Best friends but more than that – part 2

I came out into the living room to find him already standing there. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a lilac shirt and black tie. I could see the lean muscles against the tailored suit and stopped in my tracks, watching this beautiful man before me as he turned and smiled at me, his amber eyes sparkling brightly.

“So where are we going?” I asked.

“Well that depends,” Dylan mused with a smirk. “If you want nice and candlelit, then there is an italian place that I love, but if you want to talk and have fun, then I say hibachi.”

We ended up choosing hibachi, one because we both loved it, and two because we could still talk and enjoy each other’s company while enjoying the show. We could do candlelit next time, and it was clear that there likely would be a next time. They seated us at the end of the table of a big party celebrating a birthday, and the group was happy to include us in some of the celebrating and talk, though we had plenty of time to talk together on our own.

“So, tell me the truth,” Dylan finally said to me as we ate. “What made you decide that you wanted to take this to a different level than what it’s always been?”

I chewed my meat slowly to try and gather my thoughts for him. It was a complicated answer, as I had been attracted to him for a while, but I hadn’t decided to really start considering our friendship and what it could be if we gave into desires until a year ago. I think it was that we were settling into our jobs better now. I had gotten a promotion, was making good money, and talk about settling down had started coming from just about everyone. My family, some friends, people at work. And I realized that I didn’t know what that looked like, because to me I already felt pretty settled.

I didn’t want to stop living with Dylan, I didn’t want to not be able to see him every day, and the idea of having to do that to move in with someone and eventually get married was what sparked my realization that my feelings toward Dylan were likely deeper than I had thought they were. I had spent the entirety of the last year considering what my feelings truly were, and what I wanted to do with them.

I told him as much, and he looked thoughtful as he swirled his sake around in his cup before he drank it down and looked at me. “So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want to be without me?”

I nodded my head slowly and looked into those gorgeous amber eyes of his. “Pretty much, and I don’t think it’s just because we’re best friends. We haven’t talked about your feelings for me for a while though, and I was afraid of ruining our friendship.”

Dylan gave a small smile, one that said he understood. “How about this? We’ll date, and take things slow, and if either of us feels like it just isn’t working, then we call the whole thing off and go back to just being best friends.”

“I think that works,” I replied. “Though to be fair, we haven’t gone that slow.”

“Sexually, no,” he admitted. “Though we haven’t gone all the way, and we haven’t gone far at all emotionally. I mean, you know as well as I do that I’m in love with you, but I recognize that despite this year of coming to understand your own feelings, that might take time to coalesce into actual love. So, sexually, we go at a comfortable pace, and emotionally, we’ll go slow.”

“We can do that,” I said and then laced my fingers into his.

We shared dessert, these caramelized bananas that were amazing, and then he paid for the dinner and we went back home. He stopped me on the welcome mat outside our apartment before I could put the key in, and smiled at me before putting his hand on the back of my neck and bringing me over to kiss him. It was a sweet kiss, gentle and slightly hesitant, and then he broke the kiss and unlocked the door.

We got inside and he shut the door, and it was hard not to feel the tension between us then. That first kiss was the kiss of the end of a date, when you tell your date what a great time you had and then kiss sweetly before you say goodbye, but we lived together, so after that initial kiss, once we were inside together, the sexual tension ramped up to a degree I almost wasn’t expecting.

I watched as Dylan started to pull his shirt off, and then his undershirt and belt, all while he watched me intently with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. It was an invitation he was giving me right then, and I let out a breath before I walked over to him, running my hands along the slightly hairy skin of his chest. He whispered my name as I brought my lips to his neck, kissing and biting the skin there, causing him to moan into my ear.

I broke away from him long enough to get my shirt off, and then I was kissing him again, pulling him to me so the skin of our chests was touching.

Dylan pulled back from the kiss after a moment, resting his forehead on mine for a moment before he backed up so he could look at me. “If we’re going to do this, then you’ll have to know that I take part in the kink community. It’s not a twenty-four/seven type of situation or anything, but there are things I enjoy in bed in relationships, or at kink events.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“It might be easier to show you,” he replied, and then led me to his room. He pulled out a dark blue container that was hidden under his bed and put it onto the mattress, opening it up to let me look inside.

There were quite a few things inside, such as implements for impact play, handcuffs, rope for tying someone up, wax, blind folds, and more. Dylan was looking at me nervously as I picked up one of the floggers, running my hands through the silicone pieces that fell down before testing it out on my leg. It made a nice sound and didn’t sting that much.

“Do you like these things used on the men you sleep with, or on you?” I asked him.

He looked down at his feet, shuffling one of them a bit. “It depends. Normally I use it on them, because doing it the other way means being really vulnerable. It’s the same with topping versus bottoming. I stop more because bottoming means vulnerability, so I really only do that with certain people.”

I smiled at him and handed him the flogger. “I haven’t done much like this, but I’m happy to try it out.”

“Really?” he asked me, his voice and expression showing his surprise.

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down in one fell swoop, before stepping out of them. He watched me intently, his eyes running down my body until they fell on my hardening cock. I moved forward onto his bed, getting on my hands and knees and looking back at him expectantly.

He licked his lips as I looked back at him, and then came forward, getting behind me on the bed. I felt his hand first, lightly rubbing the skin of my ass for a moment before he took it away. Then I felt the light sting of the flogger coming down and making an impact with my skin. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling of it, and then I felt his hand on my back, checking in with me.

“Do it again,” I breathed out, giving him the go ahead and making it clear that I liked it.

He smiled at me and then hit me again, this time on the other ass cheek. I moaned again, putting my head down on the bed. This continued for a little bit, with him using the flogger on my ass, my thighs, and my hips, leaving little marks while I moaned against the pleasurable pain it brought me. Eventually, he put the flogger down in the box, which we had placed on the floor again, and gently kissed along the marks he had made. He would wet his lips so I could feel where he kissed.

I heard him unbuckling his belt, and then felt him shift on the bed to get out of them, and then his boxer briefs. I had seen Dylan naked plenty of times, but not like this. Not when he was hard and ready, lust heavy in his eyes, as he looked at me. I turned around on the bed once he had settled back onto his knees kissing him passionately, our tongues dancing against each other as I tweaked his nippled, making him moan against my lips.

I ran my hands down his chest and stomach, and then took his cock into my hand, stroking it back and forth. He was big, and slightly girthy, at least a good eight or nine inches, and he was hot to the touch. I pushed him down to a sitting position and then laid on my stomach so I could bring my mouth down to him, licking at his slit to taste his intoxicating precum. I licked along the underside of his dick before I put my mouth around his head, swirling it with my tongue.

“Fuck, Luis,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I sank down on his cock, opening up my throat to be able to take all of him. I’d given enough blow jobs to know what I was doing by now, and I heard him swear as my nose was tickled by his trimmed pubes. I kept him there for a moment before I brought my mouth back up, licking the head again before I sank back down. I did that for a while, sucking and licking him, until I could hear his breathing start to change.

“I’m gonna cum, Luis,” he said in a breathy voice.

I sank back down, using my tongue to coax him further, and then he cried out quietly as he began to shoot his cum down my throat. I swallowed down every drop, not wanting to waste any, and then licked the rest of it from his slit as it calmed down. He laid back against the wall the bed was touching, his hands in my hair, trying to catch his breath as he looked down at me.

“You’re going to ruin me for one night stands,” he said to me, and I grinned back at him.

“Good,” I replied, and then came back up to a kneeling position so I could kiss him, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

He pulled me to him so that I was straddling his legs, bringing his fingers up to my mouth for me to wet them. I sucked on them as if they were his cock, and then he took his fingers back and pulled me into a kiss again. I felt his fingers at my hole, circling it for a moment before one finger slipped inside. I broke the kiss as I moaned, bringing my head down to his shoulder. He brought his mouth up to ear, licking and nibbling, while he slowly fingered me.

I groaned his name as he added another finger. My body jolted when he found that bundle of nerves in there that was my prostate. He added a third finger and once I got used to it, I started moving my hips against his hand, he let me fuck myself against his fingers, curling them a bit whenever he got to that bundle of nerves, and I moaned loudly each time.

My cock was trapped between our bodies, and he never touched it, but I could feel it moving against us, and the way he fingered me had that fire spreading through my belly that was an indicator that I was getting close.

“Cum for me, Luis,” he whispered to me and then bit my neck.

I was breathing heavily, my breath hitching in my throat now, as I moaned out his name. I groaned long and hard as I finally came, thick ropes of cum shooting out between us onto his chest and neck. Once I was coming down from the orgasm, I collapsed into him, the proof of our passions now on both of our chests. I looked at him in a haze as he got some of my cum on his finger and stuck it in his mouth. If he kept that up, I was going to have to make him fuck me hard.

Dylan wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back as he kissed me, this time sweet and gentle. “You’re so amazing, Luis. You’re hot, thoughtful, smart, a good friend, and the look on your face and the moans you make when you cum could cause me to shoot my load all on its own.”

I grinned at him. “Luckily for us, you can see it any time you want.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled as he pushed me back onto the bed so that he was kneeling over me.

He kissed me again before raining kisses down my chin, neck, and chest. When he got down to my crotch, he skipped my cock entirely, and pushed my legs up so that I was completely open for him. He licked along my crack, and I gasped at the sensation.

He grinned up at me and then licked my hole in earnest, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. He wet his fingers again and then he was inside me, first one finger, and then another, until he had three fingers in and rubbing against those nerves. My back arched and he brought his mouth to my cock, sucking up and down greedily. He swirled his tongue around me before licking down to suck on my balls, his fingers still going at a steady pace.

“Dylan,” I said, my voice strained from pleasure. “I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked me, and I nodded.

He gave me a short nod and I whined as his fingers left me. He bent over to grab the lube and condoms from his bedside table. He put the condom on and then lubed up my hole, rubbing it around and inside me before putting more lube onto his cock.

He pushed my legs back again, and then lined up at my hole, and I moaned as he pushed into me, pushing down to let him in easier. My head fell back as I felt his cock head invade me, and then slowly, giving me a chance to adjust every little bit, he pushed his length inside me until I could feel his balls brush against my ass.

He waited for me now, letting me get used to it, and then when I was ready, I started to rock back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of me. I fucked myself on his cock for a while, as he knelt there with his eyes fluttering closed, moaning softly.

Eventually he opened his eyes to look at me, looking at my eyes hooded with lust, and then he growled and grabbed onto my hips, thrusting in and out of me with more power. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he came down to kiss me, his cock hitting my prostate every single time.

Soon I was breathing in short moans against his lips, as that fire spread out again. He came first, and I felt his cock expand inside me as he shot his load into the condom, sending me over the edge. Ropes of hot, white cum shot out all over my check, neck, and face.

Dylan leant down and licked my cum off my face as I still shot a few more pumps between us. He kept himself inside of me as he started deflating, licking every bit of cum he could get his tongue to, cleaning me on sensually. When he was done, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and gaping, and pulled the condom on to throw it away before lying down next to me and pulling me to his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt so safe and loved when I was in his arms. I knew I was in love with him. So much for going slow with anything. I didn’t say it out loud yet though. I just stayed in his arms, kissing him gently until we both fell asleep together.