ALEXANDER
Dashiell let out a shaky breath, eyes half-lidded.
"…After we finish planning," he said, stubborn even now.
I smiled darkly.
Negotiating with him might just be my new favorite game.
"Fine. Finish your rules, little anomaly. I'll be good… for now."
He tried to focus, but I could feel his pulse racing under my thumbs. His fingers kept tapping erratically against my chest as he looked down at his little notebook.
"Sunday… planetarium at 7 PM," he said, voice slightly breathless. "Then we can get sushi or something simple and eat at home. I don't like loud restaurants at night."
I leaned in and slowly dragged my tongue along the side of his neck.
"Acceptable," I whispered against his skin. "Keep going."
Dashiell shivered hard, hips twitching on my lap. His voice wavered.
"On your turn… you can choose. But no… ah. " He gasped softly as I sucked on his neck. "No clubs or places with flashing lights. They make me overstimulated."
I chuckled and bit down gently, earning a small whimper from him.
"No flashing lights," I agreed, voice rough. "I want you focused on me anyway."
His fingers drummed faster against my chest. He was getting lost, but still trying so hard to stay on task. It was adorable.
"And we have to talk during the date," he continued, determined. "Real talking, not just… this."
I pulled back just enough to look at his flushed face, then slid one hand down into the front of his sweatpants, wrapping my fingers around his already hard cock.
"Like this?" I asked calmly, stroking him slowly. "You want me to talk while I touch you?"
Dashiell's head fell forward onto my shoulder with a soft moan. His hips rolled into my hand involuntarily.
"You are… cheating," he accused, voice hoarse. "We are supposed to be planning."
"I am multi-tasking," I replied, tightening my grip just enough to make him gasp. "Tell me more about your perfect date night, baby."
He tried. He really did.
"W-we… we should hold hands," he managed, breath hitching with every slow stroke. "In public. I like that. And… and you can't get mad if I need to leave early because it becomes too loud or too bright…"
I cut him off by kissing him deeply, stroking him faster while my other hand gripped his ass, grinding him down against my hard cock.
Dashiell moaned into my mouth, fingers digging into my shoulders, tapping erratically.
When I finally let him breathe, his eyes were glassy.
Then he added "No silent staring. No… dragging me into storage rooms at work."
I chuckled lowly and nipped at his neck, sucking lightly.
"No promises on the storage rooms," I murmured. "But I'll try."
Dashiell let out a soft, frustrated moan as I ground up against him, but he kept going, determined.
"And… I want to do normal couple things. Like… holding hands sometimes. Or sitting together without you trying to… do things to me."
I raised an eyebrow, amused. "You don't want me to do things to you?"
His face turned even redder. His fingers tapped rapidly against my chest.
"I do," he admitted bluntly. "But not all the time. Sometimes I just want… quiet time. With you. Without sex."
I hummed, sliding one hand down to squeeze his ass possessively while the other stroked his back.
"So you want me to be romantic," I said, voice low and teasing. "Hold your hand. Talk to you. Take you on quiet dates. And then fuck you senseless when we get home."
Dashiell whimpered, hips rolling against me involuntarily.
"Yes," he whispered, embarrassed but honest. "That… that sounds good."
I groaned softly and kissed him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting his shy desire. He moaned into the kiss, fingers clutching my shirt as he rocked faster on my lap.
"Deal," I growled against his lips. "Every Sunday. I'll be disgustingly romantic if that's what you want. But the second we're home…"
I grabbed his hips and ground him down hard on my cock.
"…this pretty little body is mine."
Dashiell gasped, head falling forward against my shoulder again. His fingers tapped erratically against my chest as pleasure overtook him.
"Alexander…" he moaned, voice wrecked. "You're… you're making it hard to plan."
"Good," I said, biting his neck. "I like you desperate."
He let out a soft sound and suddenly rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding down on me with surprising confidence.
I groaned, head falling back.
"Fuck… just like that."
Dashiell hid his flushed face in my neck, but kept moving, slow, teasing swirls mixed with shy little bounces, clearly experimenting.
"You're… evil," he mumbled, breath hot against my skin. "Making me negotiate while I'm on your lap."
I laughed darkly and slapped his ass lightly, making him jolt.
"You're the one who wanted dates, little anomaly. Now ride me properly while we finish planning."
Dashiell whimpered but obeyed, rising and dropping on my cock through our clothes, his movements growing bolder.
"Next Sunday… planetarium," he gasped. "Then… takeout. And you have to hold my hand during the show."
I groaned, gripping his hips harder, guiding him.
"Fine. And the Sunday after that, I think I might take you to a private rooftop dinner. Then I'm bending you over the railing and fucking you while the city watches."
Dashiell moaned loudly, hips stuttering.
"You're… terrible at romance," he panted.
I smirked and bit his earlobe.
"I know."
Then I flipped us suddenly, laying him on his back on the couch and settling between his legs.
"Enough planning," I growled, shoving his shorts down. "I need to be inside you. Now."
Dashiell let out a needy whimper, legs wrapping around my waist.
"Yes… please…"
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
Dashiell's eyes went wide the second he saw it.
His mouth fell open in pure shock.
"You… you carry lube in your back pocket?!" he asked, voice cracking with disbelief. "Like… all the time? At work? What is wrong with you?"
I smirked, dark and amused, already popping the cap.
"Preparedness is a virtue, little anomaly."
Dashiell looked genuinely scandalized, even while his cock twitched hard between us.
"That is not preparedness, that is… that is premeditated debauchery!"
I laughed, genuinely entertained before flipping him over onto his stomach in one smooth motion, exposing that perfect, round ass.
Smack.
I brought my palm down firmly on his right cheek. Dashiell jolted hard, letting out a shocked squeak.
"Alexander!" he yelped, half-protest, half-moan. His face was bright red as he looked back at me over his shoulder. "You cannot just spank me!"
I laughed again, darker this time, and rubbed the stinging spot soothingly before spanking the other cheek.
"You're so fucking cute when you're outraged," I growled, coating my cock liberally with lube. "Now arch your back for me."
Dashiell whimpered but obeyed, pushing his ass up, legs trembling. I lined myself up and pushed the thick head of my cock against his tight hole.
He groaned, fingers digging into the couch cushion.
"Alexander, wait, you're really big and I'm still…ah..!"
I slammed in deep in one powerful thrust.
Dashiell screamed, body jerking forward. The sound was raw and beautiful.
I immediately wrapped one hand around his throat from behind, pulling him up until his back was flush against my chest. I held him there, buried to the hilt inside his tight heat.
"My little anomaly," I rasped against his ear, voice dark with possession as I started slamming into him hard and deep. "So tight… so fucking perfect for me."
Dashiell moaned loudly with every brutal thrust, his hand flying back to grip my wrist where it held his throat. Not pulling me away just holding on.
"You're, ah insane," he gasped, voice wrecked.
"Too deep, slow down…." but his hips pushed back to meet me anyway.
I laughed breathlessly and bit his shoulder, pounding into him even harder. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the living room.
"And you're dripping for it," I growled, tightening my grip on his throat just enough to make him whimper. "Say it."
Dashiell's head fell back against my shoulder, eyes glassy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.
"I… I'm dripping for it," he admitted, voice shaking with every thrust. "I hate how much I love this, ah, fuck Alexander—!"
I slammed into him mercilessly, one hand around his throat, the other stroking his leaking cock in time with my thrusts.
"Good boy," I praised darkly against his ear. "Now be loud for me while I fuck you stupid."