nothingyoukeep (nothingyoukeep) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-08-03 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #february 2018, diego, diego x oliver, oliver |
Who: Oliver and Diego
When: Monday February 19, late afternoon
Where: home
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Haisley had been living with Diego and Oliver for a little over a month now, and Diego thought they’d settled in pretty well together. She was a teenager who had been kidnapped and experimented on for a big chunk of her life, so it wasn’t always smooth sailing, but for the most part they were all getting along pretty well. He was optimistic that they would help her work through her issues -- just like Oliver had helped him with his in those early weeks and months and years. Maybe it was too soon to be thinking in such a way, but Diego was starting to see them as a little family.
It made him happy in ways he hadn’t seen coming -- Diego had loved being a boyfriend and living with Oliver since their escape, but lately he’d been having lots of paternal joy that he hadn’t known he was capable of. Sometimes when he made Haisley laugh or caught her napping on the couch or she figured something out about the real world that had taken him a long time to understand, his chest swelled with pride. He’d only known her a month and had nothing to do with her existence, but he was feeling more and more like her dad. It was far too soon to say anything about it, of course, but Diego was privately enjoying the new feelings.
In a weird way it had made him love Oliver more intensely too. He’d been wonderful about the shifting dynamics, patient and kind to the girl, and watching them interact occasionally made Diego want to squeeze him until he popped. Oliver had made room for Haisley in their lives and it meant so much to Diego.
He was humming as he carried a basket full of laundry to fold into the master bedroom of their home. Oliver had a day off and they’d spent most of it relaxing, and Diego smiled to see his man stretched out on the bed with a book in his hand. He dropped the basket at the foot of the bed and crawled up onto the mattress to flop down next to him. “What do you think about ordering Thai tonight, my love?” Diego murmured.
With it just having been the two of them for a little over a decade now, taking in someone new had taken some time to get used to. Oliver had quickly realized just how moody teenage girls could be, as he doubted the up and down emotions were exclusive to Haisley. But she wasn't difficult by any means and while there were certainly some growing pains, things seemed to have settled into a fairly comfortable routine. Haisley had even begun helping Oliver cook dinner on occasion, seemingly interested in learning how to cook. He didn't blame her. He knew the kind of crap the facility had fed their subjects and he had to wonder how long it had been since she had a homecooked meal before her escape.
Diego had taken to Haisley quickly and for that, Oliver was glad. It made him feel less guilty about leaving Diego home alone all day while he worked. The two had a bond Oliver couldn't really replicate, but that was all right. Haisley seemed to have given Diego more purpose and that was something Oliver appreciated.
Today he was enjoying his day off and when Diego entered the room, Oliver lowered his book to his chest to look at him. "Thai sounds great," Oliver replied, grinning a little. "We may have to find something that's not too spicy for Haisley. Steam practically came out of her ears the last time we had it."
Diego gave a soft titter of amusement and scooted in close, rolling onto his side and nuzzling his nose against Oliver’s upper arm. He smelled good, and Diego rested one hand against his stomach. “Mild spice only for the white girl,” he joked, amused. Not that he had much room to talk -- it had taken his palate a while to get used to spicy foods after so long of bland gruel at the facility, but now that he had adapted, he loved it. Diego thought there was something genetic about it, considering his homeland, so maybe Haisley would never like hot food, but they would still try to ease her into it. Diego bit lightly at Oliver’s arm before he propped his head up on one hand and looked at the book on his chest. “What are you reading, handsome?”
Oliver's grin widened. Haisley would get used to spice, he was sure. Or maybe she wouldn't. They would adapt. They had gotten pretty good at that. Glancing at his book, he lifted it up. "Watership Down," he said. "I picked it up when I grabbed some books for Haisley, though she hasn't touched any of them." Oliver paused briefly, some of his smile fading. "I'm not sure what her reading level is. I'm afraid to ask and embarrass her." He knew she could read. He just didn't know how well. "Or maybe she just doesn't like to read. I just want to make sure she has ways to entertain herself when you're not around."
He had noticed that Haisley didn’t seem to read much too. Diego wasn’t around her twenty-four hours a day or anything, he did leave the house sometimes, so maybe he’d missed it, but he wasn’t so sure. He hummed and drummed his fingers lightly against Oliver’s abdomen. “I can ask her maybe,” he said. He thought maybe Haisley would be less embarrassed to tell him than Oliver. Diego had been a voracious reader in the facility, as much as they would allow him, but he understood where she’d come from, and he’d proven by now that he wouldn’t judge her for anything. Diego hoped that was the case, anyway. He leaned in to kiss Oliver’s cheek, truly more interested in his man than their quasi-daughter at the moment. “I’m glad you’re home,” he murmured, smooching Oliver’s jaw next. “I missed you last night.”
Oliver closed the book and set it down beside him on the bed, more focused now on Diego. "I missed you too." He rolled onto his side to face his partner, one arm sliding over Diego's waist. Working the late shift at the hospital was always difficult, but thankfully it was only once or twice a month. He missed being able to go to bed with Diego, though he did enjoy slipping into bed beside him in the wee hours of the morning when he got home. Oliver caught Diego's lips in a quick kiss. "I thought about waking you up but you look too damn cute when you're sleeping."
Diego grinned, shifting in closer until their bodies were lightly pressed together. Any kisses from Oliver, no matter how quick, made him feel warmer in his core. “I look cute all the time, you mean,” he teased, smirking in a cocky sort of way before he pressed their mouths together again, for longer this time. Some jobs Oliver had worked had been better than others about keeping him out late, but so far Mercy Hospital had been decent in that regard. Even this many years later, it kind of sucked to go to bed without him, so Diego was glad for it. They were both there now though, the bedroom door was closed and the house was quiet and still, and having some quality time with his man before dinner felt like a great idea to Diego. He parted his lips to deepen the kiss.
Oliver grinned briefly before his lips were occupied again and his fingers curled into Diego's shirt. One thing he loved about his relationship was that they had been together for over a decade and he still absolutely loved laying around, making out with his man. The blood was already starting to rush to his cock and Oliver let his hand slide down, over Diego's ass. He supposed one downside to taking in a homeless, teenage girl was they had less privacy now than they used to, especially in such a small place. It had sort of put an end to having sex wherever they wanted, at least when Haisley was home. Thinking about the girl prompted Oliver to pull back from Diego's lips, just for a moment. "Haisley's not here is she?" he murmured, his brow raising.
Oliver could still turn him on quicker than anything else in the world. Diego would’ve said it all happened just as fast and often as it had when they met, but he wasn’t a teenager anymore and his body had slowed down a bit. He was still enjoying a lovely spreading heat in his lower belly and tingling in his groin as said body started to wake up, and Oliver’s grip on his ass definitely helped speed things along. He was lifting his leg to hook it over Oliver’s when Oliver broke the kiss. Diego paused, knee up and his eyes cracking open to meet his man’s eyes. “Um ... yeah, I think so,” he murmured back. “She was in her room when I passed by earlier.” Diego felt disappointment already starting to bubble up -- it wouldn’t be the first time Oliver had hit the brakes between them just because the girl was in the house.
It wasn't disappointment that Oliver felt, but mild frustration. Mostly because he wanted to be intimate with Diego, and yes it was difficult to turn his brain off completely when he knew Haisley was so close. Not for the first time he wished they could afford a bigger place. Groaning low in his throat, he glanced over at their shut door. It was way past time that Haisley found some friends her own age. He had seen plenty of teenagers in town but she generally clung to Diego like he was the only person in Point Pleasant. "Do you think she'd want to walk to the movies if we gave her cash?" Oliver whispered, cocking a brow curiously at Diego. "It's not that far, right?"
Diego tilted his head at Oliver and pushed a disapproving half-sigh out through his nose as he shifted back a bit to put a little distance between them. He might as well, since the odds of them fooling around now were plummeting by the second. “And what should we tell her we’re kicking her out for?” he posed, cocking his own eyebrow back. “She’s not dumb or innocent, Oliver, if you’re trying to make us look like monks, that’s not the way.” Diego knew it made Oliver uncomfortable to have sex while Haisley was in the house, and he had some sympathy for it, but it was such a big adjustment that he got frustrated too. They’d been alone for so long, and free to do whatever they wanted within their own four walls, having to pull back for any outside reason was irritating. It was even more so because her presence didn’t bother Diego. He wasn’t going to start randomly sucking Oliver’s cock out in the living room anymore, of course, but their bedroom was a private sanctum, and he hated that Oliver didn’t feel that way. Maybe it was because Diego had been raised with zero privacy, he didn’t know. It just sucked.
Oliver lifted himself up on his elbow, well aware that his self-conscious nature with Haisley being in the house could be frustrating. Was frustrating. He didn't enjoy it any more than Diego did. "I know she's not dumb, or innocent," Oliver said calmly. "I'm not trying to make us look like monks either. But how are you going to feel if she brings a boy, or girl, home and... we can hear that from her room? I'm sorry, it's just mildly uncomfortable for me." He sighed and glanced back at the door again. If she was in her room she was probably on the phone they had bought her a while back. Maybe she was listening to music with her headphones in. And Haisley never came into their room, or even opened the door, without knocking first. Oliver looked back at Diego and scooted in closer again before leaning over to nuzzle their noses together. "Maybe I can try and be quiet," he murmured with a small grin before catching Diego's mouth in another kiss.
Diego thought that if and when Haisley brought someone home, he would just try to occupy himself with loud music or something to give them some privacy. She was young, but she wasn’t thirteen or something. He might not be comfortable if she started having crazy wall-banging sex in her room, but they were adults and she wasn’t, so it felt different somehow. Maybe it shouldn’t, but it did. It made Diego think they ought to have a talk with her about sex though. He hadn’t known anything but his own impulses when he’d been in the facility, and he was sure they hadn’t taught Haisley anything either. If she was going to bring anyone home, she should be educated about it. Oliver distracted him from that line of thought by getting closer again, and Diego couldn’t help but smile a tiny bit. “I can always put a pillow over your head,” he teased in a murmur in between kisses. Diego’s hand found Oliver’s side again and stroked his thumb there. “It’s still your home, mi amor,” he added. “And I need all of you.”
Oliver had occasionally wondered what they ought to be teaching Haisley but he seemed to clam up anytime he thought about anything personal. He had no real experience with teenage girls beyond the ones he went to high school with and even then Oliver had been somewhat awkward and unsure. He had been taught sex education, or whatever the schools passed for sex ed at the time, but frankly, he learned everything from Diego, and vice versa. They had fumbled along together. But he didn't really want to think too deeply about trying to explain sex to Haisley. Not when he had Diego in bed with him. But honestly, the girl needed to make some friends and soon. "I know," Oliver said, ducking his face down to nip at Diego's jaw as his hand dipped low to slip underneath Diego's shirt, where his fingers sought out bare skin. "Sometimes I just miss being able to have you anywhere I want you."
Perhaps coming from such a sheltered environment was a boon sometimes -- Diego didn’t have any awkward social conditioning to trip him up. He’d never really been around teenage girls, but he’d taught himself enough about sex and biology from books in the years he’d been free that he felt like he understood how their bodies worked, at least. And the last thing they needed was a pregnant teenage girl living with them. Diego resolved to talk to Haisley sometime soon, then shifted all his focus to Oliver. It was hard not to when he felt his man’s hand on his bare skin. Letting out a longer, slower breath, Diego tilted his head to the side to give Oliver room and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Me too,” he murmured. “I miss you bending me over the counter ... the back of the couch ... the bathroom sink ...” He grinned faintly, slipping his fingers through Oliver’s hair.
His lips pressed a trail down to Diego's throat where he kissed and nipped with his teeth. He certainly missed the privacy that came with living alone, although he didn't regret taking Haisley in. Oliver just wished he'd had the foresight to find a bigger place. Not that they could afford a lot, but still. He hummed his agreement, because yes, he missed all of those things too. But they still have their bedroom, and their bed. The shower. And if Haisley started making friends and getting out and about, they could take advantage of their alone time again. Sliding his hand over Diego's abdomen, Oliver let his fingers trail down to the waistband of his pants, his fingertips slipping inside just a little. He was determined to just ignore the fact that Haisley was home and try to push past that self-consciousness. His hardening cock was certainly aiding in that goal.
Diego was pretty sure their home was at least somewhat temporary for Haisley. They would help get her on her feet and teach her about the world, then she would fly the nest like a pretty exotic bird. Diego personally hoped she wouldn’t fly too far, so they could keep helping her out, but he didn’t see this as a long-term arrangement. He and Oliver would be humping in the kitchen again before too long. The girl was rapidly fading out of his mind as Oliver’s hand roamed further down his body, his own brushing down over the stubble along the hard line of his jaw and the lean muscle of his neck. Oliver’s mouth at his neck was sending little shivers through him, and he could feel his cock lengthening as if it was reaching up toward those exploring fingers. Diego reached for the hem of Oliver’s t-shirt to start peeling it upward, ready to feel more bare skin touching.
Haisley was no longer a thought in Oliver's mind as he shifted and helped Diego discard his shirt. Once it was out of the way, he gripped the hem of Diego's shirt to do the same. He couldn't quite think of anything else but getting Diego naked and once they were both bare chested, Oliver moved away until he was standing at the foot of the bed, reaching forward to grip Diego's pants so he could tug them down and off. Pure lust seemed to throb through every inch of his body and he was more than ready to kiss and lick every inch of Diego's body. Groaning softly at the sight in front of him, Oliver leaned over to start pressing kisses along Diego's thigh, his hands roaming over bare skin. His worry over Haisley hearing them had become a very distant memory, especially now that he had Diego naked in their bed.
Diego touched Oliver’s chest and sides as much as he could before he got out of reach, and then he eagerly drank him in with his eyes. He never, ever forgot that his man was gorgeous, but when he was shirtless and aroused, Diego just melted for him. He moved his legs and lifted his hips so Oliver could undress him the rest of the way, those firm tugs of clothing against his skin just as delicious as they always were. Extra warmth in his cheeks and chest, Diego spread his legs, letting out his own quiet moan as Oliver’s mouth connected with his skin. He buried his fingers in Oliver’s curls and closed his eyes for the moment, soaking in the sensations of hands and lips on him. He was hard as a rock now, his cock lifting off his belly as his abs clenched with the tickle-tingle of growing arousal. He’d all but forgotten Haisley even existed.
Even after a decade of being together Oliver still couldn't get enough of Diego. The way he tasted, and smelled. Oliver bit lightly at Diego's thigh before grinning and running his hands over Diego's hips. His own cock flexed, eager for attention but it was easy enough to ignore his own arousal for now. Diego had been more than patient with Oliver as he tried to get used to having another presence in the house and Oliver had always gotten off on giving his man as much pleasure as he could. His mouth was always drawn to Diego's body and this was no exception. Peering up at his lover, Oliver flicked his tongue out against the head of Diego's cock before he sucked lightly at the tip. Even with Haisley in the house, it still felt like they had all the time in the world and Oliver wasn't in the mood to rush it this time.
The little bite made him twitch and grin, and Diego tucked his free hand behind his head and opened his eyes again to gaze down at Oliver. Everything he’d read about relationships had told him that the fire would fade eventually, but it still hadn’t happened. Sure, Oliver had to work and stuff, so they couldn’t be all over each other constantly, but that desire for his man hadn’t diminished at all in the years they’d been together. Oliver still made Diego’s heart race and his cock swell, turning him back into that aching hormonal teenager with just a look. But now, unlike inside the facility, he could do stuff like that ... “Dios mío,” he groaned quietly before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. God, that felt so good, and looked even better. Diego was addicted to watching his cock slip between Oliver’s lips, he thought he could endure being teased like that for hours as long as he got to watch it. His hips flexed upward a tiny bit, his body hungry for more.
There was honestly nothing better than making Diego squirm and move beneath him. Sometimes they were too impatient to tease and draw things out, but they had time together and Oliver wanted to drive Diego crazy for a bit. Maybe he could even get him to beg. Watching Diego's face, Oliver drew his cock deeper into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste of it, the way it felt so heavy and warm against his tongue. As teenagers, the passion between them had been intense and Oliver couldn't say any of that had dulled over time. If anything, it had only gotten better. Oliver knew Diego's body as well as his own, and vice versa. He knew what made Diego twitch and moan. He knew where to kiss and lick and just where to touch. Oliver knew a lot of people would have wanted variety, to experiment and sow their oats, so to speak. But not Oliver. He had found his soulmate when he was nineteen and there hadn't been anyone else who had ever sparked the kind of fire in his gut that Diego did. They were lucky, and he knew that. Sucking gently now, Oliver slipped his fingers around the base of Diego's cock to start stroking slowly.
Being with someone else in a sexual sense had only ever crossed Diego’s mind in a fleeting, curious way, and not for quite a few years now. He had no real desire for it -- Oliver kept him more than spoiled on pleasure. He had just been curious about it occasionally in the way he’d been curious about a lot of things about the outside world. But the more Diego had matured and gotten to know people in that world, the more grateful he was for Oliver. His man was a beautiful, generous soul, and Diego adored every inch of him, inside and out. No one else could possibly come close to competing with him. It wasn’t just because he could play Diego’s body like an instrument, but that was definitely a plus. Diego felt himself melting further and further into pleasure as Oliver toyed with him, the gentleness of it all twisting that sweet tension in his stomach even tighter. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered down to his love, fingers running restlessly through Oliver’s hair. “Your lips look so good wrapped around my cock.” He loved this unrushed pace, having not a care in the world but enjoying what his lover was giving him.
Oliver hummed in response as his mouth was currently occupied. But Diego's words sent flushed warmth through him, intensifying his arousal and his love. He would stay there as long as Diego wanted him to, eager to show his man just how much Oliver adored and wanted him, even when he was worried that a teenage girl might overhear their lovemaking. His purpose in life was to make Diego happy and he was more than content with that knowledge. Settled between Diego's legs, Oliver felt almost lazy. He bobbed his head over Diego's cock, sucking firmly now, though with a leisurely pace as not to set his lover off too quickly. It felt like the right time to pamper him, even if he had been hesitant to do anything moments before. But god, he needed this as much as Diego did, that physical connection that was just as important to their relationship as everything else.
Any concern over Haisley hearing anything had dissipated -- not that Diego had much to begin with. She had headphones, he knew that for a fact, so if they got loud enough to make her feel awkward, she had an easy escape. Hell, maybe it was good for her, in a way, to see that passionate love could last this long. So much of the media was so pessimistic about that, and Diego had always been proud that he and Oliver defied those stereotypes. They were just as horny for each other as ever. He groaned low in his throat and let his head fall back against the mattress while Oliver indulged his cock like he was enjoying it just as much as Diego did. He kept touching his man as much as he could, fingers roaming through his hair and down the sides of his jaw, brushing against the hollow of his cheeks cheeks and wet lips. Diego started to lose track of time, fully focused on the sensations Oliver was calling up in his body, his core starting to tremble and rock a tiny bit as the pleasure carried him along.
Oliver had always loved that Diego was so eager to touch him, no matter what they were doing. He had been so unsure of himself when they were teenagers and just starting to explore their intimacy, but something so small as to have his hair stroked while he was giving head made Oliver feel like a god. It was probably silly, but he didn't care. As long as Diego was this responsive, Oliver knew he was doing something right. Taking him deeper, Oliver groaned when he felt Diego's cock at the back of his throat. Then he began to suck in earnest, wanting to drive Diego right to the peak. His own cock was aching with need, pre-cum dripping into the blanket beneath him. It was the most exquisite form of torture, wanting so much and denying himself. And it was always worth the wait.
Diego was reactive by nature anyway -- for so long it had been a detriment to him, just another way he got himself into trouble, but then Oliver had come into his life and everything had changed. Oliver never tried to dilute his passion, whether it was for sex or anger or anything else. He could be as fiery as he wanted. Though currently he did try to muffle his noise a bit, since it had just been a concern, but even through his bitten lips, his moans were difficult to keep quiet. To him, Oliver was a god in these moments, bringing him more pleasure than he could ever create in himself. He indulged in it for a while, breathing heavy and slow-squirming under Oliver’s attentions, letting that antsy, needy feeling take over. Once he got to the point where he felt like he wanted to fuck Oliver’s mouth until he came, Diego lifted his head and gently nudged his lover off of him. “Your turn, mi amor,” he whispered huskily. “Then I want to ride your cock.”
Oliver would have done whatever Diego wanted him to do in that moment, including letting him fuck his mouth to completion. But, he had to admit, his pulse picked up at the thought of Diego's lips wrapped around his own cock, so Oliver grinned and then pressed kisses along Diego's abdomen before he moved to lay on his back, his arms immediately reaching for his lover. All he could do was hope he didn't go off too soon because he wanted to feel surrounded by every inch of Diego, for as long as he could bear it. It wasn't like they had been monks for the past month or so, but this definitely felt like they were able to take their time in the privacy of their own bedroom, even with Haisley still in the house. Oliver knew now that she wouldn't interrupt them, and for that he was more than grateful. His entire focus now was on Diego and this little cocoon of passion they'd enveloped themselves in.
Haisley was not on Diego’s mind at all anymore, all of his focus was on his lover as Oliver stretched out next to him. He was so gorgeous, Diego had to force patience on the part of him that wanted to take Oliver’s cock into himself immediately. All in good time, there was no need to rush, he knew from lots of experience that the throbbing need in his balls could wait without killing him. He hummed his appreciation as he looked Oliver over, plastering his body to his man’s side for a moment so he could kiss him deep. Diego could taste just a hint of himself on Oliver’s tongue, and it gave him another sweet throb. “Hermoso,” he whispered as he pulled back, lifting himself up onto his hands and knees. Diego kissed Oliver’s lips once more, then started kissing his way down the front of Oliver’s body, neck and collarbones and chest and stomach, until he was settled between his spread thighs. He kind of wanted to lick him from head to toe, but Oliver’s cock was too tempting, flushed and leaking against his belly. Glancing up only briefly, Diego slid his tongue against the underside of it, then the sides, bathing it before he slipped his fingers around the base. Diego gently pulled the foreskin back and slipped the head between his lips to lightly suck.
It was like falling back into heaven. Or at least what Oliver imagined heaven felt like. That was probably blasphemous or something, to compare getting his cock sucked to the afterlife, but... Oliver didn't care one bit. It was such a deliciously sweet feeling, one that traveled down his spine, to the tips of his fingers and toes. Diego's mouth felt so damn good. Oliver kept his eyes open, watching his lover as his hands ran through Diego's hair slowly, softly. Just the sight of it had his blood running hot. "You're so gorgeous," he murmured.
Oliver may have been the more leading-man-handsome of the two of them, but he’d never failed to make Diego feel like a supermodel. Especially in moments like this. Diego hummed around Oliver’s cock as he slowly slid him deeper into his mouth. Behind his lips, he stroked his tongue against it, loving the taste and texture of his man. He still remembered that first exploratory blowjob, how he’d spent what felt like hours just exploring Oliver’s curves and dips, marveling at how different it all was from his own. He felt like he’d gotten hopelessly addicted to Oliver that night, and now sucking his cock was one of Diego’s favorite things to do. His hand slipped further between Oliver’s thighs to toy with his balls and stroke the space behind them. He slowly started to bob his head, tongue still flicking against Oliver’s hard shaft.
As badly as Oliver wanted to continue watching Diego work his magic on his cock, the pleasure rushing through his body had begun to intensify to the point where it was near impossible to keep his eyes open. He let his head fall back on the bed, a groan emitting from his lips as his fingers curled loosely around Diego's dark hair. His breathing grew heavier and it took every ounce of control not to start squirming, or thrusting up into Diego's mouth. They were in no hurry, no matter what his body was telling him. But Diego certainly knew what he was doing, and how to drive Oliver crazy and Oliver couldn't imagine anyone else ever knowing his body the way his man did. "Fuck," he whispered, his toes curling when Diego hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Oliver was normally very even-keeled and calm, so Diego loved making his control over himself slip. He loved listening to those moans and the labored breathing and knowing he was the one doing that to his man. And the only one who ever had. Diego was fiercely possessive of Oliver, something that had reared an uglier head on occasion out on the road when someone got too flirty, but this was the good side of it. They belonged to each other, completely. He moaned his own enjoyment around Oliver’s cock, sucking harder as he started to move his head a bit faster. His own dick was hot and throbbing with need where it rested against his thigh, but he could be patient. He wanted Oliver to ride the edge for a little while before Diego started to ride him.
Riding the edge was something Oliver felt like he was pretty skilled at. Diego always knew just how to tease, how to get him so close, and then pull him back again. Today was no different. As Diego's mouth became more enthusiastic, Oliver's groans grew louder. His thighs tensed and Oliver opened his eyes, lifting his head from the pillow to look down at his man, looking ridiculously sexy with his beautiful lips wrapped around Oliver's cock. It was a damn miracle that he didn't go off right then and there. "I'm gonna come," Oliver warned breathlessly, tugging at Diego's hair. As badly as he wanted to let go, Oliver wanted to fuck Diego more and he knew for damn sure that Diego wanted the same thing.
Diego didn’t strictly need the warning, since he knew Oliver’s body almost better than his own, but it was still appreciated. He pulled his mouth off of Oliver’s cock with a low chuckle and sat up on his knees, lightly teasing the tips of his fingers against the slick shaft just a bit. “Not yet,” he murmured as he started shifting his position. Oliver didn’t need to be told, of course, but Diego kind of relished the control of the delay. He swung one knee after the other over Oliver’s hips until he was straddling him, then leaned down to kiss him as he let the warm tip of his cock drag against Oliver’s stomach, wet with precum. “You’re going to feel so good inside me, lover,” he whispered against Oliver’s lips. He pulled away just long enough to reach for the bottle of lube on the nightstand then, straightened up again, kneeling over his man as he got his palm slick and reached behind him to slowly rub it over Oliver’s cock. “Ready?”
With Diego straddling him, Oliver's hands were drawn directly to his man, sliding over his stomach and hips, gripping him tight as he watched Diego get his cock nice and slick. His toes curled again and Oliver pressed his heels into the mattress, groaning low in his throat at the sweet sensations that throbbed deep in his groin. God, everything Diego did got Oliver's blood running hot and he watched his lover under heavy-lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted to draw in shallow breaths. "You can feel how ready I am," Oliver murmured, his lips curving faintly. He was being as patient as he could be, but the desire to be buried deep inside of Diego was driving him. Every muscle felt tense, waiting with anticipation. And Diego looked incredible above him, his hair tousled, his eyes hazy and dark with arousal. Even now, a decade later, Oliver still had no idea how he had gotten so damn lucky.
Diego could indeed feel it, and he grinned wickedly back as he let his free hand wander to his own cock for a couple of light strokes at the same pace. He was feeling plenty impatient too though, so he didn’t tease for long. Catching his bottom lip in his teeth, Diego shifted himself back a bit and got the tip of Oliver’s cock pressed in the right spot. This hadn’t always been as easy for them as it was now, but over the years his body had gotten used to regular sex, and now it was second nature to him to relax as he eased back and took Oliver into himself. Diego went slow, rolling his hips a bit to aid in the stretch as he went, and soon enough he was settling his weight down on Oliver’s lap. Dear God, did that feel good. He let out a low groan, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he rocked just enough to get adjusted to Oliver’s girth. His own cock felt like it got even harder, bobbing lazily over Oliver’s lower belly.
He had felt that tight squeeze so many times over the past ten years or so and it had never lost any of its potency. It still made Oliver shiver, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as his body strained and begged to rut and thrust until he was emptying his balls and depleted completely. But, with Diego, Oliver had learned how to ride that edge without diving off completely and he gripped Diego's thighs hard until he was sure he would be all right to move again. "Good god, you feel amazing," Oliver breathed, finally opening his eyes to peer up at his lover. His hands smoothed up Diego's thighs, fingers grazing his hip bones until he brought one hand down to start exploring Diego's cock. Not stroking, or gripping, but simply touching, wanting to feel every inch and ridge, that perfect combination of heat and softness. "I love you so much."
Diego was good with letting them both adjust to the connection before he started moving. He knew now from experience that fucking Oliver from any direction could set him off before they’d even had a chance to begin, and neither of them wanted that. He loved Oliver’s hands on him anywhere, but especially his cock, and a little shiver ran through him at the soft touches to that overly sensitive skin. “I love you too,” he breathed, the words almost a reflex now that his brain was foggy with pleasure. Diego shifted his knees a bit, then lifted himself up halfway before sinking back down again. It was like his body was in constant conflict over what it liked more -- the depth or the friction. He just had to work up to having the most of both. Diego’s eyes rolled shut and he moaned as he started up a slow rhythm over Oliver’s cock, rolling his hips to feel his love rub against every bit of him.
The muscles in Oliver's thighs clenched with every movement that Diego made, his fingers pressing into Diego's flesh, just to have something to hold onto. He watched his man move, momentarily distracted by his own pleasure at how sexy the image was, how sexy the image always was. It didn't matter which way Oliver had him, he thought Diego was nothing short of a god whenever he was naked and beneath, or above, Oliver's own body. Watching the flickers of pleasure across Diego's face only added to the entire experience and after a few minutes, Oliver couldn't hold back from starting to move his hips beneath him. He maintained some control and thrust up slowly, wanting to take it all at Diego's pace. They'd been having sex, but it felt so long since they had taken their time and really enjoyed it so Oliver wanted this to last as long as humanly possible.
Diego wasn’t sure if other people got as hooked on their lovers as he had gotten to Oliver, but he loved the fact that no matter how many times he’d had Oliver inside of him, or vice versa, it never got old. It had definitely changed as his body adapted to it and they’d discovered what drove each other crazy with pleasure, but that had only made it even more incredible. He watched Oliver’s face in return, groaning low in his throat as his man started to move under him to push his cock in deeper on every downstroke. Diego braced his hands against Oliver’s chest, a hotter sort of darkness to his eyes. They’d never played much with the concept of dominance in the bedroom, but God knew he loved to be the one holding the reins sometimes, loved knowing he was filling his beautiful man up to the brim with pleasure. Diego started to roll his hips with a bit more speed, his soft sounds gaining some volume as Oliver’s cock hit that perfect spot inside of him.
Groaning when Diego began to move faster, Oliver slid his hands around to the small of Diego's back, his fingertips pressing into the hot flesh he found there. Like Diego, Oliver had never thought much about dominance in terms of their sex life. They always seemed in sync in the bedroom, their minds and bodies adjusting to the mood. Oliver enjoyed holding Diego down while he drove him crazy with pleasure as much as he enjoyed having Diego's weight on top of him. He couldn't imagine it being any other way, or being with another like this. It just seemed unfathomable that it would ever be this good. "You feel so good," Diego breathed, well aware that those words were so simple and really didn't capture just how good it felt. But he couldn't think or comprehend much beyond the intense sensations pulsing through his body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His own hips kept pace with Diego's, thrusting harder, just to draw more of those noises from his lover.
Oliver didn’t have to be eloquent about it, Diego understood. He was right there in the thick of it with him, and he’d been on both ends of it enough to know just how good a tight body felt bouncing on his cock. The added force from underneath made every thrust feel like it was sending him flying, the intense pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. He’d lost all sense of how loud he was being now, carried away by what they were doing and the sensations it was creating in him. There was nobody else in the universe to Diego right then, much less anyone else he ever wanted to fuck. Oliver was it for him, and Diego was more than satisfied. He felt himself getting closer to his edge but he didn’t want to be done yet, so Diego slowed his movements down and leaned forward, bracing himself with hands on either side of Oliver’s head as he bent down to kiss him hungrily, for as long as he had the breath for. He moaned against his lips before he pulled back to whisper, “Fuck me on the edge, baby?” Their bed in this place was tall enough for Oliver to stand at the side of it and fuck Diego while he laid back and enjoyed it, and it was perfect. They could look at each other, they could both reach his cock, and they could kiss if they wanted. And right then Diego wanted more of him, harder.
Oliver was panting by the time Diego slowed down and his body strained, protesting against the sudden shift in pace and angle. But it was still exquisite torture and Oliver grinned lazily before patting Diego's hip to get him to move. "Anything you want." And usually anything Diego wanted, Oliver wanted too, so he was more than happy to change things up. When Diego climbed off of him, Oliver shifted quickly off of the bed, stroking his cock absently until Diego was on his back. That was as good a view for Oliver as having Diego above him. He might have waited a moment or two to appreciate how gorgeous his lover was, but Oliver's body was impatient and needy, so he gripped Diego's thighs, tugging him a bit closer to the edge of the bed before reaching down to guide himself back into Diego's body. A low groan emitted in his throat and his eyes closed as he savored that tight sensation all over again. "You drive me crazy, love." Another understatement, but words continually failed him when he was making love to Diego.
They always seemed to be on the same page in the bedroom and Diego loved it. It probably came from being together for so long, and having built their list of likes and dislikes from scratch together, but he preferred the explanation that they were soulmates. God or the cosmos or fate or something had led Oliver to find him, it had practically been love at first sight, and they’d been going strong ever since. They were made for each other, it was that simple. He let out another soft moan as Oliver pulled him in closer, always liking being manhandled in bed, then groaned louder when his man’s cock stretched him open again. God, Diego could never get enough of that feeling. “Fuck, te amo,” he breathed. His hands reached to stroke up Oliver’s arms before they moved to grip the backs of his own thighs to hold his legs in the right position. “Fuck me, please baby ...”
He didn't need to be asked twice. Oliver wasn't sure he would have been able to stop even if he'd had to. His hands slid down Diego's legs and then down to his hips. He held onto him, groaning and grunting softly with every thrust. His eyelids were heavy but he kept them open to watch Diego's face before he took one hand to curl his fingers around Diego's cock, stroking in time with his hips, just to get Diego on the edge. His own back felt damp, but he had always enjoyed vigorous sex, being able to feel his muscles strain against his lover and his body feeling the work out much later. Hoarse, murmured words of love and encouragement broke free from Oliver's lips as he began to move harder, unable to really rein in his control much longer.
Diego had discovered early on that he loved to be watched, and he loved watching Oliver back. Seeing the way Oliver’s muscles really started straining with effort when they fucked always made the heat in the pit of his stomach feel even hotter. God, his man was sexy. Especially when he was staring at Diego with those soulful eyes, dark with lust and pleasure. His back arched up off the bed at the feel of Oliver’s hand around his cock, and Diego couldn’t hold back on his moans. He lifted his hands to grip the bed sheets next to his head, forcing his eyes open again to watch Oliver’s body pound into his. Why was it always the most fleeting of moments that he wanted to live in forever? Everything felt so good and his balls were tight and throbby and Diego held out as long as he could, but finally he had to gasp a half-sensical warning to Oliver that he was about to come.
They had been together for so long that Oliver knew Diego's rhythms well enough now to know when his man was on the edge. He took a brief moment to spit into his hand before curling his fingers around Diego's cock again to stroke faster, his hips pounding against Diego's ass with abandon. He was on the precipice himself, low grunts forming in his throat with every thrust. "Come for me, love," Oliver groaned, his thighs straining as sweat formed at his temples. He wanted to watch Diego first, the sight of his lover in the throes of pleasure the only thing Oliver needed at the moment to fall over the edge himself.
Hearing those words in particular always seemed to set Diego off the fastest, the idea that his pleasure gave Oliver pleasure was an intense turn on. Of course, Oliver’s fist pumping around him and the way his cock drove into Diego over and over had a lot to do with it too. He was completely lost in it, his universe narrowed to this moment and his lover only, and Diego lost all control of his volume as he started to peak. Strained curses and then nothing but helpless cries spilled from his lips as he arched and writhed on Oliver’s cock, his hips bucking up as he came hard. Diego shuddered and whined while his dick throbbed in his lover’s grip, spilling all over both of them. His head spun and Diego couldn’t think about anything but the overwhelming pleasure.
God help him, there was nothing sexier than watching his man lose all control like that. Oliver bared his teeth briefly as fresh sparks of arousal exploded inside of him. His hand was sticky with Diego's cum and he used it to stroke Diego a couple more times before letting go and gripping the back of Diego's thighs and pushing them higher against his body. It was so easy to forget everything else. Responsibilities, the facility, Haisley... all that mattered to Oliver was right there in his bed. His balls felt high and tight and Oliver thrust deep into Diego, a guttural groan escaping him as his cock jerked and swelled. He held onto Diego for a few moments longer before his spine seemed to melt and his knees shook. Releasing Diego's thighs, Oliver leaned over his man and rested his hands on either side of his face before nuzzling Diego's nose. "I love you so much," he breathed.
Oliver falling over the edge right after him always seemed to enhance Diego’s orgasm, and he moaned helplessly as he felt his lover release inside of him. Fuck, he loved that feeling, it was like being marked and owned but still in the freest way. Maybe it was weird, but he loved knowing parts of Oliver were left inside him. They belonged to each other, and they became one flesh as much as humanly possible, as often as they could. Oliver let his legs slide down until they clung loosely to Oliver’s hips, his hands running lazily over his sides and arms while he nuzzled Oliver back and caught his breath. “I love you too,” he whispered, a dopey grin crossing his face. He tilted his head to press a few brief kisses against his man’s lips. As he blood cooled, he remembered that Haisley existed, and he let out a little titter. “So much for stealthy sex, right?”
Oliver hummed in his throat and nuzzled Diego's nose again before lifting his head to glance at the closed door. "With any luck she's got headphones on. Or maybe she went for a walk." With his heartbeat starting to find a normal rhythm again, Oliver was starting to worry that maybe their lovemaking had been loud and made the girl uncomfortable. Or maybe it was his own embarrassment. Not that he was really feeling embarrassed. How could he after that? His body felt so good. Sighing, Oliver grinned and kissed Diego again before slowly pulling away. "I feel like I could sleep for the next eight hours, to tell you the truth. You wore me out."
There wasn’t an ounce of embarrassment in Diego at the moment -- though really he didn’t get embarrassed by much anymore. He used to be ashamed of the things he didn’t know about the world, like money and insurance and driving laws and shit like that, but that had all faded with experience. Embarrassed by the functions of being a human being though? Never. He did hope they hadn’t made Haisley uncomfortable, but hell, maybe she felt the same after being under close observation for most of her life. Some things you just got used to not hiding. Diego let out a little moan of regret as Oliver pulled back, then let his legs relax and gave a luxurious stretch. “Ooh, a nap sounds heavenly,” he murmured with a lazy smile. “Short one before dinner?”
Oliver stretched out on the bed beside Diego, aware that they'd probably have to move into a more comfortable position before napping but damn it felt good just to stretch out for a moment. "Definitely," he said, reaching out to slip a hand over Diego's abdomen. "Maybe we can let Haisley pick what we have for dinner." He didn't want to add because we may have made her uncomfortable but it was probably evident enough. He had no idea if she was even inside anymore, but she was pretty smart about staying close to the house if she went out for fresh air.
Diego wanted to clean up before any sleep happened anyway, even though that meant putting on a robe and going outside and down the hall to the bathroom and all that. It was a lot of effort not to be sticky and itchy when he woke up, but worth it. He would be able to see if they’d driven Haisley out of the house too, and maybe put Oliver’s fretting to ease. “Sounds good,” he murmured. Diego smiled faintly as he covered Oliver’s hand with his own, then leaned in to kiss him softly again. “I love you,” he whispered. “You’re the best man I know.” It was probably sappy of him, but he couldn’t imagine anyone else in Oliver’s place, sacrificing and enduring everything he had and being so wonderful about it. Diego thanked God every day for him.
Oliver smiled sleepily. "I love you too. I would say you don't know many men, but I'm going to take the compliment." He curled his fingers around Diego's and lifted them to his lips to kiss. He probably needed to clean up too but now that he was in bed and his muscles were relaxing, all he wanted to do was close his eyes and doze for a bit. Then he could shower and maybe take Diego and Haisley to Dino's for pizza. It wouldn't be so bad to get out of the house for a bit, despite the chilly weather.
“Good, you’d better,” Diego murmured with a soft titter. Maybe he didn’t know many men as well as he knew Oliver, but he’d met enough at this point in his life to know that he’d gotten a good one. So lucky. He could see the drowsiness in his lover’s eyes and since he was the dirtier one of the two, he moved to start getting up. “I’ll get you a rag,” he told Oliver and planted another quick kiss on him. Once they were both reasonably clean, they could cuddle up and nap an hour or so away, then get on with their evening, nicely sated. Happily humming low in his throat, Diego shrugged into his flannel robe, tied it off, and slipped out the door to the hall.