego could exist in the real world. Diego needed him, and he could only be grateful that Oliver loved him back and wanted to build a life with him. Diego would be lost without him, even after so many years. He was currently feeling lost to pleasure at the moment, shifting restlessly under Oliver’s talented mouth, happily fighting the instinct to thrust upward. It felt so good to resist, to hold back because he was greedy for more. Soft moans escaped him here and there, and his balls tingled and tightened with the stimulation. He never had to correct Oliver much on pleasing him, they could read each other like a book now, which wasn’t always to his advantage when he wanted things to last. “Don’t make me come before I get your cock, lover,” he murmured with a brief grin.
Oliver knew Diego was content with what they had. Happy, even. They'd had plenty of discussions about it over the course of their relationship, especially towards the beginning, when they were scared and moving around every few weeks. At the same time, Oliver wanted to give Diego so much more. Real stability, which unfortunately, cost money. He was always striving for better, and a part of him was always optimistic that he would achieve something great in every town they stopped in. Point Pleasant was no different. He was feeling good about it now, but it was so easy to feel like that when he had his lover naked and at his mercy. True happiness was never as evident as it was in these moments. The sound of Diego's voice, soft and hoarse with arousal, had Oliver pressing his own cock instinctively into the mattress just for the friction. He was quickly getting hard again, but he was more than willing to ignore it to stay focused on Diego. Still, Oliver pulled back from Diego's cock, his hand now stroking the length to keep up the stimulation, and peered up at his man, a small, coy smile curving at his lips. "You want my cock?"
Diego’s pelvis gave a twitch when Oliver switched to his hand, that sliding grip sending fresh tingles up his spine. God, any way Oliver touched him was fucking heaven. He smiled lazily down at his lover, the eye contact just making everything feel even sexier. Oliver was so beautiful, Diego wasn’t sure how everybody didn’t fall in love with him immediately. “I do,” he confirmed, giving a slow squirm in place. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and tried to look irresistible. As much as he loved a good blowjob, Diego loved staring into Oliver’s eyes while one of them was buried deep in the other one the most. It was a feeling of connection he’d never had with any other person on earth, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Diego murmured low, rolling his spine slowly again. “I was promised ravaging.” He stroked his fingers through Oliver’s curls again, giving a little tug at the end.
Oliver knew Diego wanted him, but it was always a thrill to hear him say it. The small smile stayed on his lips, even as he leaned in to flick his tongue over the tip of Diego's cock. "Of course I want to fuck you, mi amor. I always want to fuck you. I want to kiss, and lick, and touch..." Oliver kept his fingers wrapped around the cock in his hand, but he shifted up until he was nuzzling Diego's abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses up toward Diego's chest. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, softly stroking Diego's length before ducking his head against Diego's neck to kiss it. He could feel Diego's pulse point against his lips and Oliver nipped at the skin gently.
Diego knew better than to expect immediate gratification, even when he so wantonly made his desire clear -- that just wasn’t how they worked most of the time. Quickies were one thing, rushing was another, and when they had the time both of them liked to languish in pleasure. It truly made everything else more tolerable. Oliver’s lips left happy tingles in their wake, and Diego skimmed his hands over his man’s skin as he moved upward. He tilted his head to give Oliver room at his neck, letting out a low moan as his eyes rolled shut. God he loved those little nips. “Please,” he whispered. Diego slipped one hand down to wrap it around Oliver’s cock now that he could reach it, rubbing his thumb over the tip of it to spread the precum he felt there. Knowing his man was as equally turned on was always a powerful aphrodisiac.
If not for that plea, Oliver would have probably teased Diego much longer. But how could he possibly deny Diego what he so clearly wanted, especially now that Diego was touching him again and god, it felt good. Oliver was hard and aching in Diego's hand and he couldn't help but push his hips against Diego, desperate for the friction. His body wanted so much. To touch and be touched, to kiss and savor. But his cock was impatient and the desire to be buried inside Diego overwhelmed everything else. Lifting his head, he kissed Diego again, slow and deep before pushing up just enough to reach over to grab the lube from their nightstand. He settled on his knees between Diego's legs, getting his fingers nice and slick from the liquid. "You wanna stay on your back?" he murmured, hoping that he would get an affirmative answer in response. Oliver honestly loved fucking Diego in every position they could imagine, but tonight he wanted to be face to face so he could kiss and watch Diego's face.
Diego didn’t want to rush perfection or anything, but God was he ready to be filled up with his man. They could always take their time fucking. It was just obvious that both of their bodies were dying to come together, and who were they to deny nature? Diego spread his legs wider as Oliver got into position, hooking one loosely around his hip while he watched the lube leak out onto Oliver’s beautiful fingers. He had been largely clueless about sex when Oliver had come into his life, and while it had been occasionally frustrating at the time, now he wouldn’t have it any other way. They’d found their way together and became everything the other needed and more. And now Diego had almost a pavlovian response to seeing the bottle of lube, a happy shiver running through him and another dollop of precum leaking out of his cock. “Yes,” he answered in a whisper, his hips still shifting slowly. Diego wanted their faces to stay close this time too, wanted to see the pleasure lighting up Oliver’s dark eyes.
Oliver smiled, sensing the tension in Diego's body. He loved it when he could get Diego so aroused that he couldn't quite lay still. If he hadn't been so horny himself he would have probably taken his time and teased his boyfriend some more. But his fingers were slick with the lube now and he reached down, sliding one finger into Diego's ass slowly. "You tell me when you feel ready," Oliver murmured, slipping another finger in to stroke and stretch. All of that tight heat was the epitome to heaven, and his own cock dripped with precum, aching now to be inside Diego. But he didn't want to hurt his love, and he knew the wait would be more than worth it. His gaze was locked on Diego's face, watching for any sign of discomfort, or pleasure. That was what Oliver really lived for... making his man happy in any way he could manage.
The warmup was half annoying delay and half necessary pleasure, and Diego tried not to feel impatient as Oliver gave him a fraction of the fullness that he was craving. His dark lashes fluttered closed for a moment and he kept rocking his hips slowly to let his body get adjusted and relax into the penetration. Oliver’s long fingers always felt good, but they were just a tease when he was really worked up. One hand ran restlessly down his front, brushing fingertips over his cock on its way to loosely wrap around Oliver’s. He was dying to touch him back, make sure he was just as hungry as Diego was. Not to mention, the beautiful solid shape of Oliver’s cock in his hand was always a turn on. He let his man work his ass for a moment or two, then let out a soft whine and squirmed with more purpose. “Ready now, mi amor,” he murmured, giving Oliver’s cock a firm squeeze.
Oliver was more than just hungry, he was starving. This was a new town and a new home, but it never felt like theirs until they had christened the place. Moving and trying to acclimate to a new town was always an ordeal, but now it felt everything would work out. It was difficult not to be optimistic when he had his cock buried in his lover. Rather than delay further, or tease, Oliver moved his hand away, but squirted more lube into his hand to get his own cock nice and slick. Scooting in a bit closer, Oliver gripped Diego's hip and used his other hand to guide his cock slowly into place. He was torn between watching Diego's face, and watching the tip of his cock disappear into his ass, and both sights were just beautiful to him. Despite having been together for over a decade now, Oliver still held his breath when he was slipping into Diego's body. It always felt so amazing that he was terrified of coming too soon, but he also wanted to make sure it was good for Diego too.
Diego instinctively shifted a bit to get his pelvis at the right angle, his legs wrapped loosely around Oliver’s hips. He loved this position, the way it kept so much of them so close together, how easy it was to reach so much of Oliver’s body, just everything. A soft moan slipped past his lips as Oliver’s cock began to push into him, fingers pressing into the muscle of his back. That first stretch was always such a divine feeling, Diego relished every warm second of it. After so many years of practice, he’d gotten good at relaxing into all that pressure, and Diego already felt like he was melting into the mattress. He clung tighter to Oliver with his thighs, lifting his head a bit to kiss him again as he groaned a deeper sound. He didn’t know if the Heaven he’d been taught about as a child was real, but this was as close as he was ever going to get to it.
Oliver settled on his elbows, wanting to stay as close to Diego as he could. He moved his hips slowly, wanting to have the breath to kiss his man for just a few moments longer before he couldn't any longer. There was no feeling like this. Not even just the actual sex, but having Diego's legs around him, like he couldn't bear to let Oliver pull away even an inch. It was sexy as hell but there was something comforting about it too. There was nowhere else Oliver felt safer than in Diego's arms, and he didn't care how cheesy that might sound to other people. If they had found this kind of love, then they would understand it. A low groan formed in Oliver's throat as he began to thrust deeper, still trying to keep a steady pace. His entire body trembled and he was desperate to maintain control. He didn't want this over before it had really begun. Oliver nipped at Diego's lower lip and pushed in deep, just wanting to feel that hot tightness around his cock for a moment before he pulled back to fall into a steady rhythm again.
It was a feeling that never got old, having his lover inside of him. Diego clung to him like his life depended on it, because sometimes that honestly felt true. He’d had some religious hangups that had made things a little rocky when they’d first started doing this, leftover conditioning from his very Catholic family back in El Salvador. But that had fallen away quickly enough. Oliver was his religion now, their life together was his salvation. Diego’s breathing was getting deeper and heavier as every thrust of Oliver’s cock sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through his body. Diego loved when he pushed in deep and stayed there, connecting them as close as they could possibly get. He gave a low moan and nipped back at Oliver’s mouth, thighs clenching around him as Diego rocked his hips in time with Oliver’s movements. He moved one hand to run along the side of Oliver’s neck, then up into the hair at the back of his skull. Diego clenched his fingers, a sharper sound escaping him.