Diego (gravitated) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-05-12 08:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, diego, diego x oliver, oliver |
Who: Oliver and Diego
When: Evening, Saturday, June 30th
Where: Home
Warning: NSFW
Status: completed
Oliver hadn’t brought it up much since it happened, but he had been keeping a close eye on Diego ever since their day at the carnival. His man seemed to be in good spirits but that didn’t mean what happened on the merry-go-round wasn’t still lingering in his mind.
Since she’d had to leave it early earlier in the week, Haisley had taken off to the carnival again with a few kids her age who also lived in Seaview. Oliver hadn’t wanted to let her go, but she wasn't exactly a child and he knew if something happened to her, she would call them. Besides, it was kind of nice having an evening alone with Diego and Oliver had begun baking empanadas for dinner as the sun set outside. He could hear thunder rolling in the distance and knew a storm was brewing, but he was hoping Haisley would at least be home before it got too bad.
Standing in the kitchen, Oliver was cutting the dough he had made from scratch, smiling when Diego wandered into the room. “Hey there… want to help with dicing up the red pepper?”
Diego had fretted some himself about Haisley going back to the carnival with friends. The friends were the key part for him, there was safety in numbers and she would have support if something weird happened to her ... but it had still been hard for him to let her go too. She was a young woman though, they couldn’t keep her locked up away from the world. She would never learn to survive that way.
The vivid horrible memory Diego had re-lived had stuck with him. He’d had a couple of bad dreams about it, waking up breathing hard and in a cold sweat. Details kept drifting through his mind during idle moments. Diego had been doing his best to keep it all under wraps, to just shrug it off as things he hadn’t thought about in years ... but he’d never remembered it so vividly before. He supposed he still had processing to do.
Having a nice little night alone with Oliver seemed like it would be a pleasant distraction, and Diego smiled as he came into the kitchen to find him cooking. He stepped up behind Oliver and slipped his arms around him, pressing a couple of kisses against the side of his neck. “Of course,” he murmured as he let go and moved to grab a knife and the cutting board. “So what are we going to do with our child-free evening?” Diego glanced over with a little smirk.
"I can think of a few things," Oliver said, smiling. "Clearly some food and wine to start." He wanted a romantic night, where they could enjoy each other's company without talk of dangerous things, or what Haisley might be doing. He had even bought a couple of candles earlier in the day, to light at the small dining table. Cheesy, maybe, but Oliver didn't care. They could use some cheesiness in their lives right now. "And then," he continued, setting aside the dough cutter and wiping his hands briefly on the dish towel beside him. "I was hoping you would let me get you naked."
Diego was looking forward to having a romantic night alone too, which could’ve just consisted of takeout and TV as far as he was concerned. But real delicious food and candles and just some chill time with his man was even better. Diego chuckled as he started cutting into the red pepper, shooting Oliver an amused glance. “Because that’s always such a challenge,” he said with a little ‘tsk’. It almost never was, of course, Diego was pretty much constantly eager for Oliver to undress him, but they both knew that. Maybe the past few days had put a bit of a damper on it though, and he wondered vaguely if Oliver was doing all of this to try and make him feel better. He leaned over to steal a quick kiss from Oliver’s lips, then went back to chopping. “I love you,” he murmured. “I hate that she went back but I’m a little glad too.”
Oliver was doing all of this for both of them, in all honesty. Diego deserved cheering up, to be fed and loved and Oliver wanted to be the one to do it for him. With the dough cut properly, Oliver turned on the stovetop to get the filling started. "She'll be all right," Oliver promised, opening the pack of beef he had bought at the grocery store earlier. "She's smart and if she starts to feel something wrong, I'm sure she'll call us. I'm just happy she's out with other kids her age." Haisley seemed a bit lost sometimes and he understood she didn't exactly have the social skills most kids had at this point in her life. But she was learning and that's all they could hope for. "How are you feeling, though?"
He was sure Oliver was right, Haisley would be okay. It was sometimes difficult to quell the parental impulses to keep her close at all times -- there was still so much she didn’t know about the world. But she would never learn properly in confinement, and it would make him not much better than the people who’d kept him captive during his own formative years. Diego just wanted her to be safe. He also wanted his relationship to be safe too, so he needed to focus on the here and now. He took a deep breath and tilted his head back and forth as he finished up with the pepper. “Been better, been worse,” he said. Diego set the knife down and looked for something else to help with, feeling like he wanted to keep his hands busy. “It was a lifetime ago, you know? And I knew ... in a way. I didn’t remember it that clearly, but I knew what had happened. Having the images fresh in my head, though ... I’m sure it will fade again with time.”
Oliver nodded towards the dough on the counter. "Want to shape the dough?" It would give Diego something to do with his hands while they talked, which would help keep things calm. "Traumatic things are always hovering just beneath the surface, no matter how long ago they happened. But I wish I could take those memories from you." He would have taken on all of Diego's trauma if he could have. They'd had a pretty good life so far, but sometimes these things popped up and Oliver was reminded of how fucked up Diego's childhood had really been. Diego was just so full of love and light that it was sometimes easy to forget where they had come from.
Diego smiled faintly and leaned in to kiss Oliver on the mouth briefly. Then he went to wash his hands since he would be handling the dough. “I know, my love,” he said. Even if it was possible, Diego knew he wouldn’t saddle Oliver with all of his bad memories and damage, but he still appreciated the sentiment. But everything he’d been through had made him who he was, so Diego couldn’t really wish none of it had ever happened. God only knew who and where he would be if it hadn’t. Definitely not where he was now, and he loved the life they’d built together. Diego dried his hands and started shaping the dough, content to work side by side with his love for a little while. “I am all right though, I don’t want you to worry about me,” he added after a moment. “I’m not sure why it happened when it did, but it hasn’t happened again.”
Oliver still wondered if Diego had been on that ride as a child somewhere and it had just triggered the trauma. He didn't know and he wasn't equipped to figure it out either. There were therapists out there and while Oliver still felt Diego ought to talk to one, his situation was so strange and out of the norm that Oliver had no idea if anyone would believe it. "Well, if it happens again, you'll tell me. If it happens again, we'll find someone who might be able to help. A doctor, or someone like it. It might help." And it might not. But they had options, at least. "I am sorry though, that we had to cut the trip to the carnival short. You seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot before that happened."
He’d always been somewhat open to the idea of therapy, but Diego knew that you had to be totally honest and transparent for that kind of thing to be effective, and most therapists would probably think he was genuinely delusional if he started talking about his life and how it had gone. Diego hummed a noncommittal sound at the idea of a doctor -- they would just have to see. He just hoped that sort of flashback wouldn’t happen again. “Not your fault,” he reminded Oliver with a faint smile and a little ‘tsk.’ “It was fun, though ... reminded me of good days with you in California and the boardwalks. We should take a trip to Coney Island sometime, take Haisley with us and let her see a real big city.” It would probably be kind of terrifying, but fun at the same time. “I hope you had fun too, before I ruined it. You probably need a break more than the rest of us. Our breadwinner.” Diego chuckled faintly.
"We'll definitely plan a trip to Coney Island. Maybe August?" That would give him time to save up some cash and plan it out properly. He was tempted by the possibility of leaving Point Pleasant, even if it was only for a long weekend. They could all use the break. And he had no idea how much of the world Haisley had seen since she escaped from her own facility, but he had to imagine she hadn't known how to appreciate it properly. "But I did have fun and you didn't ruin a thing. Besides, I'm more of... a croutonwinner than a breadwinner. Does that make sense?" He chuckled and pushed around the beef filling in the saute pan. "We'll get out again, don't worry. There's plenty to do in the summer and we have a bit more money now to go places."
A mini vacation out of state did sound really nice, and August sounded like the perfect time to go, and Diego’s enthusiastic nod said as much. He blew some air between his lips and rolled his eyes at Oliver’s assessment of what kind of provider he was, and flicked a bit of flour at him. “Hush, none of that. You keep us housed and clothed and fed, that’s real bread, baby,” Diego chided him gently. They didn’t need to be rich, they never had. Oliver had always made sure their needs were taken care of, and he was amazing for it, in Diego’s opinion. He finished getting the dough prepared to be filled and moved in closer to peer at the concoction Oliver was working on, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m not worried, not with you, my darling,” he murmured. “We’ll have a great summer. From our mouth to God’s ear.”
Oliver did the best he could but his job didn't pay him enough to allow him to do more. He wanted to get a real house for the three of them, one with some space, in a better neighborhood. Maybe someday it would happen, but for now, they were getting by. Since Diego was so close, Oliver set the wooden spatula down and turned to face his man, one hand slipping over Diego's waist as he leaned in for a proper kiss. He couldn't say they would have a great summer, not with the facility hanging over them, but they would do their best to make it all work. "Let's hope not everything we say makes it to God's ear", Oliver teased, smiling against Diego's mouth. "Or we might end up living in hellfire for eternity."
Diego had it embedded in his brain somewhere that if he stayed positive, things would eventually work out. He had the same faith about what was going to happen with AIR -- they would all figure it out, everything would be okay. He knew intellectually that might not be the case, but his optimism just kept humming right along. But all of that darkness was far from his mind as he snickered close to Oliver’s smile. “Mmhmm, some words are just for you,” he murmured, sliding one hand down the curve of Oliver’s back to squeeze his shapely ass. Diego kissed him again, a little deeper this time. He wasn’t trying to lose all interest in the food Oliver was so sweetly making them, but it was nice to stoke that other hunger a bit while things cooked.
Oliver didn't mind temporarily forgetting about the food. Diego's lips tasted much better than anything Oliver could cook anyway. He lingered happily at Diego's mouth, one hand coming up to squeeze the back of Diego's neck gently. Warmth spread pleasantly through his body and while he knew a storm was rolling in, he kind of hoped Haisley stayed out with her friends for a while that night. He and Diego hadn't stopped having sex or anything, but it was nice to occasionally not have to worry about Haisley overhearing them. "You're going to make me forget about dinner," he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to Diego's mouth.
Turning Oliver on was one of Diego’s favorite pastimes, and it was an unfortunate reality of living with a teenager that they’d had to curb such activities a bit, at least in the main areas of the house. Even besides Haisley’s presence, Diego had been feeling out of sorts since the carnival, so his drive had been nil. But now that it was just them in the house and he had his hands on his wonderful, thoughtful man, Diego just wanted to strip him down and make him feel good. “Can’t have that,” he murmured back, grinning briefly as he nudged their noses together. He allowed himself to grope Oliver a bit more, then pulled back with a smirk. “Come, let’s get them stuffed and in the oven, then we can have a little appetizer.”
He was going to be making a giant mess of the empanadas, he was sure of it, but the promise of fooling around suddenly made Oliver very impatient with dinner. His cock was already halfway hard and wanting attention, but Oliver tried to focus on what they were doing. Finally the empanadas were in the oven and Oliver set the oven timer before turning to grab Diego and pull him close for another kiss. "I've never stuffed empanadas that fast before. My dad would have been so disappointed in me." Not that it really seemed like Oliver cared much because his lips were already tracing down Diego's jaw to his throat.
Messy food could still be very tasty food, so Diego was not concerned about the quality of their upcoming meal. It was hard to be concerned about anything at all with Oliver’s mouth on his skin, and he clutched at the sides of Oliver’s shirt, tilting his head up to give him plenty of room at his neck. “You take your time stuffing where it counts,” he quipped, grinning faintly at his own dumb joke. One hand left Oliver’s side to run restlessly over the breadth of his shoulders and up into that thick dark hair. Diego’s body was already starting to feel overheated and squirmy, the front of his jeans was getting tight, and he was craving Oliver’s bare skin on his own.
Oliver groaned lightly at the joke before chuckling. Diego's hands on his body was a very welcome distraction from cooking and he slipped his own hands beneath Diego's shirt to touch some bare skin. "We've got twenty five minutes before the oven timer goes off," he murmured. And he doubted Haisley would be home anytime soon, so he began to use his body to move Diego's backward, toward the living room and couch. They could go to the bedroom, but Oliver liked that they could make out anywhere they wanted to right now, since they had the house to themselves. The couch was closer anyway and he wanted to get Diego's clothes off as quickly as possible.
Twenty five minutes seemed like no time at all and an eternity at the same time. There was no reason they couldn’t just pause and take the empanadas out of the oven when the timer went off, then get back to it, so he wasn’t too worried. Diego walked backward, letting Oliver guide him, snickering softly when they tripped each other a bit getting to the couch. He sat down once he felt it behind his knees, not letting go of Oliver for a second as he pushed his man’s shirt up and started kissing his stomach and nuzzling in that stripe of hair that pointed south. Diego’s mouth was practically watering for him already, and he started working on getting Oliver’s jeans unbuttoned and tugged down.
Oh yes, Oliver was definitely willing to forgo dinner if this was what he got for it. His hands slipped into Diego's hair, brushing through the dark strands slowly. His stomach muscles quivered beneath Diego's lips and his cock was already straining against his jeans. There was a soft sense of relief as soon as Diego got his jeans down and alleviated some of the pressure. Slipping his hands down over Diego's shoulders, Oliver took hold of Diego's shirt and began to pull it up. He wanted his man at least partially naked, especially when his hands were so desperate to touch as much of Diego as he possibly could while still standing. It hadn't been that long since they'd had sex but it certainly felt like it. Oliver had been giving Diego plenty of space, wanting to make sure he was okay above everything else. But it was impossible to deny he had been craving this for days.
Diego lifted his arms so Oliver could pull his shirt off, more than happy to get rid of it himself. He gazed adoringly at Oliver’s cock as he leaned back a bit to unbutton and unzip his own jeans to make some room. He wasn’t in a hurry to be pleasured yet, but damn did that take some physical pressure off. Smiling faintly as Oliver’s hands found his bare skin, Diego sat forward again to nuzzle a bit against the velvety skin of his cock. He closed his eyes and brushed his lips against it with a soft moan of appreciation. There had been a lot of people who mistreated him in his life, including sexually, and those things had left a mark on his psyche, but Oliver had always felt safe since the very beginning. Diego knew his man would never hurt him, and it had just made him fall deeper in love. He enjoyed showing his appreciation like this, freely giving what others had forcefully taken. Still teasing for a moment, Diego licked the length of Oliver’s cock before he wrapped his lips around the head to suck gently, glancing up at that handsome face.
His hands found themselves back in Diego's hair as a low groan escaped his lips. Diego always knew exactly how to please him, but he supposed that was to be expected after having been together for as long as they had. Diego was his first and only and Oliver had never experienced any regret about that. From the very beginning it felt as though they had been made for one another, body and soul, and Oliver refused to let anything try to tear them apart. As heavy as his eyelids felt now, Oliver kept his gaze on Diego, watching the way his lover's lips moved over the length of his cock. It was heavenly in every sense of the word and Oliver moaned again, his fingers restless in Diego's hair, though he was careful not to tug or pull. His hips moved instinctively, just enough to encourage as heat began to spread deliciously throughout Oliver's body. Who needed dinner when he had this to feast on? "Just like that...," he murmured. "Your mouth feels so good."
Diego groaned around him as he pushed Oliver’s cock deeper into his mouth, encouraged by everything his lover did. They knew each others’ bodies almost better than their own, having learned to make love together since the start. Diego had never counted the abuse he’d endured as ‘having sex,’ so he was just as virginal as Oliver had been in the beginning. They’d learned everything about pleasure and love together, and it felt like the rightest thing in the world to Diego. Oliver was his soulmate, he had no question, and he’d had very little curiosity about being with anyone else over the years, much less any actual temptation to stray. Why would he when he had everything he’d ever wanted with Oliver? Diego let his eyes fall closed and got into the rhythm of pleasing him, sucking a bit harder as he slowly bobbed his head over his man’s thick cock. Diego adored the sensation of fingers in his hair, he loved feeling the effect he was having on Oliver, and he relished every hip flex and heavy breath. While he sucked, he inched Oliver’s jeans the rest of the way down his legs to get them all the way off, wanting both of them nude and comfortable while they had the time.
Oliver somehow managed to help Diego get his jeans completely off but it was difficult to concentrate with Diego's mouth working his cock. His eyelids felt heavier now as he brushed his hands continually through Diego's hair, restless and eager to have so much more. His balls were already growing tight and Oliver knew it was way too soon. He didn't want this to be over yet. "My turn," he breathed, tugging Diego's hair just a bit to pull back from his mouth. "Sit back..." He wanted to get Diego's jeans off now too, to get his own mouth on his lover and give him as much pleasure as he could. It was a way for Diego to reclaim his own sexuality and Oliver was more than happy to be the one to help him do that.
That tug in his hair sent a rush of tingles down Diego’s back and he felt his skin lift in goosebumps. He brushed his hands over Oliver’s thighs and hips once more before he leaned back against the couch, bottom lip caught in his teeth and his eyes on his man. He’d never really psychoanalyzed what having sex with Oliver did for him, he just knew that it always made him feel incredible, and his sexual trauma had stayed quiet for a very long stretch of years. Oliver had helped him heal, he knew that without having the words for it. After the past few days, Diego felt like he needed some of that healing. He lifted his hips and moved his legs to help Oliver get the rest of his clothes off, then relaxed back to let Oliver work his magic.
Oliver discarded Diego's clothes quickly before lowering himself to his knees in front of Diego. He had a very brief thought that he sincerely hoped Haisley didn't come home anytime soon because while Oliver knew she knew they had sex, she probably didn't want to walk in on it happening. Smoothing his hands up Diego's thighs to his hips, Oliver nuzzled his cock before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking firmly. He wanted to explore every inch of Diego, to lick and bite and drive his man crazy, but he was also desperate to taste and he was more than a little eager to feel Diego quiver beneath him. Oliver opened his eyes and peered up at Diego, moaning low in his throat as he took Diego's cock deeper into his mouth.
There was no sight as erotic to Diego as watching Oliver wrap his lips around his cock, and he felt that delightful squirmy feeling in his gut. Oliver was constantly beautiful, of course, but especially so when his eyes were so dark with lust and that shapely mouth was full of Diego. He groaned softly as he stared down at him, one hand lifting to run through Oliver’s curls, fingers flexing gently. Receiving this kind of pleasure always gave him such a delightful mix of feelings -- he felt so cared for and loved, but powerful too, in a way. Drawing in a slow breath through his teeth, Diego stroked the side of Oliver’s face and jaw, loving how firm he was everywhere. “You’re so hot, baby,” he whispered.
Oliver hummed an answer in his throat, not wanting to pull his mouth away from Diego even for a second. He adored the way Diego's fingers continued to touch, whether in his hair, or on his face and shoulders. It was done in such a loving way but certainly didn't lack any heat and Oliver's cock ached for more attention. It was always the best kind of torture, ignoring his own pleasure to focus on Diego, because he knew in the end it would be amazing for them both. Having had over a decade of practice, Oliver relaxed his throat to take Diego deeper, sucking firmly as one hand splayed against Diego's abdomen, his fingertips pressing into his lover's warm skin. He had heard some co-workers at the hospital discuss their sexual adventures, their one night stands and dating disasters. He never spoke up himself, but he couldn't help but wonder if he and Diego were some kind of anomaly. Because he was never dissatisfied with Diego, never had any inkling or urge to do this with someone else. Just kissing Diego made Oliver's chest feel full and overwhelmed with love. He felt it now too, bobbing his head over Diego's cock, wanting to feel him at the back of his throat and know that no one else had ever, or would ever, have Diego the way Oliver did.
Diego had heard his fair share of sex horror stories from various people too over the years, and he always thought they had to be abnormal in that department somehow. Not in a bad way, obviously, but he never related to hearing about bad chemistry or lack of attraction or total ineptitude in the bedroom. Sure, there had occasionally been accidents and awkwardness, especially back when they were learning, but they’d always laughed it off and just continued to enjoy each other. And now Oliver was a goddamn expert at pleasuring him, and Diego hoped he felt the same. He couldn’t imagine life without this. He didn’t want to. Diego moaned as the pleasure really started to ramp up, his hips flexing up just by instinct, all of his body wanting More. His hands were restless, running over Oliver’s shoulders and down his arms, rubbing the back of the hand that was braced against his stomach. Diego took hold of that hand and pulled it up so he could suck on a couple of Oliver’s fingers, dying to have part of his man in his mouth too. He whimpered around them when Oliver’s tongue hit a particularly good spot, a tremor running up his body.
His cock was starting to drip pre-cum now and Oliver had to keep from pressing his aching erection against the sofa. A low groan emitted from his throat when his fingers found themselves in Diego's mouth and Oliver felt his own desire spiking. It was a shame he didn't have more hands, more everything, so he could touch and lick and fuck Diego everywhere all at once. Instead he pulled back and pushed himself up so he could crush his mouth to Diego's, a desperate sort of need taking over, even as the thunder crashed louder outside their home. "Turn around," he panted, stepping back so he could hurry into the bedroom to grab their lube. He could take Diego to the bedroom with him but no, he wanted Diego right out there on the couch, out in the open where they rarely got to do this anymore.
Diego kissed him like a starving man at a buffet, his palms running over Oliver’s arms and sides while he was still there. He pulled away too soon, and Diego made a soft noise of protest before he registered what Oliver’s intentions were. A fresh wave of arousal warmed his belly again, and he sat up as Oliver rushed off, enjoying the view of his ass for a moment. Grinning faintly to himself, Diego flipped himself around, on his knees on the cushion with one arm braced against the back of the couch. He got the fingers of his right hand nice and wet with saliva and reached back to rub at his ass a bit before he dipped one inside up to the first knuckle, moaning softly. He knew Oliver would warm him up too with better lube, but he wanted his lover to return to a nice view. Driving Oliver sex-crazy was his favorite thing in the world.
Diego was the master at driving Oliver sex-crazy and as soon as he walked in on that sight, he groaned helplessly while reaching down to stroke his own cock. He might've been content with watching Diego please himself but Oliver wanted to be the one doing it too, so he walked over to the couch and bent over to press a trail of kisses down Diego's spine. "You drive me crazy," he murmured while flipping open the cap of the lube to get his own fingers nice and slick. "But it's my turn now." He kissed the back of Diego's hand before nudging it so Diego could let Oliver do the work.
Having Oliver’s warmth behind him and lips on his skin just turned Diego on more and he gave a low groan as he pulled his finger free and his hand back around. He was more than happy to let Oliver take over, his man knew exactly what to do to him. Even though he knew they aroused the hell out of each other all the time, it was still hot to hear Oliver say so. Diego arched his back and tossed a heated glance over his shoulder as he braced himself against the back of the couch. “I want to feel you inside me so bad, my love,” he moaned, his head falling against his arms.
"Patience," Oliver said playfully before dipping his fingers lower to press them against Diego's ass and slip them inside. Diego had already started to warm himself up, but Oliver wanted to stretch him a bit, drive him a little crazy too, even though Oliver felt just as desperate and impatient as his lover did. "How badly do you want this," he murmured, keeping his fingers moving slowly in and out of Diego even as he worked on getting his cock slick with the lube. He had been with Diego enough times now to know exactly how amazing it was going to feel, having his lover's body so hot and tight, gripping his cock. It was something he never got sick of, something he craved almost every minute of the day.
Diego was bad at patience in moments like these and Oliver knew it, so he just responded with a whine at first, which quickly melted into a groan as Oliver started to spread him open. He hadn’t gotten very far himself, more of just a tease than anything, and feeling those strong fingers push into his body felt incredible. Oliver’s cock was going to feel even better, reaching that perfect depth to press against his prostate. “I want it so bad -- I want you so bad,” he corrected himself, aware that Oliver knew but he still liked to hear it. They both did. “Please fuck me, lover, I need your cock.” Diego knew it was coming and that it would be fantastic, but he wanted to keep Oliver salivating for it just like he was. He tried to focus on relaxing his body so they could get to the really good stuff.
Oliver knew exactly what Diego wanted, knew they could never say a word to each other when they were being intimate and they would still understand every nonverbal cue. But damn if he didn't like hearing such dirty words coming out of Diego's mouth. They were just for him. Leaning over Diego's back, Oliver placed soft kisses to his skin, finally pushing his cock into his lover's body. A low groan formed in his throat with every inch and as soon as he was seated as deeply as he could go, Oliver remained still to let them both adjust. Diego was always so tight that it was a wonder Oliver didn't lose it within the first few seconds. "Feel good?" he murmured, pressing another kiss to Diego's shoulder.
He loved the kisses, he loved Oliver’s hands on him, he loved everything about everything that was happening. The stretch from his man’s cock stung a bit, but in such a good familiar way that Diego also loved, and once Oliver was fully inside of him, it felt so perfect. “Yes,” he moaned with emphasis, rolling his hips in a slow circle just to relish that full feeling. Diego reached one hand back to tangle his fingers in Oliver's hair while he could still reach him. He already felt needy and squirmy and out of breath, restless in the best sort of way. He couldn’t even hope that Haisley stayed away for long enough this evening, his universe had narrowed down to Oliver and the pleasure they were already creating together.
There was nothing in the world more satisfying than being buried deep inside of Diego. It was like their bodies were made for one another. As soon as he felt like he could move without blowing it, Oliver kissed Diego's shoulder one more time before straightening behind him. His hands gripped Diego's hips and pulled back slowly before pushing back in. The pleasure that rolled through him was intense and Oliver's head fell back against his neck as he released another low groan. Helpless to do anything more but give himself over to what his body was craving, Oliver began to thrust, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could watch every movement of Diego's body.
God, that deep push-pull feeling was so fucking exquisite. All coherent words in two languages flew right out of Diego’s mind, leaving only pleasure and static. He braced both arms against the back of the couch again, his forehead pressed against one of them. There wasn’t much he could do but hold on and keep his back arched at the perfect angle and moan. His cock swayed between his splayed thighs, aching for attention, but Diego knew that if he touched himself at all now, he would go off, and he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to ride this pleasure as long as he could. After several thrusts, Diego started to move with him, pushing back into Oliver’s hips to get him as deep as possible.
Gods, he loved it when Diego moved with him, when he pushed and pulled and touched and licked. Oliver didn't have anyone else to compare him to, but Diego had always been an enthusiastic lover, someone who gave as much as he took. Sometimes Oliver thought about their first few months together after leaving the facility, when they were young and inexperienced. Those memories were just as fond as the ones they were making now and Diego had grown into a confident, kind human being... one who also had a delicious sexual side to him that made every intimate encounter feel new to Oliver. Maybe they were an anomaly compared to most. Maybe they were just lucky. "I love you," Oliver breathed, pressing his hand against the small of Diego's back as he found a firm and steady rhythm, not wanting to rush to the end just yet.
It was the perfect depth and speed, and the noise that Diego made as Oliver fucked him conveyed just how much he enjoyed it. It felt like his insides were melting into hot goo, and he could feel his heartbeat in his cock now. “I love you,” he gasped, fingers digging into the top of the couch cushion. “I love you, I love you, I love your cock.” He couldn’t even keep his mouth running in a single language, too overcome by the pleasure Oliver was generating in his body. Diego got lost in it for a while, painting and moaning Oliver’s name every so often, his body tensing and rocking. Eventually he had both hands braced against the couch, his upper body pushed up and his back muscles taut as he rode that pleasure that was almost painful in its urgency. His body wanted to climax so badly, but Diego knew the denial would make it even better at the end.
"Yes," Oliver breathed, thrusts becoming hungrier and harder. Somewhere in the haze of blood pumping lust, he heard the oven timer go off. Had it really only been ten minutes? He didn't care. Let the empanadas burn. They could order pizza. Oliver's hands gripped Diego's ass, squeezing the delicious flesh with a groan. He wanted to do this all night, in every possible position, until they were both tapped dry and exhausted. His balls were high and tight, throbbing with the need for release. "Diego..." Grunting, Oliver listened to the sound of their bodies slapping together, doing his best to tamp down on the spiraling pleasure, but he couldn't rein it in. With a cry, Oliver slammed into Diego, his hands tight and bruising on his flesh as he fell over the edge. He wasn't going to leave Diego hanging but right now all he could focus on was how fucking fantastic it felt.
Diego could feel it coming even before Oliver tightened his grip, he knew his man’s tells, and while he did feel a pop of disappointment that the fucking was ending, it gave him a surge of erotic joy to feel it happening. Diego panted a few encouraging words, rolling his hips to wring every drop out of Oliver. He grinned crookedly against his arms, enjoying the feel of Oliver filling him all the way up. His cock ached for attention, still dripping between his legs, but he knew Oliver would take care of him too. He always did, and even when Diego didn’t get to come on his cock. He still felt like it would only take a few strokes, and he looked back over his shoulder at Oliver as his thrusts slowed down. “I’m so close,” he murmured, reaching one hand down to wrap fingers around himself. Just the pressure made him groan.
Oliver was still trembling, but he knew better than to stop moving. He wanted Diego right there with him. "I know you are," Oliver breathed. He pressed deep into Diego, reaching around to nudge Diego's hand away from his cock so he could touch him instead. His lover was so hard within his grasp, the skin so hot and silky. Oliver instinctively thrust his cock harder even as he began to stroke Diego. He wanted Diego to feel as good as he did, even more so. The beeping of the oven timer was still a hazy sort of sound, lost in Oliver's groans. "Come for me," Oliver panted. "Let me feel it."
He wasn’t even aware of the oven timer, his own breathing and pounding heart too loud in his ears, not to even mention all the helpless noise they were making and that sexy-ass demand. Diego let Oliver take over manipulating his cock, the feel of his man’s grip on him sending electricity sparking through his whole body. Oliver’s cock was still hard and hot and throbbing, and with the fresh slickness inside of him, those thrusts were extra delicious. Diego let out a strained curse as he shuddered and pushed back into each pump of Oliver’s hips, everything taut and trembling as his pleasure climbed sharply higher. It didn’t take him long at all to peak, crying out as his cock jerked and pulsed in his lover’s fist.
"So good," Oliver breathed, doing his best to ride Diego through his orgasm. His strokes grew slower, softer, until most of Diego's trembling had ceased. With a low groan, Oliver leaned over to kiss Diego's back again. "I love you so much," he murmured, nuzzling his lover's skin. They had something of a mess to clean up now, but it was totally worth it. Even the overcooked empanadas were a distant thought in his mind. Oliver would gladly starve any day of the week if it meant being with Diego like this.
Diego just wanted to collapse onto the couch and slide right into a nap, but he knew that wasn’t really possible. They were a mess, the upholstery was now a mess, and the oven was still beeping. Diego could finally hear it now, as his breathing slowed down. He hummed a happy sound at the soft smooching and nuzzling, full of delightfully warm feelings for his man. “I love you more,” he murmured back at Oliver. Diego pushed up against the couch enough to twist around and wordlessly ask for a kiss. “We should get married,” he added once their lips had parted, his smile dopey and kind of dazed.
Oliver smiled and reached up to brush the pad of his thumb across Diego's jaw. "I'd marry you in a second," he said. And he would. It was something Oliver thought about often and had for years. Unfortunately their circumstances made it near impossible to do... at least legally. With his cock going soft, and plenty of upholstery to clean, Oliver carefully pulled back from Diego's body. They both needed to wash up a bit and get dressed before Haisley returned home. It only occurred to him then that it had started raining outside and he made a mental note to send her a text after he washed his hands. "Do you think we should order a pizza?"
“Go take them out, they might not be burned yet,” Diego suggested as he straightened up and started to climb backward off the couch. He needed a quick shower and then to clean the couch off, so he figured Oliver could handle the food. The empanadas would be well done, but maybe not ruined. It always felt like a sweet eternity when they were in the moment, but they definitely knew how to get each other off fairly quickly. Diego snagged up his clothes and started toward their bathroom to clean up. “We could do it, you know,” he called over his shoulder. “Shane said something about getting me fake papers. He has connections.”
Oliver wandered back into the kitchen, heading for the sink to quickly wash his hands. He didn't smell anything burning, so maybe the empanadas were salvageable. Turning off the oven quickly, he grabbed an oven mitt to take them out, careful of all of his naked, dangling bits around the hot oven. The empanadas were definitely browner than he usually liked, but... they still smelled good. His appetite, however, was distracted by Diego's words. "You know, I think he mentioned that to me..." Oliver set the pan down on top of the stove. "I wasn't really sure what to think about it at the time." With the food taken care of, Oliver followed Diego into the bathroom to wash up with him. "Is that something you would want to do? If we could get those papers... get married?"
While Oliver dealt with the kitchen, Diego turned the shower on to let the hot water get going. He missed a bit of what Oliver said, but he heard the important part perfectly fine once Oliver joined him in the bathroom. Diego flashed him a sunny smile. “I would do so much with papers,” he answered, moving in closer to steal another kiss from his man’s lips. “But marrying you would be top of the list.” If he had a real identity that could pass inspection, he would get a job and maybe his GED or some sort of education, or the other way around, there were just so many things he could do and help with if he wasn’t constantly living under the radar. Really being Oliver’s husband was like some glowing dream in his mind, something he never thought they’d be able to actually do. Maybe they could even officially adopt Haisley, if she wanted that, be a real legal family. Well, sort of legal, anyway.
Oliver knew there was a lot of risk in obtaining fake papers. He still wasn't sure how he felt about Shane, but Oliver never got the feeling that the guy would do anything malicious to Diego. But if Diego had the right papers, he could get a GED and a job and even travel without fear. And yes, they could get married. The possibility was an intoxicating one, though Oliver knew it would take time. "Maybe we can talk to Shane," Oliver suggested, slipping his arms around Diego and pulling him close. "The world would open up for you... I want you to be able to do whatever it is you want to do. And I want to marry you too, but... I've always thought of you as my husband already, even without the ring or papers."
Diego draped his arms around Oliver’s shoulders and leaned into him a bit, smiling serenely. If Shane really knew people who could do stuff like that, why not take advantage of it? Nobody was hunting Diego after all these years, he would be a pretty low-risk client for a fake ID. He made a little ‘aw’ sound and tittered softly, getting a happy flutter in his stomach at Oliver’s words. “Husband in spirit, since forever,” he murmured warmly, then pressed his lips to Oliver’s a few more times. They’d been together for most of their lives now, they were married in every way that mattered, and he was happy as hell about that. But it would be nice to make it official, to get all those technical benefits that they deserved. It wouldn’t change their relationship, but it might be good for them someday. “We’ll talk to him. Did dinner burn too badly? Still smells good.” Diego dimpled at him and pulled back to slip into the shower.
It was true. As soon as they met, Oliver had known Diego was the only one for him and that had stayed true for well over a decade. He rarely thought much about marriage, but now that the idea was planted, he couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to wear a ring on his left hand. "Dinner is edible," he said with a laugh, unable to resist slipping into the shower with Diego so he could get washed off and spend a bit more naked time with him before Haisley got home. He had to make it quick though, because there was a sofa to clean up. "And I still want to have some wine and light some candles..." They may have done the romantic evening a bit backwards, but Oliver was looking forward to sharing a quiet meal with Diego before Haisley got home.
“Oh I still expect some romance,” Diego told him with a cheeky wink, making room under the water so Oliver could wash off first, since he had less to do. He kissed on his damp shoulders and then leaned against the shower wall, stretching his neck back and forth as he watched water run over Oliver’s body. So what if they jumped ahead of themselves a bit tonight? He was sure there would be more fooling around later, even if it had to be quieter because of Haisley. But even if they only fell asleep in each others’ arms at the end of the night, he would drift off satisfied and loved, and that was all he really needed.