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A Series of Firsts: Chapter 6 - Glimpses of You. Pt 2

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: pending

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar face the challenge of being separated due to work commitments after Pedro's project extends much longer than expected, straining their relationship as this marks the first significant period they've spent apart since they began dating.

Notes: Chapter begins June 22, 2019, ends around November 2, 2019.

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Act V: Surprise

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In the four weeks since Pedro had expressed his difficulties in coping with their extended separation, Oscar had been sure to find extra time throughout the week to give Pedro any extra emotional support he needed, while also allowing him to release his stress in a healthier way. While he didn’t completely lift the restrictions they’d established, Oscar did loosen them considerably. These adjustments seemed to have a positive impact on Pedro’s overall mood and mental health. He was having a hard time adjusting too, but knowing he could be a rock for Pedro made it a little more bearable. The rewrites, and resultant reshoots, unfortunately, had not stopped. In fact, as they were about to learn, they had gotten far worse.

On the morning of September 19, Oscar lies in bed, awake, but not ready to start the day just yet. Morning sun streams in from glass doors leading onto a small garden patio. When a text notification sounds just after 9:30, Oscar is delighted to see it’s from Pedro, informing Oscar that he has a few hours before filming resumes and to call when he wakes up. His slippers shuffle quietly on hardwood as Oscar makes his way to the kitchen, where he pops a coffee pod into a single cup brewer and a bagel into the toaster, before moving back down the hall to the bathroom. When he returns, he takes his coffee and bagel to the patio. Propping his feet on the wrought iron table, Oscar takes a bite of breakfast as he listens to the weird ring of his international call. Pedro picks up halfway through the second ring.

“Hey, sexy!” Pedro says jovially as soon as he sees Oscar’s face.

“Hey to you too, gorgeous. How are you?”

“Good, now that I’m talking to you. I didn’t wake you up with my text, did I?”

“No, mi amor, I was already awake. Just enjoying the morning before I have to head uptown. How are things on set today?”

“Surprisingly not too bad. I’ve not gotten any new pages all day. There’s a real chance we could finish this thing on time and I could be back in New York by the 29th.”

Oscar can picture Pedro coming through the gates with his bags. Can see his eyes alight when Pedro spots him from across the terminal. A huge grin spreads across his face at the thought of finally being able to see his Pedrito again. To touch him, to smell him, to taste him again, after being apart for so long.

“I can’t wait until you’re home again, mi Pedrito! I fucking miss having you close to me. So I can touch you, and kiss you, whenever I want to.”

“Me too, mi luna! This distance is killing me. I just want to—, uh, hold on a second. Someone just walked in.” Placing his hand over the microphone, Pedro speaks to the newcomer. Oscar can’t hear the conversation very well, but he does hear Pedro’s response with resounding clarity. “God damn it!! Are you fucking kidding me, Trevor? Please tell me this is a fucking joke!” Oscar can hear Trevor mumbling in response while quickly retreating, then a door slamming as he leaves the room.

“What’s happening? What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me,” Oscar says gently when Pedro returns to the phone. Breathing heavily, Pedro lets out a heavy sigh before answering.

“These god damned rewrites and reshoots have completely fucked the schedule, and now we’re not gonna wrap until fucking October 15th!! I swear to god, Oscar, if that asshole Kyle comes in here—“

Oscar cuts him off before he can say something he may regret. “Pedro, baby, calm down. It’ll be ok, we’ll make—“

“No, Oscar, it fucking won’t be ok!! Oh my god, I’m freaking out over here. Why can’t I just wake up from this nightmare?” Pedro says, his breathing becoming impossibly fast. Oscar can hear it in Pedro’s voice that he is spiraling.

“Pedro, Pedro, breathe baby, breathe. The 6th is just a day. Being together, or not, won’t change its significance. We can celebrate the entire rest of October if you want. We both knew not being able to be together to share something was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Ugh, you’re right. I’m sorry for snapping at you, mi corazon. This whole thing has been a gigantic clusterfuck, but I had no right to respond the way I did. I overreacted and now I feel like the world’s biggest asshole. This whole project has been a shit show of epic proportions, and my nerves are absolutely shot. It’s just been one thing after another. But I shouldn’t have gone off on Trevor like that, kid’s just the messenger. I have to go apologize, babe. Call you back in a few minutes?”

“Of course. Take care of what you need to. I’ll be here for a few more hours,” Oscar assures him.

Forty-five minutes pass before Oscar’s phone rings. When Oscar accepts the FaceTime request he’s met with a screen full of brilliant blue sky, patches of fluffy white clouds and a tuft of unmistakable brown hair. Oscar grins and tries to stifle a giggle. Before he speaks he grabs a quick screenshot because this image is too perfect not to save.

“Hey, babe. You there?”

“Oh, hey,” Pedro replies, as if shocked Oscar is on the line. Picking up the phone, Pedro looks at Oscar’s face and smiles his adorable little half smile. “Sorry, guess I spaced out for a second.”

“Did you get things straightened out with Trevor?”

“Yeah. Poor kid’s terrified of me now though. He flinched when I approached him, Oscar. Fernando is the only other person who’s ever flinched when they saw me…  for good reason, mind, but it’s weird having this kid be afraid of me. Frankly, I hope Fernando flinches at me for the rest of his life, especially if I’m holding a fork… but I don’t want this kid to be afraid of me.”

“I’m sure he’ll come around. I know you’re a cuddly tiger, but you can be quite intimidating,” Oscar replies flirtatiously.

“Soy tu tierno tigre, y tu eres mi feroz gatito (I'm your tender tiger, and you're my fierce kitten),” Pedro replies playfully. “After I cooled down and spoke to Trevor I went to see Kyle. Without going into details that are none of his fucking business I told Kyle I won’t be on set on the 6th. Since Trevor had already talked to him and told him I was seething mad, Kyle didn’t even put up any resistance. I have to be on set on the 5th and 7th though. So, while I can’t whisk away to come see you, I can at least have the day to celebrate with you,” Pedro says with a heavy sigh.

“I’ll clear my calendar and we can spend all day talking on the phone. Maybe we can even FaceTime a meal together,” Oscar says happily.

He can already feel the cogs churning in his mind though, a quiet plan quickly formulating. As soon as he’s off the phone he contacts his agent to make travel arrangements. Before the day is over he has a one way, non-stop ticket out of JFK. He grins like an idiot when he sees his 13-digit ticket number is made up of their birthdays and anniversary, albeit in absolutely no clear order. Only someone looking for the connection would see it.

Although they talk and text as often as their schedules allow, Oscar gives no hints of his plans to Pedro. After researching the area for a few days, Oscar begins to create a loose schedule that includes dinner reservations for the 6th, and a private boat rental for the weekend. He’s already reached out to Franklin, who was thrilled to be part of making this trip possible, and gladly provided Oscar with Pedro’s hotel information and added Oscar as a guest to avoid any issues with hotel management and security. The plan was for Oscar to slip into Pedro’s room while he was on set and surprise him when he returned. Oscar already had it worked out in his mind how it would go and was excited to finally see his Pedrito again.

His plane leaves JFK the evening of October 4, arriving just before 9 AM in Malta the following morning. Pedro isn’t scheduled to be on set until 10 AM, so Oscar stops at an airport coffee shop for a quick breakfast before heading to the hotel. Forty minutes later Oscar has checked into the hotel and is putting his things away. Knowing Pedro won’t call for a few more hours, he sets an alarm for 1:30 and crawls onto the king bed. Burying his face deep in Pedro’s pillow Oscar inhales his lover's scent and is asleep almost instantly.

When his alarm goes off three hours later it takes him several moments to remember where he is. Looking at his watch, he calculates that he has about 7-8 hours to get everything set up. He calls down to the front desk and is transferred to Luca, the concierge. Oscar proceeds to order large bouquets of daisies, in white, lilac and pink, as well as lilac roses, a bottle of local vintage wine and a tiny stuffed tiger. From guest services he orders two plush robes, two sets of slippers and an extra set of towels. With the exception of the flowers and wine, everything is delivered within an hour. Luca tells Oscar it took quite a few calls to find the tiny tiger, and that he got two because he wasn’t sure the one was small enough. When they’re delivered Oscar assures him they’re both perfect.

At 3 PM, on the dot, Oscar’s phone rings. Brimming with excitement and anticipation, it’s all Oscar can do to not ruin his surprise. Since their schedules have been relatively consistent these past few weeks Oscar has a fairly solid outline for Pedro’s day. They’ll talk until about 5 while Pedro eats lunch, then he’ll stay on set until 7 or 8. After that he’ll return to the hotel to wind down a little, then go out for dinner. When Pedro asks Oscar what he’s been up to, Oscar doesn’t lie to Pedro, but he also doesn’t share more information than absolutely necessary. When their call ends just before 5, Oscar checks his to-do list. Now that he knows Pedro will wrap at 7:30 he orders the flowers be brought up at 6 and the wine at 7:45. For the next three and a half hours Oscar works to prepare the room. The bed, and surrounding floor, are adorned with a delicate tapestry of fragrant flower petals imbuing the room with their sweet essence. After the wine arrives, and Oscar eyes the room to make sure he’s not overlooked anything, he disappears into the bathroom. When he comes out, he’s wearing one of the plush white robes, a pair of slippers and a huge grin, but nothing else.

With bated breath Oscar waits, glancing at his phone every few minutes to gauge how much longer he has before Pedro arrives. At twelve past eight a key card beeps and the door handle engages. The way the room is set up Pedro won’t be able to see him until he’s passed through a kitchen area and short hallway. Oscar can hear Pedro putting his bag in the coat closet and suddenly his stomach is filled with millions of chaotic butterflies. It’s all he can do to keep from crying out Pedro’s name. When Pedro finally rounds the corner he’s looking at his phone. Oscar frowns slightly. This isn’t going quite as he’d expected.

Eyes still down, Pedro inhales deeply, pinpointing the fragrance of a mixture of flowers, but also an undercurrent of something warm, familiar and comforting, that he can’t quite place. One thing he does know is that none of these smells were here when he left this morning. The underlying smell, the one that somehow reminds him of home, is driving crazy because he knows what it is, but his brain just won’t make the connection. Shifting his gaze straight ahead the first thing he notices is a small table topped with a bottle of wine, two wine glasses and two distorted shapes he can’t quite make out. In his peripheral vision he sees the floor is littered with multiple shades and types of flower petals. Eyes traveling left across the room he sees more petals on the bed. As he continues to scan the room his eyes finally fall upon Oscar, who is grinning so hard his face hurts. His head tilting slightly right, Pedro blinks slowly and continues to stare, but doesn’t seem to comprehend what’s now in front of him.

“Pedro?” Oscar asks, a hint of concern and confusion in his tone. “Babe?” Oscar’s eyebrows knit together, his lips pursed, as he stands and walks over to Pedro, who is still staring blankly at him.

As Oscar closes the gap between them, Pedro’s nose, eyes and brain slowly start to communicate with one another. He now recognizes the comforting scent as Oscar’s cologne. Now that they’re standing so close to one another his synapses are finally firing. Pedro blinks rapidly as he comes out of his fugue state and finally sees Oscar for the first time.

“Oscar?” Pedro asks in bewilderment, for surely this three month nightmare has taken a twisted turn, driving him to painfully real hallucinations.

“Hey,” Oscar says softly, the look of concern melting away to reveal a relieved smile. His fingers tenderly brush over Pedro’s cheek as he stares into Pedro’s rich chocolate eyes.

Before either of them can comprehend what’s happening, Pedro’s lips crash into Oscar’s with enough force to make him take a step backwards. Pedro’s hands cup Oscar’s face as he kisses him with a feral hunger neither have ever felt before. To be wanted was one thing, but to be craved like this was exhilarating. As soon as their bodies collided Oscar felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him like wildfire. Within mere moments he is achingly hard. His fingers weave deep into Pedro’s hair as a moan passes between their lips. Pedro’s hands release their hold on Oscar’s face, only to become lost in the forest of his hair. Grunting loudly against his lips, Pedro’s grip on Oscar’s hair tightens as he walks them to the edge of the bed. When Oscar’s knees bump into the mattress he loses his balance and falls onto the blanket of petals. He scrambles backwards as Pedro’s arms frame him and he climbs onto the bed. Each time their lips break apart Pedro surges forward seeking refuge in them, like a parched man drawn to water. 

Oscar continues to clamber backwards until he hits the bank of pillows at the head of the bed. Pedro advances forward again, arms still framing Oscar’s torso, legs now straddling his thighs. Leaning back, he drinks in the sight of his paramour with eyes darkened by an insatiable hunger. Their frantic movements have caused Oscar’s robe to open, revealing his naked chest and stomach, his skin the color of toasted honey. Leering at Oscar, eyes moving slowly downward, Pedro sees the robe has opened more than he realized when his gaze falls upon the dark patch of pubic hair at the nexus of Oscar’s shaft. A low, guttural growl escapes Pedro as he licks his lips hungrily. A wicked half grin plays at Oscar’s kiss-swollen lips as he realizes just how beastial this man is behaving and he wonders briefly if he’s about to be kissed, ravaged or devoured. He finds he’s happy with any of these fates. 

His scrutinizing stare intensifies as his eyes trace back up Oscar's torso, taking in every detail. When Oscar opens his mouth to speak, Pedro shakes his head almost imperceptibly, before kissing him hard. When the kiss breaks, he takes Oscar’s lower lip between his teeth, biting as gently as his ravenous nature allows. Pedro grazes his teeth over Oscar’s chin, grips his face, and lasciviously drags his tongue along Oscar’s jaw. His tongue craves to savor every inch of Oscar's body, while his hands yearn to caress it with perverse pleasure. Starved to the brink of madness, he’s unable to focus on any one area for longer than a few seconds before moving from one delicious spot to the next. Sliding the robe over Oscar’s shoulders, Pedro nips and kisses his neck, shoulders and clavicles, his mouth paying tribute to the exquisite beauty before him. Moving backwards until he’s on all fours, Pedro swirls the tip of his tongue around each of Oscar’s nipples before licking and kissing a trail to his navel.

Now resting just above Oscar’s knees, Pedro runs his fingers down Oscar’s chest until they reach the belt of his robe, the last vestige of Oscar’s feigned modesty. With great care, Pedro begins to undo the knot that has become taut during their rowdiness. Oscar places his hands over Pedro’s as his lover’s fingers work deftly to undo the belt. Once it’s undone, they languidly draw his robe back, revealing Pedro’s prize. Releasing Pedro’s hand, Oscar grips his cock and begins to work it slowly. When he looks into Pedro’s eyes he realizes Pedro is mesmerized by the sight before him, head bobbing gently in time with Oscar’s movements. Oscar moans loudly for his consort as he brushes the head of his cock with his finger. Pedro gulps loudly, slavering like a carnivore about to devour his prey. Pedro’s grin widens as he loosens himself from Oscar’s grip and begins to slide backwards along Oscar’s thighs, fingers dragging his velvet skin, until he’s straddling Oscar’s knees. Oscar immediately understands the intent behind his movement, draping his legs over Pedro’s shoulders once Pedro is nestled between his thighs. Pedro lays soft kisses along the delicate surfaces as Oscar continues to lazily work his cock, his lover’s stare never leaving his pumping fist.

Propping himself up on his left elbow, Pedro wraps his right arm around Oscar’s leg before kissing a path to his knee, and back to his inner thigh. When he’s back to start he runs his finger over Oscar’s hand, silently urging Oscar to remove it so he can take over. Oscar shivers when he feels Pedro’s tongue on the base of his erection, moaning loudly as it glides up his length. Pedro swirls his tongue over the glistening slit before taking the tip into his mouth as he takes over stroking Oscar’s cock.  Before long Oscar is panting and writhing, bucking his hips until his cock hits the back of Pedro’s throat, causing Pedro to gag. Undeterred, Pedro continues to take Oscar as deep as he can while his wrist continues its rhythmic motion. When he feels Oscar’s cock twitch against his tongue, he reluctantly pulls back and bites Oscar’s right inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark and elicit a gasp of surprise. Sitting upright, Pedro quickly removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Undoing his button and zipper, he pulls his pants and boxers down far enough to free his own hard cock.

Now it’s Oscar’s turn to lick his lips with ravenous hunger. He slides back as far as the mountain of pillows behind him will allow so he can sit up straight. Oscar runs his fingertip in delicate circles around Pedro’s head before running his thumb along the sensitive underside of his length. As he begins to stroke Pedro’s cock he leans in and kisses him tenderly. A far departure from the lustful cravings he’s adrift in, Oscar wants to savor their reunion just a little before he lets Pedro devour him completely. Oscar works his hand as slowly as he can, worried that if he goes any faster Pedro may not be able to fight his body’s need for release. He doesn’t want three months of pent-up sexual frustration to end in disappointment. Pedro’s head lolls as his eyes roll back, a low, deep moan filling the quiet room. Oscar takes this opportunity to kiss and lick his exposed neck, relishing the taste he’s been longing for since July. Just when Oscar thinks Pedro’s appetite may have quelled, Pedro grips his hips tightly and pulls him flush before pressing his hand lightly against Oscar’s chest. His eyes half-lidded yet ablaze with unbridled lust, Pedro spits into his palm, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up at Oscar’s entrance. He gently presses his spit slicked head against Oscar’s entrance a few times before he slowly penetrates. 

Moving at an achingly slow pace, Pedro buries himself to the hilt, then stops. His breath catches in his throat as the sheer heat and tightness of Oscar around his cock are almost too much to bear. Pedro presses close to Oscar, his breath warm and weighty against Oscar’s throat, seeking solace in his proximity as he attempts to steady his nerves. Oscar anchors his fingers into Pedro’s hair, pulling gently, but with authority, until Pedro is looking into his eyes. Even though he’s already claimed dominance, there’s a look of questioning in Pedro’s eyes. Has his intense hunger for Oscar’s touch made him go too far? Oscar leans in, bringing Pedro's face close to his own, their foreheads touching. Gently brushing his lips against Pedro's, he softly murmurs "yes". Just a single word, one syllable, is enough to calm Pedro’s nerves. He begins to move his hips in slow, tight circles, mustering all of his willpower to not cum immediately.  Oscar bites Pedro’s chin playfully, drags his tongue across Pedro’s lips and kisses him deeply with a soft tenderness that matches the sudden mood shift. Oscar rolls his hips against Pedro’s, gradually increasing the arc of the circle, but maintaining the same slow pace. Their passionate moans reverberate throughout the room as their tempos slowly increase. 

Oscar peppers tender kisses along Pedro’s shoulder, his fingertips tracing the line of his spine while Pedro kneads his fingers into the back of Oscar’s neck, his lips grazing along Oscar’s jaw. Pedro buries his face into the crook of Oscar’s neck as his hand finds Oscar’s cock, pressed between their stomachs, and begins to stroke him slowly once more. As their tempo escalates, verging on madness, Oscar caresses Pedro’s face, pulling him close. Both struggling to catch their breath, their lips meet softly as they breathe heavily into each other's mouths. They can each feel the buildup of pressure deep in their centers, that marvelous tingling sensation, as their muscles begin tightening. Their orgasms erupt at almost the same time, washing over them with such intensity they collapse into one another. Oscar’s release runs slowly down their chests, stomachs and Pedro’s hand, quite the exquisite mess. Oscar still pulses around Pedro’s cock with the aftershocks of his release. They sit in tranquil silence, gently tracing each other's features and weaving invisible poetry across their bodies, all the while exchanging tender whispers of affirmation. Pedro licks Oscar’s cum off his palm, sharing the sinful taste of him with an ardent kiss. Only for a moment, Oscar pulls back, sucking each of Pedro’s fingers clean, never breaking their eye contact as he revels in the shared taste of himself and the salt of Pedro’s skin. Once again their lips meet, tongues tangling in their carnal desire.

Pedro kicks off his pants and boxers, adding them to the crumpled shirt and robe on the floor. They lie on the bed in silence, gazing at each other’s faces for several minutes before either of them speaks. 

“When did you get here,” Pedro asks, his lips pressed against Oscar’s neck, just below his ear. He smiles when Oscar shivers.

“Around 9 this morning. Had to hang out at the airport for about 40 minutes to make sure you didn’t see me.” Oscar kisses the tip of Pedro’s nose before sliding off the bed. When Pedro reaches out for him, he grins and drags his fingertips along the underside of Pedro’s arm. “I’m just going to get us some wine.”

“How did you get in here,” Pedro asks with amusement. “Did you use your charm on the front desk clerk? He’s pretty sexy.”

“I had to blow so many people to get in here,” Oscar chuckles, handing Pedro both glasses as he climbs back into bed, propping himself up on the mound of pillows. Once he’s settled, he takes his glass back and places both tiny stuffed tigers between them. “Starting with Raul at the front desk. You’re right, he is pretty sexy, but no one holds a candle to you, mi tigre,” he says sweetly, picking up the smallest of the two stuffed tigers and walking it across Pedro’s thigh and up his side.

“What are these,” Pedro asks, picking up the larger of the two tiny tigers and examining it closely.

“Un tigre para mi tigre (a tiger for my tiger), well, two tigers. I asked Luca, the concierge, to find me a tiny tiger while I got the room ready, and he got both because he wasn’t sure the one was small enough,” Oscar says, his smile radiating. 

“You must have given those guys really good head to be on a first name basis,” Pedro laughs, trying not to spill his wine.

“I’ve not had any complaints so far,” Oscar retorts playfully, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“Well, you certainly won’t get any from me,” Pedro says in a sincere, yet amused, tone. 

Pedro winks at him, and Oscar is worried, for the briefest of moments, that his heart may actually explode with the love he feels for this man. He inhales deeply, taking in the mingling smells of Pedro, flowers, wine and sex. It’s an intoxicating aroma, one he hopes he’ll smell for the rest of this life, and in any and all lives thereafter. A tender smile brightens Oscar’s features as he finally exhales, etching this moment into his heart. He knows he’s been staring, but there’s nothing to be done about it.

“What,” Pedro asks, becoming slightly self conscious, “do I have something on my face?”

“Only that gorgeous smile and magnificent mustache,” Oscar responds as he checks the time. “We’d better grab a quick shower and get dressed if we’re gonna make our dinner reservations on time.”

Within moments of getting into the shower they’ve forgotten all about dinner. Three long months of desire and longing and they just can’t keep their hands off each other. They make love again in the shower and by time they finally get out their reservation window has passed, so they order room service and feed each other in bed. Bellies and libidos temporarily sated they cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms on a bed of flower petals.

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Act VI: A Long, Long Time

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When Pedro wakes up the next morning he’s alone, lying naked atop the comforter. The room feels cold and empty. Did he imagine last night? It felt so real, so solid. Had separation anxiety finally driven him to the point of actual insanity?

When he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, he feels something on his cheek. Pulling it away, he stares at it briefly. A lilac-colored daisy petal, one of his favorite flowers in his all-time favorite color. 

“Fuck. If this isn’t real, it’s the cruelest god damned dream ever,” he mutters to himself.

From the corner of his eye, he sees movement on the terrace. Oscar is sitting on a chaise drinking coffee and watching ships pass by. Pedro grins as he watches Oscar’s hair blowing in the gentle breeze off the Mediterranean Sea. Pedro steps into the bathroom and grabs the second plush white robe from a hook behind the door, splashing cold water on his face before joining Oscar outside.

As the sliding glass door opens Oscar looks over his shoulder and grins the grin of lovesick fools. Pedro can’t help but smile as the last 365 days flash before his eyes. How has it been a whole year already?

“Hola, mi carino. How did you sleep?”

“I’ve not slept this good since I left LA,” Pedro responds with a sigh. His voice suddenly vulnerable, he continues, “I still can’t believe you’re here. I’m terrified I’ll wake up and this will all be a dream.” His grin quickly turns into a grimace.

Oscar wonders whether Pedro can sense his heartache as he gazes into those wide, uncertain brown eyes, questioning the reality of the moment. Without uttering a word, he wraps Pedro in a tight, reassuring embrace, unsure of how to convince him that this is not just a dream. The euphoria of their previous night has evaporated, leaving behind a lingering sense of doubt and disbelief.

"I'm here, my love, always here for you. I'll be by your side until we're ready to go home," Oscar assures him, kissing him gently on his cheek. Pedro's tears begin to flow softly, as he nestles his face into Oscar's neck, inhaling his comforting scent. All Oscar can do is caress his back and run his fingers through his hair, offering silent solace. They hold each other tightly for several minutes, rocking gently.

As Pedro’s tears subside, he takes a small step back. “I’m sorry, Oscar. I didn’t mean to—,” 

"Hush now, my love. There’s no need for apologies. I know how hard this has been for you. I only wish I could've been here sooner," Oscar whispers, his touch gentle as he caresses Pedro's cheek. Their lips meet in a tender kiss, filled with longing yet soft and romantic. “Do you feel like getting some breakfast?”

Within fifteen minutes they’re downstairs in the hotel restaurant browsing the menu. Their feet caress each other under the table as they savor their food. Beaming with delight, they relish the thrill of being together again after such a long time apart.

When they’ve had more than their fill at breakfast they take a stroll through the city streets, admiring the beauty of their surroundings as Pedro points out some of his favorite places. They wander through small, local artisan shops, buying the occasional piece of artwork or furniture. Most of these purchases are prepared for shipment to either Los Angeles or Brooklyn. Visiting small fruit stands they sample several pieces of exotic fruit, requesting some to be delivered to the hotel. They also purchase small trinkets to exchange since their actual gifts are in Brooklyn. Oscar regrets not bringing their gifts with him, but he didn’t want to risk them being lost by the airline.

Around 1:30 pm they stop for lunch at a cozy little cafe before walking down to the beach. Afterwards they walk, hand in hand, along the water’s edge in silence, holding their shoes as the warm water splashes against their bare feet. When they come upon a secluded stretch of beach they sit on the white sand and watch the waves crash against the shore. Pedro leans his head on Oscar’s shoulder, with one hand resting on Oscar’s right thigh. Oscar, in turn, places his hand atop Pedro’s, his fingers tracing delicate lines across its surface. They sit on the shore for several hours, talking about everything and nothing. After a while Pedro curls up beside Oscar, lying his head in Oscar’s lap. Oscar runs his fingers through Pedro’s hair, and before long Oscar can hear Pedro’s light snore. They stay like this until Pedro’s growling stomach wakes him up. Walking back into town, they dine at the restaurant they missed their reservation for the previous night. By the time they return to the hotel the sun is starting to set. They sit on the terrace and watch it slip below the horizon while they sip wine.

“This view is stunning. Do you get to enjoy it often?”

“At least once a day I try to sit out here and watch the boats pass. There are fewer at night, but sometimes they’ll be lit with string lights. Those are my favorite.”

When Oscar’s glass is empty, he stands, taking Pedro’s empty glass with him as he goes inside to refresh their drinks. Upon his return, he sets their glasses on a small table before moving behind Pedro, where he begins to massage his shoulders. He can feel so much tension stored there. His thumbs work deep into the tissue, slowly loosening the muscles. His right hand glides, palm extended, tracing down Pedro’s chest, over his abdomen, before gently lifting the hem of Pedro’s shirt. Pedro leans forward just enough to allow Oscar to pull his shirt off, before tossing it on top of the now vacant lounger. As he reclines, Oscar tenderly kisses Pedro's warm skin, planting a trail of kisses from the nape of his neck to just beneath his earlobe. Pedro moans softly as Oscar nibbles, his left hand running over Pedro’s chest. Gently squeezing Oscar's hand and giving a slight tug, he silently encourages Oscar to come around. Oscar's fingers lightly brush against Pedro's shoulder as he moves around to the front of Pedro's chaise lounge and settles himself astride Pedro's thighs. Hands on Pedro’s sides, Oscar leans in, kissing his lover deeply. Pedro's hands rest high on Oscar's back, gliding downward with deliberate slowness. Upon reaching the hem of Oscar's shirt, he firmly grasps it with both hands, leisurely slipping it over Oscar's head and casually tossing it on top of his own. Hands resting on Oscar’s hips, Pedro licks his lips as he takes in the sight before him, a view he’s missed for what feels like an eternity. As his gaze travels over Oscar's physique, Oscar leans in close, his lips nearly brushing against Pedro's, his warm breath heavy against Pedro's moist lips.

“Touch me,” Oscar commands quietly.

“Where?” Pedro asks, suddenly nervous and unsure of himself. Having spent so many months apart has made it feel like it’s his first time all over again.

“Wherever you want to, Pedrito. You’re in charge. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Grasping Pedro’s hands, he guides them up his stomach, pressing them firmly to his own chest. Oscar craves Pedro’s touch in every way imaginable, utterly consumed by his tactile desire. Even though they couldn’t keep their hands off each other the night before, it still feels like he’s not felt the heat of Pedro’s hungry touch for a lifetime. Leaning in, Pedro brushes his lips gently against Oscar’s, savoring the moment, while his hands move up and down Oscar’s chest. His fingers move across Oscar’s skin as if he were reading an enthralling story written in braille. A soft moan escapes Oscar’s lips as Pedro lightly drags his nails over his lover's nipples and ribs. When his fingers reach the top of Oscar’s shorts, they hook into the waist, pulling the band taught, until he can see the dark grove of Oscar’s pubic hair. The band sounds a satisfying snap as he releases it, causing Oscar to inhale sharply. Oscar bites his lower lip as Pedro’s fingers brush over the outline of his awakening cock. Fingers glide delicately over Oscar's thighs, tracing a path to his knees. When he reaches the hem of Oscar’s shorts, his hands discreetly slip beneath the fabric, his thumbs exerting gentle pressure as his hands move up Oscar’s inner thighs, eliciting a satisfying groan for his efforts. He continues to run his hands up and down Oscar’s thighs in this manner, each upward journey bringing him closer to his prize, but deliberately never quite reaching it.

“God I’ve missed this so much, your touch, your scent, your taste,” Pedro whispers as he leans in, his forehead resting against Oscar’s. Their noses nestle together seamlessly as Pedro tenderly presses his lips to Oscar’s in a series of innocent kisses.

“Me too, Pedrito,” Oscar says softly, his fingers gently caressing Pedro’s back. “The night you left was hard. I was sitting alone in the LA house completely immersed in you, yet you were getting further and further away from me. I sat on the balcony for hours just staring out into the city, willing myself to stop thinking of you not being with me.” Oscar nuzzles Pedro, still so desperate for his touch. Oscar sighs. “I’d intended to head to New York anyways, but after that first night, I knew I couldn’t stay in LA. It would have driven me mad.”

“When we talked about it before I left it seemed like it would be so easy. Daily phone calls and texts, video calls when we could manage. But it was just like this never-ending series of things that prevented us from doing any of that,” Pedro replies softly.

“When I went to bed that first night, the bed seemed so big and empty. I could smell you on the sheets, could almost feel your touch, but it was always just out of reach. I’d try running my fingers over my chest, pretending it was you, I even tried jerking off, but it just wasn’t the same.” Oscar leans back, wanting to stare into those rich cocoa eyes, wanting to lose himself in them. “I decided two things that night. First, that I was going to go back to New York the next day, and second, that until we could be together again, I wasn’t going to touch myself.” His hands move slowly up Pedro’s torso, nails dragging feather soft, as they descend. “Regardless of whether we communicated via phone, video chat, or in person, I felt it wouldn't be right to deny you pleasure if I indulged in mine. So, I only allowed myself pleasure when you could share in the experience as well. It’s why I was so quick to loosen the rules. Had I known it was causing you so much distress I’d have lifted them entirely before you even left.”

“Really?” Pedro asks, his fingers still raking up and down Oscar’s thighs, still not quite reaching the apex.

Oscar shrugs as his fingers begin to fuss with the buttons of Pedro’s shorts. He grins as he unfastens each button. He’d not seen a button fly since the 90’s.

“What?” Pedro laughs.

“You’re making me work for it tonight,” Oscar chuckles.

“I don’t want you to think I’m too easy,” Pedro replies with a mischievous wink.

“I would never think that, darling,” Oscar says in a sultry tone as he pulls the fabric away, exposing the base of his lover's shaft. God how he loves it when Pedro goes commando.

Licking, then biting his lower lip, Oscar lightly runs his index finger up and down this small section of newly exposed skin. Grasping the sides of Pedro’s shorts Oscar tugs gently, prompting Pedro to lift his hips. Oscar shimmies the shorts down just enough to expose most of Pedro’s cock. Their eyes lock as he runs his index and middle fingers smoothly up and down the sides of Pedro’s exposed length. Pedro breathes slowly, deeply, gripping the edges of the chaise, hoping it will help anchor his concentration. Oscar continues this for several minutes, until Pedro is gasping, writhing under his touch.

“Do you like that, baby?”

Pedro nods as a shiver runs through him. Grasping Pedro’s shorts, Oscar slides them down until he’s just past Pedro’s knees. Pedro lifts his legs, allowing the shorts to be removed and discarded on the growing pile of clothes. Taking Pedro’s left foot in hand, he kisses from Pedro’s inner calf to his inner thigh, draping Pedro’s legs over his shoulders as he leans in closer. Oscar alternates between kissing, licking and biting both of Pedro’s inner thighs, eliciting a series of satisfying moans. He licks away pearls of precum that have started to drip down Pedro’s hard cock, before taking the tip into his mouth. When Pedro’s hips lift off the chaise, Oscar places his left hand, fingers splayed, over Pedro’s lower abdomen, gently pushing him back down. He takes Pedro deeper at an achingly slow, but exquisitely delicious, pace, until his chin rests on Pedro’s balls.

“Siete infiernos… Daddy…” Gasping for the breaths that were stolen, he curls his fingers around Oscar’s dark locks, tugging with urgency. “I need you inside me, mi amor. Fuck me until the only name I know is yours. Please…” Pedro begs with a desperate cry.

Gently resting Pedro’s legs back on the chaise, Oscar straddles his legs once more. He crawls forward on all fours, licking a slow, lascivious line up Pedro’s stomach, stopping only when his tongue glides across Pedro’s lips. Pedro grazes his teeth over Oscar’s chin before running his tongue across it. When Oscar leans back Pedro whimpers, until they make eye contact. Holding his gaze, Oscar slowly tilts his head down. Pedro’s eyes follow, as if hypnotized, being guided to the waist of Oscar’s shorts. Pedro leans in, nipping and sucking Oscar’s nipples. Fingers hooking into the elastic band once more, Pedro unhurriedly slides Oscar’s shorts down to his knees, where Oscar quickly maneuvers to discard them. He tosses them haphazardly onto the pile of their clothes, where they rest precariously on the edge of the lounger.

Eyes locked, Pedro spits into his palm, working his hand up and down Oscar’s cock. Oscar positions himself between Pedro’s drawn up legs, licking his index and middle fingers, before sticking them in Pedro’s mouth. Once they’re thoroughly wet, he runs them over Pedro’s tight hole as he lines himself up. He enters slowly, pleased at Pedro’s sharp intake of air. Even a year later it still feels like their first night together, warm and familiar, yet tight and unexplored. But he knows that last thought is incorrect, because he’s explored his lover more times than he can count, each time as exhilarating as the first. Oscar moves slowly at first, reading Pedro’s cues, before increasing his tempo. With each thrust Pedro lifts his hips, taking Oscar as deep as possible while simultaneously clenching his muscles. Oscar groans loudly at the tightening sensation. He alternates between quick, shallow thrusts and slow, deep penetration. With each slow thrust Pedro grips Oscar’s hips, pulling him deeper still, sometimes holding him in place for several seconds, ankles crossed behind Oscar’s back, savoring being completely filled.

Supporting himself on his left arm, Oscar leans in close. Pedro’s panting breaths are like fire against his lips as they crash into Pedro’s in a ravenous kiss. His right hand encircles Pedro’s cock, stroking him between their stomachs. It’s almost too much for either of them to bear after so many months of limited contact. Oscar bites Pedro’s shoulder just hard enough to elicit a passionate cry.

“There it is, mi tigre. I want the people across the sound to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself. I want them to be able to hear those feral sounds you’re making for me. I want them to know you belong to me!”

Under the starlit sky Pedro's voice quivers as he confesses to Oscar, "You own every part of me. My every breath, my every heartbeat. My soul."

"And I am entirely yours, in every conceivable manner, in every possible universe,” Oscar whispers against Pedro’s kiss swollen lips.

Their tongues delicately brush against each other's as they exhale heavily into one another's mouths, their lips tantalizingly close but never quite touching. He can see the telltale signs that Pedro is precariously close to the edge. Oscar presses Pedro’s cock against his own stomach as he ruts harder, the friction of Pedro’s cock grinding against his abdomen a sinful pleasure. The sounds this elicits from Pedro are absolutely obscene and Oscar isn’t sure if either of them can last much longer.

“Say my name when you cum for me,” Oscar whispers into Pedro’s ear.

Even though it wasn’t a command, those three words never fail to drown him in the sea of pleasure. Pedro cries Oscar’s name to the stars that pepper the night sky as his cock spasms with his release. Pedro’s glistening cum drips in thick rivulets down Oscar’s chest and hand, pooling where their bodies meet.

“Cum for me, Daddy, I want to feel you explode inside of me!”

Pedro’s wishes ever his command, Oscar thrusts deeply into his lover, the sound of his hips hitting Pedro’s thighs like gunshots in the still of the night. Oscar vocalizes loudly as Pedro’s muscles pulse around his throbbing cock, his cum erupting with enough force to temporarily expel the air from his lungs. Panting heavily, Oscar licks the spend that’s ran down his palm and forearm.  Still embedded, relishing the heat and involuntary muscle contractions, his hips work slowly back and forth. Oscar runs his hands over his chest, glazing Pedro’s release across his torso. Leaning forward, Oscar cups Pedro’s face with both hands, gently pulling him forward. Pedro props himself up with his left hand, right arm wrapping around Oscar’s neck, fingers lost in soft curls. Oscar kisses him greedily before licking Pedro’s face clean. Now it’s Oscar’s turn to lean back as Pedro licks his essence off Oscar’s chest, savoring the taste of them.

Oscar feels himself slowly sliding out as Pedro reclines once more, back flush against the lounger. Pressing Pedro’s legs against his stomach, Oscar lays prone between them and watches his cum trickle out of Pedro’s stretched hole before lapping it up with his tongue. Once every last drop has been claimed, Oscar props himself up enough to allow Pedro to stretch his legs out, before crawling up far enough to lay his head on Pedro’s still quivering stomach. Pedro’s fingers twirl around Oscar’s damp curls as they work to steady their breathing as they lie in the moonlight, spent and sated.

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Act VII: Adrift In A Sea of Bliss

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The following weeks pass in a flurry of utter madness. One extra week quickly becomes three. Each one filled with ten to twelve hour workdays, five days a week, until production finally manages to wrap the shoot on Tuesday, October 29. True to his word, Oscar remains by Pedro’s side throughout the concluding weeks of production, never missing a day on set. When they walk off set for the final time Pedro is in one of his joyfully chaotic moods. Oscar hasn’t seen him this happy since the party at Jason’s house in July.

“Now that you’re finally free, what do you want to do?”

Pedro looks at his phone and sees it’s late, too late to really go anywhere or do anything outside of bar hopping, and he’s not in the mood for that. Pursing his lips, he ponders for several moments before it comes to him.

“There’s a beautiful place just outside of town called Hastings Gardens. The views are magnificent from every side.”

They stop at the hotel concierge desk where Luca has left a picnic basket full of local fruits, wine, small glasses and a blanket. As Pedro runs their stuff to the room Oscar asks Luca to reschedule the private boat charter one last time. Minutes later a private car drops them off just outside of the garden entrance. They walk around the park, taking time to appreciate the beauty of nature in an area encased by stone. After a brief walk around the rim of the park they settle at a spot overlooking the glittering beauty of Manoel Island. Lights sparkle on the rippling waters surrounding the small land mass. They unfurl their blanket on the garden’s sloping concrete border, watching passing ships as they savor fresh fruit.

“I’m so glad this is finally over. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” Pedro pauses, his brow creasing, “I was starting to resent even coming here. This whole experience almost ruined this country for me.” Taking Oscar’s hand, Pedro looks deep into his eyes. “And thank you for coming. I’d have probably spiraled way worse than I did had you not come.”

Oscar turns their coupled hands over, pressing his lips tenderly to the back of Pedro’s.

“Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti, mi corazón. (You know I would do anything for you, my heart.) I’m sorry this turned out to be such a bad experience for you, but I’m grateful it hasn’t diminished your appreciation for the location.”

Pedro leans into Oscar, resting his head on his shoulder. They sit, fingers entwined, gazing at the city below. As Pedro nuzzles Oscar’s neck his eyes cast upward. He gasps softly. He’d been so focused on the beauty below he almost didn’t notice the beauty above them. The Milky Way glows in brilliant hues of purple, blue and pink. In the stillness of the night, under the Milky Way, they lay holding hands until the park closes at 10 PM.

***

When they return to the hotel they undress and lie naked in bed, legs entangled. They lay in silence for several minutes, lost in one another’s gaze. Pedro softly glides his fingertips up and down the curve of Oscar’s side, while Oscar delicately traces the contours of Pedro’s face. With each pass, Pedro’s fingers travel further south, until finally reaching his hip, where fanned fingers move slowly over Oscar’s pelvis. Running his middle finger up and down Oscar’s sleeping length, Pedro smiles impishly when he feels his lovers cock twitch.

“You are insatiable, mi tigre. Just one of the millions of things adore about you.”

Oscar slides forward until they’re almost nose to nose. Seizing Pedro’s chin, he trails his tongue across the side of Pedro’s face before gently nudging his nose. Pedro tilts his head, exposing the thick column of his neck, where Oscar nips and sucks until a bluish-purple blush darkens the skin. When Pedro’s lips part in a low moan, Oscar takes the plump lower lip between his teeth before kissing him ravenously. Before he realizes what’s happening, Oscar is flat on his back, Pedro straddling his thighs. A low, primal growl escapes him when Pedro starts grinding against his pelvis. When he attempts to sit up, Pedro pins him to the bed with his left hand. 

Arching forward, pressing both hands to Oscar’s stomach, Pedro licks his lips as he continues to move his hips with precision. Eyes alight with mischief, he takes Oscar’s hands, guiding them up his thighs. Oscar’s nails bite into muscle, his skin burning from the heat of Pedro's cock pressing against him as Pedro grinds harder still. Oscar’s cock throbs with need, the friction almost too much to bear. Oscar groans loudly as he reaches for Pedro’s hips, gripping them tightly. He bucks involuntarily as his lover continues to ride him, Pedro’s nails dragging across the velvety soft skin just below Oscar’s navel.

Oscar moans softly, biting his lower lip.  Turning his head to the side, he whispers “You feel so good against me.”

"I know you want me, Oscar," Pedro pants as he continues to grind against him. "You want my cock, don't you?"

Retrieving the lube from the small bedside table, Pedro reaches down between them, grabbing hold of Oscar's throbbing member. He applies the sticky liquid liberally onto Oscar’s cock, feeling it grow harder beneath his touch, stroking it slowly, until he’s fully erect. He rubs Oscar’s head over his entrance before slowing lowering himself onto it. Pedro moans softly in his lover's ear as he takes him deeper. Hips moving in slow, wide circles, he guides Oscar’s hand to his own erect member, encouraging Oscar to touch and explore him as he continues to ride him.

"I want you to stroke my cock while I ride you," he says as he leans forward, pressing his hips against Oscar's. "I want to feel your hands all over me while you’re inside me,” he whispers against Oscar’s lips in a low, sultry tone, before leaning back to give Oscar full access to his body. "Make me cum for you.”

"Anything for you," Oscar gasps, wrapping his fingers around Pedro's hard length, stroking him firmly but gently. He can feel the heat radiating off Pedro's skin as the heady scent of sex fills the air around them.

Pedro’s head lolls back as he moans with pleasure, his love bite glowing in the dim light of the bedside lamp. His hips roll in quick, concentric circles, as he continues to fuck himself on Oscar’s cock, giving his ass a thorough pounding. Having this control over Oscar is exhilarating and he finds he’s not felt such a marvelous ache since the first time Oscar edged him. This ache is almost insufferable, yet oddly euphoric. He feels as though he’s chasing a high he just can’t quite grasp. He loves being at Oscar's mercy, completely under his control, he always has. And yet, even as he enjoys every moment of it, Pedro knows that right now he needs more than just this if he’s going to finally reach that high he’s chasing so desperately. He needs to feel Oscar clenching around his throbbing cock, which has already started leaking with evidence of his pleasure. 

"Oscar," he manages between gasping breaths. Leaning over Oscar, his damp curls framing his face, Pedro nibbles Oscar’s earlobe before growling quietly in his ear, “I want to fuck you until the only coherent sound you can make is my name.”

They maneuver around on the bed until they’re sitting on their knees face to face. Oscar runs his thumb over Pedro’s crown before bringing it to his lips. His eyes dark with desire he licks his thumb slowly, savoring the taste, before reaching for the lube. Pedro guides Oscar’s hand as they spread the gel over Pedro’s cock. With a devilish smirk Pedro makes a twirling motion with his finger. Oscar bites his lower lip, kisses Pedro quickly and slowly turns around. Pedro places Oscar’s hands on the headboard and nudges Oscar’s leg with his knee. In silent obedience Oscar spreads his legs and leans forward. He gasps at the sudden cold as Pedro applies the lube, running his finger around the edge before slowly inserting a finger, then two, to help loosen him up.

Placing the container back on the nightstand, Pedro bites Oscar’s shoulder as he aligns himself. Feeling Pedro’s tip at his eager entrance, Oscar pushes himself backwards, achingly slow, until he’s accepted Pedro’s full length. Oscar groans as Pedro starts to move, slowly at first, but quickly gaining momentum. Left hand gripping his hip, Pedro snakes his right hand around Oscar’s waist, fingers fanning out over his stomach. Pedro's fingers glide down his lover's cock with tantalizing slowness, his thumb hooking over the base of it as he circles around the underside of his balls. He strokes him in this tight arc for several seconds before moving his hand to fully grip Oscar's shaft. As he continues to stroke him, Pedro ruts himself deeper and harder.

Pedro leans forward and whispers into Oscar's ear, "You like it when I touch you like this? When I stroke you and fuck you? Do you want to cum, mi gatito? ¿Le vas a pedir a tu tigre que te de el placer que deseas (Are you going to ask your tiger to give you the pleasure you want)?”

Oscar moans softly in response, nodding eagerly as he tightly clutches the headboard. Pressing his ass back against Pedro’s hips, Oscar looks over his shoulder at Pedro. Baring his gritted teeth, he continues to push back, impaling himself again and again as hard as he can.

“I want to feel your hand gripping my throat while you fuck me. Choke me until I see stars. Make me beg for it like the dirty little slut that I am.”

Their grunts and groans fill the room as they go harder. Soon the headboard is banging violently against the wall with an erratic rhythm. Pedro briefly releases Oscar’s cock, weaving his fingers deep into Oscar’s hair, pulling it tightly before pushing his face against the wall. Oscar moans loudly as stars dance across his backs of his eyelids.

“Pedro, you’re so fucking amazing. It feels so god damned good when you touch me, when you fuck me. I want to cum for you, mi tigre. Please, baby, let me cum for you. I need it, baby, I need it so bad. I want to paint these walls with my cum for you, Pedro… please.”

Pedro's fingers still grip Oscar's throat and stroke his cock as he leans in to lick a bead of sweat from between Oscar's shoulder blades. The sensation sends a shiver down Oscar’s spine and Pedro can feel himself growing even harder at the thought of having complete control over his lover.

"You taste so good," he murmurs softly, his lips trailing down Oscar's back. “I wanna let you cum, baby, I do. But first, you’re gonna have to tell me how badly you need it,” Pedro purrs against Oscar’s sweat slicked skin.

“I’m gonna go mad if I can’t cum for you, mi tigre. The feel of you, everywhere, all at once, it’s almost too much to bear.” His voice just above a whisper, Oscar begs softly, “please, baby, please let me cum for you.”

“Hmm, I love hearing you be submissive. It’s no wonder it turns you on so much to hear me beg. Cum for me, gatito,” Pedro whispers into his ear, his hand pressing Oscar’s cock flat to his stomach.

Oscar’s body vibrates like a tuning fork as his orgasm runs through him, expelling his release all over his chest and stomach. As the waves of euphoria continue to crash, Oscar’s muscles contract tightly around Pedro’s cock, the spasms driving Pedro to near dizziness. Releasing his grip from both Oscar’s throat and cock, Pedro firmly grips Oscar’s hip with one hand and places his other flat against the wall next to Oscar’s. Pedro rests his head on Oscar’s shoulder as he nips at the tender skin of the crook of his neck.

“God, you’re so tight, baby... fuck, mi gatito, you’re squeezing me so tightly with that perfect ass of yours. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yes,” Oscar pants as another wave of pleasure ripples through him and he involuntary clenches down on Pedro’s cock again.

“Just like that, fuck! I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and watch it seep out of that tight hole of yours, soaking my cock, mi puta!” Pedro exclaims as his orgasm starts to build, radiating from his center, pulsing through his body like electricity. His balls tighten as his seed fills Oscar, hot and thick, his fingers pressing deep into Oscar’s hip.

Oscar winces and lets out a soft hiss as Pedro's nails dig into his skin, relishing the sensation of delicious pain. He reaches back, gripping Pedro’s side as another shockwave travels up his spine. Pedro's palm meets Oscar's hand, their fingers intertwining as he guides them to Oscar's chin. With a gentle touch, he turns Oscar's head to the side, placing a tender kiss on his lips. Fingers still interlaced, Pedro peppers a trail of soft kisses down Oscar’s neck and across his shoulder. He kisses Oscar’s palm as he backs up, leaving Oscar feeling empty. Helping Oscar off the bed, Pedro kisses him deeply and leads him to the shower.

***

When they finally awake the following morning Pedro stretches lazily and yawns. A glance at the bedside table reveals it’s almost noon. After a leisurely lunch they take a car to the local marina, where a lone ship sits in the last slip at the end of the dock. Nauti Buoy is written across the stern. When Oscar points out that this is the boat he's rented for them, Pedro is surprised by how luxurious it looks. He’s been on plenty of boats in his lifetime, but none quite like this. As they climb aboard, he feels a sense of anticipation building inside him.

As the ship leaves the marina Oscar gives Pedro a tour of the upper decks. When Pedro heads towards the stairs leading to the lower desks, Oscar stops him, assuring him they’ll explore the lower decks after dinner. They ride north, admiring the crystal waters and ancient landscapes. Pedro loves being out on the water like this, surrounded by nothing but open space and endless possibility. Two and a half hours later they pass by Blue Lagoon, a secluded island beach. The medium sized yacht drifts past a packed ferry dock, before dropping anchor in a truly secluded cove. They alternate between swimming in the warm waters of the Mediterranean and lying on the white sand beach until the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

When they return to the boat Pedro is surprised to learn the vessel actually has four crew members instead of just two, including a chef. They dine on the very top deck, overlooking the water as the sky darkens. After dinner it’s finally time to explore the lower decks. The first of the two has sleeping quarters and a kitchen. While there is plenty of room to comfortably accommodate everyone presently onboard, Oscar explains that the crew will be staying ashore while they’re anchored in the cove. After they’ve toured each room on this deck they make their way deeper into the vessel.

Oscar opens a door at the end of the hall and flips a switch. As their eyes adjust to the light Pedro takes in the sight before him and blushes. This room is unlike anything he has ever seen. The walls are lined with various devices designed to assert, or relinquish, control. While Pedro is no stranger to many of the devices hanging neatly from hooks on the wall, he’s not had personal experience with any of them. A swing, suspended from the ceiling, hangs in the far corner of the room. He knows that, before the weekend is over, he’ll become very familiar with many of the devices here.

As they walk through the room, Oscar points out various instruments, explaining their function and operation. Pedro is especially intrigued by a pulley system in the middle of the room, which connects to points on both the ceiling and the floor. Oscar can’t help but smile as he watches Pedro examine the room. This room was clearly designed for exploration, to allow one to let go of their inhibitions and experience new sensations in complete safety. Pedro feels a shiver run down his spine as he takes it all in, excited by the possibilities this room has to offer.

“Tell me more about this…” Pedro says, his fingers trailing over a padded leather wrist restraint, which is part of the pulley system that caught his eye when they first walked in.

“Hmm, this is one of my favorites,” Oscar says, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Oscar can see that Pedro is nervous, but excited. Taking his hand, Oscar kisses him softly as he unbuckles the first wrist restraint. To Pedro’s surprise, Oscar hands him the cuff and extends his arm. Nodding his head, Oscar grins as Pedro hesitantly fastens the strap around his wrist.

When the first strap is secured Oscar gestures to the second one.

“What if someone comes down here?” Pedro asks nervously.

“They’ve already left for the mainland, darling. It’s just you and me.”  He stares into Pedro’s eyes, sensing his trepidation. "I trust you," he says simply, giving Pedro a meaningful look that tells him everything he needs to know.

Pedro feels a bolt of excitement run through him at these three simple words. He has never been given this level of control in their game play before, and it's both exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at once. But he knows that he can handle it, for Oscar's sake, if not his own. After the second strap is secure, Oscar motions to a metal rod on the floor. Pedro drops to his knees and examines the straps at either end. Although he doesn’t know the name of this device, he has a fairly good idea of what it does. Slowly but surely the restraints are fastened around Oscar's body, and Pedro feels more powerful with each buckle that clicks into place. When Oscar’s wrists and ankles are finally bound, and the nylon ropes pulled taut, Pedro feels a sense of satisfaction unlike anything else in the world. He takes a step back to admire his work, gazing at Oscar with an intensity that makes it clear just how much he wants him.

"Are you comfortable? Nothing’s too tight?" Pedro asks softly, running his fingers over the soft padding that extends slightly past the leather on Oscar's wrist.

"It’s perfect and I'm more than comfortable," Oscar replies with a grin. "I’m incredibly fucking turned on."

“I can see that,” Pedro says looking down at the bulge in Oscar’s swim shorts. Seeing Oscar like this, his arms above his head, and his legs spread, is making his cock twitch. “Seeing you like this, helpless, is so fucking sexy.”

Pedro steps closer, gripping Oscar’s chin, kissing him gently on the lips, the corner of his mouth, his jaw. His lips trail down Oscar’s neck as he slowly unbuttons his lover's shirt. Fingers slipping inside, he brushes his thumbs over Oscar’s nipples before dragging his fingers down Oscar’s exposed stomach.  Left hand gripping his hip, Pedro’s right rubs over the straining fabric of Oscar’s shorts, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against Oscar’s already hardening cock with each upward movement. Oscar moans each time Pedro applies pressure to his throbbing member, pushing his hips into every upward pass.

Pedro drops to his knees, kissing the fabric separating Oscar’s cock from his lips. Gripping the waist of Oscar’s shorts, Pedro slowly inches them down until his lovers' cock springs free. Oscar gasps loudly when Pedro’s nose rubs the underside of his length, the tip of his tongue drawing a line from base to tip. Pedro flicks his tongue over Oscar’s head before wrapping his lips around his thick cock. He stares up at Oscar, a wicked glint sparkling in his eyes as he watches Oscar watch him. Relaxing his jaw, Pedro takes him as deeply as he can, holding him there until he feels his lungs burn. Leaning back, he strokes his lover's shaft lazily before letting his cock slide down his throat again, keeping him there until his lungs ignite once more. Over and over again, he takes his lovers full length, while maintaining unwavering eye contact. Oscar realizes Pedro is catching on quickly as he tries to buck his hips forward, craving the heat of Pedro’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Oscar pants as he thrusts his hips forward again. “Please, baby. I want to feel you sweet lips around my cock again. You take me so well.”

He’s desperate for it and isn’t ashamed to show it. But with every thrust Pedro counters, leaning back just enough that Oscar can’t quite reach. He groans in frustration, feeling his pulse pounding against his temples. Pedro rises to his feet, turning his back to Oscar as he takes inventory of the tools at his disposal. His eyes are drawn to a suede flogger with a black and red braided handle. As he collects this from a hook on the wall Pedro spies a black satin eye mask, which he hooks onto his thumb. Oscar bites his lower lip when he sees what Pedro has found.

Pedro kisses the tip of Oscar’s nose as he slips the mask over Oscar’s eyes. As Oscar adjusts to losing a second of his five senses, his hearing becomes more attuned to his surroundings. He can hear waves gently breaking against the hull of the boat and the faint sound of rusting leather as Pedro allows the straps of the new toy to brush lightly against his bare chest. The soft suede feels amazing against his skin as Pedro guides it down his stomach and across his tender, aching member. As leather brushes over his swollen head he gasps.

“Do you like that, baby?” Pedro asks in a silky voice, enjoying his playthings involuntarily reactions to his teasing.

“It feels so good, mi tigre,” Oscar’s pants, “but nothing makes me feel quite as good as you do.” Licking his lips, Oscar continues, his tone playfully condescending. “Do you know how to use it?”

Pedro quickly takes the bait, drawing his arm back and slapping the flogger across Oscar’s chest and stomach. His strike is harder than he’d intended, but Pedro is pleasantly surprised when Oscar encourages him to put more strength behind it. With a slight hesitation, Pedro draws back again, hitting his lover harder. A satisfying snap fills the air as leather meets flesh and Pedro is rewarded for his efforts with a loud groan. Oscar licks his lips again, almost salivating, as he tells Pedro to do it again, commanding Pedro to hit him harder and lower.

“Are you sure,” Pedro asks, his tone slightly uncertain. When Oscar nods enthusiastically Pedro obeys.

The sounds of leather against leather and flesh, coupled with the feral sounds building deep in Oscar’s throat, are enough to make Pedro hard.

“Fuck, mi tigre, just like that!” Oscar exclaims, gripping the nylon ropes tightly.

Pedro smiles sinfully as he continues to flog his lover, elated by the sounds of ecstasy and the way Oscar’s body writhes with pleasure. But as much fun as as he’s having with these new toys, Pedro realizes he wants the chance to be where Oscar is now.

Kissing Oscar with a savage hunger, Pedro whispers against his lips, “Can I play now, Daddy?”

Oscar nods his head as his tongue caresses Pedro’s. Dropping to his knees, Pedro makes quick work of the ankle restraints. He drags his tongue slowly up Oscar’s length, catching pearls of pre-cum on the tip as he stands. He presses his body against Oscar as he undoes the wrist restraints, his erection pressing into Oscar’s stomach. As soon as Oscar’s hands are free, they find Pedro’s face, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Although Oscar wants to see his pet bound in the same manner he was just released from, Oscar has his sights set on a different piece of furniture. Oscar quickly shrugs off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor as he pulls Pedro’s shirt over his head. Oscar teasingly tugs at the waist of Pedro's swim trunks, gently loosening the drawstring and slowly pulling them down, appreciating the view of Pedro's cock as they fall to the floor.

Taking Pedro’s hand, Oscar leads him to the swing. Pedro’s eyes go wide as he takes in all of the straps hanging from multiple anchor points on the ceiling, wondering how in the world this device is supposed to support him. Oscar explains each piece of the swing as he helps him get safely seated. He knows that he’ll have Pedro bound by his wrists and ankles soon enough, but feels the swing is a safer introduction to this new type of play. The device has a fully adjustable back support, but Pedro can’t help but feel like he’s climbing into a hammock. He chuckles nervously as he adjusts himself in the swing, trying to get centered. Taking in Pedro’s angelic innocence as he wiggles his hips in the swing makes Oscar grin so hard his cheeks hurt. How can he be so turned on by this man, yet find him so incredibly endearing at the same time?

“I’ve got you, baby. I won’t let you fall,” Oscar assures him, unable to suppress his own laughter.

Helping Pedro lie down in the swing, Oscar kisses Pedro’s calves as he secures his feet into the stirrups. Once everything has been securely fastened and Pedro confirms he’s comfortable, Oscar steps between Pedro’s spread legs, stopping when his pelvis is flush with Pedro’s ass. His cock settles perfectly between Pedro’s cheeks as Oscar begins to rock his hips back and forth. As he explains the pulley system to Pedro, Oscar runs the palm of his hand up and down the length of Pedro’s erection, his fingers spreading to accommodate Pedro’s girth on each downstroke. It doesn’t take long at all for Pedro to start rolling his hips against Oscar’s cock as it glides over his eager entrance.

Pedro adjusts the straps of the swing so he's sitting upright, with his knees pulled to his chest. He bites his lip in anticipation as he watches Oscar stroke his cock, spreading lube around until he glistens in the warm overhead light. A soft whimper escapes him as Oscar starts to apply lube to the ring of muscle nestled between the rounded cheeks of his ass. Oscar’s thick fingers hint at what’s to come, ensuring he's ready for the press of Oscar’s cock. He gently penetrates his lover, allowing Pedro time to relax around him. Gripping Pedro’s hips, Oscar moves slowly, teasing him with the tip of his cock and groaning at how tight his pet is.

“Do you want it, mi tigre? Do you want me to fill you up, to stretch that tight little hole of yours?” Pedro nods eagerly, licking his lips hungrily. “Let me hear how badly you want my cock inside you, baby,” Oscar says as he continues to rock against Pedro’s ass, tortuously teasing his bound tiger.

Pedro attempts to move in a way that would make Oscar go deeper, but realizes he is at Oscar’s mercy. He can control the back support of the swing, but Oscar controls the entire lower half of his body. Pedro moans, partly from pleasure, partly from frustration, as Oscar pushes the tip of his cock just deep enough to open him up, then pulls out, over and over again.

“God, you feel so fucking amazing, mi tigre. So tight and warm,” Oscar purrs as he begins to stroke Pedro’s cock with languid pleasure. “Do you like being teased, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me, pet, what’s your favorite kind of teasing? “

“I love it when you bring me to the edge, Daddy,” Pedro’s breath hitches as Oscar increases his tempo on Pedro’s cock, hips still rocking, still refusing his lover full penetration.

“Do you enjoy being my plaything?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Pedro pants.

Pushing his aching member slightly deeper, just enough to elicit beautiful whimpers of longing, Oscar continues to edge Pedro for several more minutes. After what feels like a blissfully infinite lifetime Pedro can finally withstand this torture no longer.

Drawing in a deep breath, Pedro growls “FUCK ME!!” His knuckles turn white as he grips the straps tightly.  His entire body trembles with need.

The inexplicably commanding tone in his voice makes Oscar’s cock jump with arousal. Releasing his hold on Pedro’s cock, Oscar grips his hips tightly, fingers biting into his skin. Unable to deny his lover any longer, Oscar drives his hips forward hard, the resounding slap of flesh against flesh filling the room.

“Fuck, yes! Give it to me, Daddy!”

Oscar continues to drive into him, hard and fast. He grunts through gritted teeth each time his hips smash against Pedro’s reddening cheeks. The speed and intensity of his movements fill Pedro with a heady euphoria. Still tightly gripping the left strap, Pedro sticks his middle fingers into his mouth, sucking them fervently. He moans around them as Oscar continues to ram his cock deep into his hole, so deep he would swear Oscar is rearranging his organs.

“Te sientes tan jodidamente bien dentro de mí. ¡Sigue adelante, nunca te detengas!” (You feel so fucking good inside me. Keep going, never stop!)

Pedro pants, trying to catch his breath as he grabs his cock and begins to stroke himself. The sounds spilling from his mouth are feral, resonating from deep in his throat. He’s too lost in his pleasure to be able to speak coherently. It’s all he can do to breathe, and even that is a difficult task. Seeing Pedro in such a delirious state drives Oscar’s libido into overdrive as he continues to fuck his lover with abandon.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” Pedro demands, stroking his shaft faster, pre-cum slicking his fingers, pearls dripping onto his stomach.

Oscar pauses for a moment, balls deep, like he’s considering this command. Pedro’s hand is a blur as he continues to aggressively stroke his cock. Oscar cups Pedro’s face in his left hand, leans in, and kisses him softly. His fingers trace a delicate path through Pedro’s hair, lingering at the soft nape of his neck as his hand gently settles at the back of his head, fingers still lost in his thick curls. His lips brushing Pedro’s ear, Oscar whispers, “I love you so much, mi amor,” and quickly kisses his cheek.

A split-second later Oscar’s fingers grip the hair on the back of Pedro’s head tightly, pulling hard, until Pedro’s eyes meet his own. Momentarily caught off guard, Pedro’s hand stops mid-stroke. His eyebrow arched, a challenging expression on his face, Pedro nods, almost imperceptibly. Oscar pulls back slightly, his fingers still threaded through Pedro’s hair, then slams his hips forward with enough force to cause the swing to lurch backwards. He grunts as he continues to thrust his hips forward, his back arching with forward momentum. His speed increases with each push of his pelvis. Beads of sweat glisten on his chest and trickle down his stomach, his breathing becoming more labored.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, mi puta,” Oscar growls. Releasing his grip on Pedro’s hair, Oscar wraps his hands around Pedro’s thighs for leverage.

“Oh god, fuck. Yes, yes!” Pedro exclaims as he resumes masturbating. His head lulls back as Oscar continues to drive into him with no remorse.

“Make me cum, Daddy!” Pedro cries out as Oscar stretches and fills him.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, my little slut,” Oscar barks in response.

With a quick flick of his wrist, Oscar adjusts the position of the swing seat. His next powerful thrust hits home and Pedro cries his name in ecstasy as Oscar hits his sweet spot. He thrusts his hips forward again, Pedro’s pelvis now in the perfect position for his cock to hit that spot repeatedly. Pedro is utterly lost in pleasure. The sounds coming from him now are absolute music to Oscar’s ears and he can tell by the way his pet is writhing and moaning that he’ll cum soon, even if he’s not granted permission.

Oscar kisses and nips Pedro’s inner thighs, biding him to have a little more patience. Pedro slows his hand to a lazy stroke, his unfocused gaze shifting between the slickness on his stomach and Oscar’s sweat beaded face.

“Are you Daddy’s little slut? My dirty little cumslut?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Then show me, mi puta,” Oscar replies, driving into Pedro as he nips his calves.

When Oscar thrusts again it’s like he’s hit a detonator. Head lulling back and eyes closed, Pedro moans loudly as his cum spills over his chest, droplets landing on his exposed neck. Oscar bites his lower lip as his lover spasms around him, slowing down to enjoy the sensation. Waves of pleasure wash over Pedro as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel Oscar’s cock jump inside him and knows Oscar is so close to his own release.  Clinching his muscles, Pedro growls when he hears Oscar groan loudly.

“Damn, baby, just a little tighter. I’m so fucking close, mi tigre!”

Pedro clenches as hard as his tired muscles will allow and Oscar finally falls into his own orgasm, filling his lover with his spend. Still nestled in his warmth, Oscar works the straps on the swing, freeing Pedro’s legs and feet, which Pedro wraps tightly around his waist. Freeing himself from the upper portion of the swing, Pedro wraps his arms around Oscar, kissing his face and neck. Nibbling Pedro’s shoulder, Oscar walks them out of the playroom, hitting the light switch on the way out.

When they’re in the boat’s master bedroom just a few steps down the hall, Oscar lays Pedro on the bed. His eyes closed, Pedro sprawls across the bed, stretching lazily as Oscar grabs 2 bottles of water from the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Setting both on a small side table, he steps into the bathroom. Pedro hears the running water but is too tired to pay it any mind. Moments later Oscar emerges holding a washcloth. Oscar sets the cloth on the small bedside table and settles in beside Pedro. Pedro snuggles up to Oscar, who pets his mewling tiger.

“You’re such an obedient boy. You were fucking amazing in there,” Oscar says, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose and peppering Pedro’s lips with soft kisses.

Oscar runs the warm cloth over Pedro’s sweat dampened face, along his neck and over his chest and stomach, gently washing him clean.

“You look tired, love. Here,” Oscar says, passing him a bottle. “I love you so much, mi tigre. I don’t know how I lived before you.”

“I love you too, mi gatito. Sometimes, when I’m lying in your arms, I can’t imagine the world before you.”

"Happy anniversary, darling," Oscar whispers softly, as he brushes his lips against Pedro's with an innocent tenderness, yet beneath lies a subtle current of desire, a longing that speaks volumes in its restraint. They fall asleep, limbs entwined, to the soft sounds of the ocean.

Over the course of the next three days, they spend several hours in the playroom, trying out new toys and furniture. Oscar takes mental notes of what devices Pedro does, and does not, respond to. He also makes sure to keep the toys in the playroom, so Pedro has a safe space if he gets overwhelmed.  And he does get overwhelmed a few times, ending one particularly intense session by saying ‘nova.’ That night, their final night in the cove, they make love on the upper deck, under the stars.

[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 6 - Glimpses of You. Pt 1

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: pending

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar face the challenge of being separated due to work commitments after Pedro's project extends much longer than expected, straining their relationship as this marks the first significant period they've spent apart since they began dating.

Notes: Chapter begins June 22, 2019, ends around November 2, 2019.

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Chapter 6 - Glimpses of You

[Oscar narrates]

Me encuentro acostado en la cama a tu lado, cálido y seguro. Me doy la vuelta y te veo durmiendo. Te toco la mejilla y el susurro de una sonrisa juega en tus hermosos labios. La misma sonrisa que prelude a esa risa obscena, la que revela tus hoyuelos, haciéndote lucir mucho más deliciosamente travieso. Empiezo a bajar las sábanas que cubren tu cuerpo desnudo, acariciando tu piel caliente. Me hace la boca agua con las ganas de besarte. Anhelo probar la sal de tu piel en mis labios. Me acerco, pero de repente desapareces. La cama está fría y vacía sin ti.

Te veo bailando en la cocina mientras sirves nuestro café. Cantando, bailando, sonriendo... siempre te ves tan feliz y despreocupado cuando estás atrapado en un momento así. Cuando te das cuenta de que te estoy observando, un rubor te enrojece las mejillas. Sonríes esa hermosa y avergonzada sonrisa y tus brazos me invitan a acercarme. Cuando me acerco, desapareces en el aire. Todo lo que me queda es un hueco en el pecho. El dolor me deja sin aliento.

Me despierto de golpe y me doy cuenta de que no estás a mi lado. Mis sueños de que estés cerca de mí son tan fuertes, ese deseo de tenerte muy cerca de mí es implacable. Cuento los segundos para verte, besarte, mirarte a los ojos y decirte que te quiero. Mientras tanto, tendré que contentarme viéndote bailar en mis sueños. Me entrego a tu fuego que me quema de la manera más deliciosa imaginable.

Te echo de menos, Dios mío, cómo te echo de menos, mi amor.

I find myself lying in bed next to you, warm and safe. I turn over and see you sleeping. I touch your cheek and the whisper of a smile plays at your beautiful lips. The same smile that preludes that obscene laugh, the one that reveals your dimples, making you look that much more deliciously naughty. I start to lower the sheets that cover your naked body, caressing your hot skin. My mouth waters with the desire to kiss you. I yearn to taste the salt of your skin on my lips. I move in closer, but you suddenly disappear. The bed is cold and empty without you.

I see you dancing in the kitchen while you pour our coffee. Singing, dancing, smiling… you always look so happy and carefree when you’re caught up in the moment like that. When you realize I’m watching you a blush reddens your cheeks. You smile that beautiful, embarrassed smile and your arms invite me to move closer. When I reach out you vanish into thin air. All that remains is a hole in my chest. The ache leaves me breathless.

I awake with a start and realize that you’re not by my side. My dreams of you being close to me are so strong, that desire to have you very close to me unrelenting. I count the seconds until I get to see you, kiss you, look you into your eyes and tell you that I love you. Until then, I will have to make do seeing you dance in my dreams. I give in to this fire of yours that burns me in the most delicious way imaginable.

I miss you, oh god how I miss you my love.

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Act I: Special Delivery

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When the doorbell rings on the morning of June 22, Pedro is surprised to be handed a large dossier by a courier from his agent’s office. He’d been expecting the script and details for this movie, but not for a few more weeks. The schedule included in the packet indicated that filming would begin in Kalkara on July 10 and was expected to wrap around the last week of September. Cast was expected to arrive no later than July 8 to prepare for costume fittings. The package included one-way airfare from LAX to MLA and reservation information for the Grand Hotel Excelsior in Valletta. Resting his chin on Pedro’s shoulder, Oscar quickly scans the itinerary.

“I should be home in plenty of time to celebrate our anniversary!” Pedro exclaims happily. “The way my agent was talking, there was a chance filming would start as late as mid-August and wouldn’t wrap until sometime in November.”

“We’d have made it work if you didn’t get home in time, mi Pedrito,” Oscar says, kissing Pedro’s neck, just below his ear. “You’ll be gone for almost three months. This will be the longest we’ve been apart for almost a year. You know what that means, right?” Oscar asks, a hint of mischief in his tone, as he places more kisses along the column of Pedro’s neck.

“Hmm, that you’ll miss me and pine for me while I’m gone?” Pedro asks playfully.

“That’s a given,” Oscar says nonchalantly. “It means… that you’re gonna have to be *extra* good on those lonely, balmy nights when you’re lying in bed…, thinking of me, and all the things you want me to do to you,” Oscar whispers in Pedro’s ear, his hand caressing Pedro’s ass as he comes around to face him. “And all the things you want to do to me,” Oscar breathes against Pedro’s lips.

Pedro takes Oscar’s lower lip between his teeth before kissing him deeply, fingers weaving into Oscar’s hair. Oscar tosses the itinerary onto the bar and grips Pedro’s hips, pulling him close. Kneading Oscar’s ass, Pedro lays a trail of kisses across Oscar’s jaw, down his neck, and across his bare chest.

“Will you text me, every day, while I’m gone?” Pedro asks between kisses as he continues to explore Oscar’s chest with his lips and tongue. “Call me…” he breathes heavily, his teeth grazing Oscar’s right nipple. “Tell me what you’re imagining doing to me… what you’re imagining me doing to you?” Pedro’s kisses move slowly down Oscar’s stomach, his hands on his lovers back, fingers gently flexing and pressing into his flesh. “Tell me how you’re touching yourself…, the mere *thought* of me making you hard?” Pedro whispers softly, tugging at the waist of Oscar’s boxer briefs. “How it makes your cock *ache* that you can’t be inside me with me half way around the world?” Pedro kisses the tip of Oscar’s cock as he releases it from its fabric confines and begins stroking slowly.

“I can do all of those things if they’ll make you happy, baby. You know all I want is for you to be happy. I could tell you all of those things right now,” Oscar pants heavily, his fingers buried in Pedro’s hair, pulling tightly and angling Pedro’s head back so he can look at him. “Or I could show you instead.”

“Hmm, I want you to show me, gatito… ahora,” Pedro purrs, looking up at Oscar as he continues to stroke him lazily.

“Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” Oscar says, his voice thick with desire, eyes darkening with lust. When Pedro looks at him with those large, pouty brown eyes Oscar bends down and kisses him tenderly on the nose before disappearing down the hall.

A few moments later he returns to see Pedro is exactly where he’d left him. Only now he’s sitting on the floor, leaning back with his legs stretched out, facing away from the hallway. Oscar comes up behind him quietly, placing his hands upon Pedro’s broad shoulders. 

“Close your eyes, mi tigre,” Oscar whispers in a soft, yet commanding, tone.

Eyes closed tightly, Pedro inhales deeply as he feels cool silk moving across his bare shoulders and chest. The sensation elicits a shiver of anticipation, setting off a flurry of goosebumps across his skin. Oscar drapes the scarf over Pedro’s eyes, tying it just tight enough that it won’t fall. Pedro yields to the darkness, surrendering to Oscar completely. The loss of sight heightens every sensation, suddenly making Oscar’s every touch electric, every breath a whispered secret across Pedro’s burning skin. Kneeling behind Pedro, Oscar’s lips trail a path between Pedro’s shoulder blades. 

“I’m so hard for you baby. Are you hard for me?” Oscar asks, lips exploring Pedro’s neck.

“Yes, mi gatito. I’m *so* fucking hard for you.”

Oscar’s lips traverse the column of Pedro’s neck and the underside of his jaw until he finds himself on all fours in front of Pedro. Straddling his thighs, Oscar kisses him softly on the lips, leaning in just enough that Pedro instinctively leans back. Resting his palms on the floor, framing Pedro on both sides, Oscar buries his face in the crook of Pedro’s neck, licking and biting with abandon.

“I want you to imagine every inch, every curve, of my body against yours, my breath lighting a fire under your skin that only I can extinguish,” Oscar pants against Pedro’s neck.

Propping himself up on his left elbow, Oscar settles his weight on Pedro, rubbing his cock through the cotton of his boxer briefs while continuing to focus on his neck and shoulder. Hands moving blindly down his own torso, Pedro hooks a thumb into his waistband, pulling his boxers down just enough to allow Oscar full access. Pedro grips Oscar’s neck, pulling him into a hungry kiss. Loosening his grip, Pedro’s hand moves across Oscar’s chest and stomach. His fingers steal into Oscar’s boxers, running up and down his length. Once Oscar adjusts his boxers, Pedro immediately seizes hold of Oscar’s cock, and they stroke one another in unison. 

Pedro purrs as Oscar continues to bite, suck and kiss the spaces between his neck and shoulders. Oscar’s warm breath fans across Pedro’s skin as his lips continue their exploration, moving across his jaw and lips.

“Can you feel the heat of my breath against your lips as I stroke your gorgeous cock?” Oscar whispers, his hand slowing until it’s completely still. 

“God, yes. Please, don’t stop, Daddy,” Pedro begs, shuddering under his touch, gasping when Oscar resumes his deliberate, meticulous stroking. 

“Imagine my fingertips delicately brushing over your chest and stomach, moving up and down, almost imperceptibly,” Oscar says in a low, sultry tone.

Sitting upright, Oscar pumps Pedro slowly, methodically. Pedro inhales deeply when he feels Oscar’s weight settle just below his hips. Fingertips gliding so lightly, feather like, across his skin, Pedro wonders briefly if the touch is only in his imagination. Moaning softly, his hips buck under Oscar’s weight as his back arches when he feels Oscar’s cock against his own. Hips rolling in one fluid, circular motion, Oscar’s grip tightens on their shafts, the delicious friction making Pedro bite his lip hard as he tries to stifle a cry of pleasure. 

“Don’t fight it baby. I want to hear how good it makes you feel when I touch you, mi tigre. No need to be quiet now, no one can hear us,” Oscar purrs, his lips crashing into Pedro’s, his own moan lost between their tongues. 

Pedro’s fingers weave deep into Oscar’s hair, holding him tightly against his lips. He refuses to let go, aware that if he doesn’t pause for air soon, his lungs may very well collapse. He doesn’t care though, his need for Oscar supersedes his need for oxygen. Oscar’s pace increases, his hips rolling like a surging tide, Pedro’s hips lifting and rolling to match the madness. Their lips finally part and they both gasp heavily for air. Supporting himself with his right hand, Pedro wraps his arm around Oscar’s neck, panting raggedly. Fingers lost in Oscar’s hair, Pedro bites the sensitive skin at the top of Oscar’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna cum, mi tigre?”

“Fuck,” Pedro gasps into the crook of Oscar’s neck. Panting, desperate for relief, Pedro whispers pleadingly, “Can I please cum for you, Daddy?”

“Not yet baby, but we’re almost there. We’re so close,” Oscar says softly, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips as his hand slows its movements. 

“I wanna cum for you, Daddy, please. Wanna cum so hard for you.” Pedro’s breathing hitches as Oscar picks up his pace again.

“How badly do you want it? How desperately, how passionately, will you beg me to let you cum?” Oscar’s hand slows yet again, his index finger grazing over the crown of Pedro’s cock, making him twitch in his hand. A groan escapes Pedro’s lips. 

“Please, I want to… I *need* to cum. Please, Daddy,” his breath comes out in raged gasps. He’s teetering on the edge, trying to be obedient and not let go just yet. 

Pedro whimpers softly. His body trembles with tension, resonating like an overwound string instrument that only Oscar knows how to play.

“Hmm, listen to yourself. When you whimper for me, darling, you sound so achingly sexy.  How does it feel to be so tightly wound?”

For several seconds all Pedro can do is gasp for air, his whimpers filling the space between them. Finally able to collect his thoughts, he breathes, barely above a whisper, “I feel like I’m gonna break, shattered into a million pieces.”

Oscar lovingly wraps his left arm around Pedro's back, leans back, and tenderly kisses Pedro's glistening forehead before resting his head against Pedro's.

“Cum for me, Pedrito,” Oscar commands in a breathless whisper. With a heavy moan Pedro lets go. “Yeah, just like that baby. Just let it happen, mi tigre. Fuck, there it is. Such a good boy, cumming so hard for me.” 

Oscar’s praising words wash over Pedro as his cock spasms and ropes of cum continue to pour out with each stroke of Oscar’s hand. He works his hand up and down Pedro’s shaft until he’s worked every last drop out of him. 

Pedro lifts his hands and removes the blindfold just as Oscar lets go of his cock. With a gentle, loving touch, Oscar lays butterfly kisses across Pedro’s face, neck and shoulders.

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive three months without…” Pedro trails off, his eyes raking over Oscar, drinking him in, savoring how delicious he looks with that mischievous little smile on his lips. “You,” Pedro says a moment later, his tone melancholy. 

Lifting his hand to his mouth, Oscar begins to lick away the mess Pedro has left. “You taste like sin and salvation”. 

“I didn’t hear you finish, mi gatito. Did you cum yet?” Pedro asks with concern. 

“I was waiting for you, mi amor. Help me finish?” Oscar asks with an impish grin.

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Act II: The Polaroid’s

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On June 27 another courier from the agents office arrives with a thin manila envelope.  The envelope contains a new itinerary, along with an updated ticket and hotel reservation. The attached letter explained that all US talent was being given until July 10 to arrive due to the July 4 US holiday. Fittings were now set for July 12. The resulting delay in arrival was only expected to add a few days to the filming schedule.

“The new arrival  date is nice, but I’m worried about production being delayed. I hope we can manage to stay somewhat within the original window. If there’s any sort of delay now I may not make it back in time. I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t be with you on our first anniversary,” Pedro says, worry darkening his features.

“Let’s not think about that just yet. We’ll cross that bridge if, and when, we get to it,” Oscar reassures him. “In the meanwhile, let’s take advantage of the time we have together before you leave.”

The 6th was there before they know it. When they arrive at Jason and Mickey’s party they’re each given a sealed bag. Jason explains that the bags each contain a Polaroid instant camera and several film cartridges.

“Are we supposed to go around taking goofy pictures of everybody today?” Pedro asks through a fit of laughter.

“No, silly” Jason chuckles. “These are for you and Oscar. I know you’ve both got photos of one another on your phones, but I thought it would be fun to have something more tangible. You know, something you could hold in your hand. I thought maybe it would make you feel a little less separated. Plus, these instant cameras are so nostalgic.” As Pedro inspects his camera, Jason continues, “These pictures are just for the two of you, so go wild! Wanna take a bunch of goofy pictures? Go for it! Want to take something a little more sentimental or… risqué? That’s awesome too! Just be careful not to lose them if they’re the latter.”

For the remainder of the evening both Pedro and Oscar take a dozen or so photos; alone, with friends, posed and candid. These photos all share the sweet innocence of friendship and young love. When they finally arrive home, just after 2 AM, they have just enough energy to brush their teeth and strip to their boxers before collapsing into bed. Oscar’s arm instinctively wraps around Pedro’s waist while Pedro’s fingers massage tiny circles across Oscar’s hip until they’re both sound asleep.

The remaining days leading up to Pedro’s flight are a whirlwind of chaos. Packing bags, checking and double checking documents, and the general anxiety of knowing that in less than 72 hours they wouldn’t have physical contact for close to 3 months. During these final two days they manage to use up all of the remaining film cartridges. Aside from the photos taken at Jason and Mickey’s party, which they shared with each other, the rest of the photos are kept secret, a treasure to be shared later. On the morning of Pedro’s flight they exchange sealed envelopes just before kissing each other goodbye at the security check in. They each promise not to open their envelopes until they’re able to speak to each other again by phone once Pedro has settled into his room. 

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Act III: Different Time Zones

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When Pedro lands in Malta some 15 hours later he’s utterly exhausted. Between the length of the flight, his inability to sleep for a large part of it and the time zone change, all he wants to do is take an Ambien and sleep for a month. While collecting his checked bags, he rummages through his duffle bag to find his phone. As soon as it registers signal, the phone begins to vibrate and a multitude of notifications flash across the screen. Hundreds of them stare back at him, missed calls, missed texts, missed reminders. The sheer magnitude of it makes him grimace. He almost starts to respond before remembering that his loved ones are most likely asleep, considering it’s between 2 AM and 5 AM in the US. Running on autopilot, the ride to the hotel and check in occur in a sleep deprived fog. As soon as he’s in his room he haphazardly deposits his bags and lands, face first, on the king sized bed. Within seconds he’s fast asleep.

At around 3 PM local time, after a paltry 4 hours of restless sleep, he’s awoken by the sound of his phone vibrating across the night stand. A new notification. His heart flutters when he sees it’s a voicemail from Oscar. He brushes his teeth while he looks through the bombardment of alerts that he’d ignored before passing out. Once he’s done, Pedro begins the daunting task of sifting and responding. First he responds to his sisters and brother, then to Sarah and Jason, letting everyone know he’s arrived safely. Those dealt with, he listens to Oscar’s voicemail.

“Hey babe, hope you made it safely and have gotten at least somewhat settled in. I’m headed back to Brooklyn tomorrow to meet with some people about that Broadway production I told you about a few months ago. I’ll text when I land tomorrow tonight and when I’m out of the meetings Friday. I’ll be staying at the apartment if you need anything. I miss you like crazy, and you’ve not even been gone a whole day yet! Can’t wait to talk to you tonight and look at the pictures we swapped. ¡Te amo, mi Pedrito!”

With a huge grin on his face, his hair pointing in all directions and his shirt a wrinkled mess, Pedro quickly grabs his wallet and room key, briefly glancing in the mirror before heading down to the front desk. He asks the attendant for a dining recommendation and within fifteen minutes he’s being seated at Da’ Pippo Trattoria. He checks his watch, sees it’s 3:30 PM, and tries to calculate Oscar’s arrival time in NY the following day. Just then his phone pings. It’s Oscar sending his flight information. His non-stop flight from LAX to JFK is set to depart LA at 10 AM CST and arrive in NYC at 5:30 PM EST, which Pedro calculates to be 11:30 PM in Valletta. He chuckles when he thinks about Oscar going “back to the future”. His stomach pleasantly full, Pedro walks around for several hours, taking in the scenery and chatting with locals.

By 7:30 PM he’s back in his room. He sits on the private terrace, where he reads until sunset. After a long, hot shower, he returns to the terrace, where he watches boats drift by lazily in the dark. Tiny red lights floating left, green floating right. The air has cooled considerably, but it’s still very warm. Condensation from his chilled glass of wine drips onto his bare chest. The gentle sound of water lapping against hulls and the rocky shore begins to lull Pedro to sleep. Just as he’s starting to nod off his phone rings. As he swipes right to answer he sees it’s just after 10:30 PM. Walking through the glass patio doors Pedro makes a beeline to his carryon, where he quickly retrieves the envelope Oscar gave him before his flight departed.

“Hey babe! I didn’t wake, did I?” Oscar asks in an optimistic, yet slightly embarrassed tone.

“Hey! No, you didn’t wake me. I was actually starting to doze off outside watching the boats go by,” Pedro says, his tone heavy with sleep. “But even if it was two in the morning I’d still prefer hearing your voice over sleeping,” he says through a yawn.

“If you’re too tired to talk I can call back tomorrow before my flight. I know you must be exhausted,” Oscar says softly.

“No, no!! I want to talk to you…” Pedro replies enthusiastically. “I want to talk to you until the sun comes up,” he continues gently. 

“Your sun or mine?”

“Yours.”

“God, I love you so fucking much, Pedro. What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You got me drunk and let me suck your cock,” Pedro laughs. “But, seriously, I’m the lucky one. After my last relationship ended via email, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever be able to open myself up to anyone again. Thank you for showing me that I’m still worthy of love.”

“You’re worthy of far more love than I’ll ever be able to give, but I’ll try my best every day to make sure you have absolutely no doubt about my feelings for you.”

“I love you too, Oscar. There aren’t enough words in any language I can speak that will ever express that enough.” Pedro pauses for a moment, content to listen to Oscar breathe for the rest of the night. “Hey, wanna open the envelopes we exchanged? I’m excited to see my mystery pictures!”

“Yeah, absolutely! I know there’s at least one goofball picture from you in this envelope, and I’m dying to see it! Wanna FaceTime? I want to see your expression when you see a few of these,” Oscar say mischievously.

Earbuds in, they reconnect via FaceTime. Oscar sits on the balcony in LA while Pedro sits on the terrace in Valletta. The sun is still high on the west coast and Pedro can hear birds chirping. The exterior light of Pedro’s terrace casts just enough brightness to allow him to see the contents of his envelope. They each preview one photo at a time, both offering a loving critique about the composition. To their mutual surprise, they discover several photos of themselves, captured from the unique perspectives of each other. They each had a single black and white cartridge, and the photos using this film are absolutely stunning, with an almost ethereal quality. Pedro soon finds the first provocative picture in his set from Oscar. The photo is a closeup of Oscar looking straight into the camera from a slight angle. Hooded eyes and a five o’clock shadow give off an air of dominance. It’s as if Oscar’s gaze goes beyond the photograph, those deep, dark eyes threatening to consume him. Those eyes that stare at Pedro, drawing him in and igniting a flame deep in his stomach. Those eyes that know Pedro burns for Oscar, and Oscar alone. A fire so intense it burns blue.

“Hmm, I see you’ve found one that’s piqued your interest. Show me,” Oscar commands softly.

Pedro obediently adjusts his camera mode and shows Oscar the photo. Pedro can see just how pleased Oscar is that he’s found this particular picture. With a twirl of his finger, Oscar motions Pedro to change the camera mode back to front facing. Oscar’s half grin, full of sinful energy, adjusts the tone of the call from light hearted to heady. The next picture Oscar finds in his stack amplifies the already palpable sexual energy. This image is a closeup of Pedro holding an old video camera, staring through the viewfinder. Just like the photo of Oscar, it seems as if Pedro is staring through the lens directly at Oscar. Oscar runs his tongue over his lips in an almost obscene way. When Pedro tells him to show the photo Oscar holds it up to his mouth, teeth biting the upper edge.

“Do you like to watch, mi Pedrito travieso?”

“Yes,” Pedro breathes softly.

“Hmm, my little voyeur. Do you *want* to watch?”

“Yes.”

“Where do you want me, mi tigre?”

“Right where you are, mi gatito.”

Angling the phone down, Oscar shifts his camera focus to rear facing. He slips his fingers beneath the edge of his belt, deftly unbuckling it with a practiced flick. Nimble fingers undo the button and ease down the zipper of his jeans, the faint sound of metal against metal breaking the silence. Folding the denim away reveals soft lilac as Oscar’s middle finger glides delicately over his boxers, up and down the length of his cock. When Pedro moans and bites his lower lip Oscar reactively increases pressure and speed.

“You’re such a tease baby. I want to *see* you,” Pedro says in a low tone.

“Tell me what you want to see,” Oscar commands.

“I want to see your hand wrapped around your thick cock, stroking it slowly, just for me.”

Setting his phone down, Oscar stands briefly and shimmies his jeans past his hips. Lying back in the patio chair, Oscar collects his phone, checking the screen for focus, before slipping his hand beneath the waistband. He begins stroking himself again, hand hidden beneath cotton. Oscar can tell Pedro’s becoming frustrated because he’s not getting his way. His eyes laser focused, he can see the flames of desire dancing in Pedro’s eyes as he eagerly watches. In his next upstroke, Oscar’s arm extends slightly, pushing the fabric away from his body. Pedro licks his lips hungrily when he finally glimpses Oscar’s cock for the first time, hooded under lilac. 

“There’s my beautiful cock,” Pedro purrs when Oscar pushes his boxers down, fully exposing himself. "I can almost taste it, feel the weight of it on my tongue. Fuck. I'm starving for it."

Pedro bites his lower lip as his hand moves down his bare torso, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. He’s already hard, and when his fingers brush over the tip of his cock it twitches in response to his touch. Pedro moans softly, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. Oscar raises an eyebrow at his disobedient lover. Not even 24 hours have gone by and Pedro has already forgotten the rules.

“Let me see those hands,” Oscar says gently, with a soft chuckle. His love, always so adorable with those full, pouty lips, purses them in mock indignation. 

“I can only show you the one,” Pedro pouts as he withdraws his hand.

Those lips would be better served around my cock, Oscar thinks. He can almost feel them. "Darling, you know your happiness means everything to me, and I would do anything you ask of me, but right now, I want your unwavering attention. Let me see me see how good you can be. Daddy wants to picture those lips of yours, pink and plump, around my cock while you look at me with those irresistible puppy eyes. Can you be a good boy, mi tigre?"

Oscar groans, his hand moving up and down his length slowly, eyes dark and lustful. Soon he’s gently bucking his hips, his hand stationary, as he continues to rut into his fist. Inching closer to his release, Oscar brings the camera in close, allowing it to focus on pearly pre-cum.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum,” Pedro whispers when Oscar’s moans fill the air as he reaches his climax.

“I wish you were here to help me clean up this mess,” Oscar says with a smirk. 

“Don’t tease me baby. It’s bad enough that I can’t touch you, don’t remind me I can’t taste you either.”

“I know it’s gonna be tough babe, but we’ll manage.” Oscar can hear Pedro shifting around in his chair. After a moment’s contemplation, Oscar asks, “Is it hot out there?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty warm out here tonight. Between you, and the heat, I’ve gotten all sweaty,” Pedro says with a wicked grin.

“I guess dirty boys like you need to take a shower then, wash those sins away.”

“I don’t think there’s enough water for that, mi gatito.” As Pedro begins to collect his things he asks, “Would you care to join me?”

“Do you even have to ask, mi tigre?” Oscar purrs.

“I need to get something out of my bag real quick,” Pedro says as he goes inside, closing the door behind him and turning off the outdoor light.

Moments later Pedro steps, fully clothed, into the shower, where he attaches a flexible, extended handle phone cradle to a metal bar opposite the shower head. Angling the phone, Pedro asks if Oscar can see him clearly from outside the shower doors. When Oscar says he can, Pedro steps out of the stall and proceeds to slowly undress. When he steps back in he readjusts the camera to ensure continued visibility, then turns on the water. Pedro lets the water flow over him, soaking his hair, running down his naked body in rivulets. When Pedro begins to apply body wash he’s still posting a half hard on. Pedro runs his sudsy hands over his torso, humming softly. With every downward move his hands go further and further down his body, past his belly button. His fingertips move over the very base of his member, never quite touching his growing erection.

“Hmm, do you want to touch yourself, mi tigre? Do you want to stroke that exquisite cock for me? “

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Who does that glorious cock belong to?”

“You, Daddy.”

“That’s right, mi puta, it belongs to me. I want you to imagine I’m there with you, that it’s ME who’s running the tips of my fingers up and down your shaft, feather light, until you’re fully hard.” Oscar bites his bottom lip when Pedro begins to run his middle finger along his pulsing vein. “Hmm, now I want you to grip it and stroke it slowly. Yeah, just like that, baby.”

Oscar watches Pedro masturbate for several minutes, having him alternate speed and pressure every fifteen to twenty seconds. Pedro obeys Oscar’s every command and soon feels dizzy with longing. He leans into the marble wall, resting his head on his arm. His breathing is fast and heavy, his moans reverberating against the glass walls behind him.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. Would you like to cum, darling?”

“Yes,” Pedro says, barely above a whisper. He nods his head and speaks louder, “Yes, Daddy. Can I cum for you now, please?”

“Yes.”

His head still resting against his arm, Pedro moans loudly as he paints the wall with his release. He strokes himself a few more times, his shoulders rising and falling slowly as he catches his breath. Just as he’s about to release his hold he looks at Oscar, who is shaking his head no. Clearly Oscar is not finished with Pedro just yet. Maintaining eye contact, Pedro continues to lazily stroke his cock. His moans fill the room as his soapy hand glides across his sensitive skin. Within minutes Pedro has pushed himself away from the wall, fingers flexing across slick marble as he holds himself upright. Oscar continues to direct Pedro’s tempo, which continues to alternate every fifteen to twenty seconds. Five minutes in, Pedro adjusts the temperature of the water, letting it run a little cooler. He returns his hand to the wall and lays his forehead against the cool stone. 

“God Pedro, you’re exquisite when you’re on the edge like this, threading the line between composure and coming completely undone.”

This time Pedro doesn’t wait for permission. He can’t; by the tenth minute he’s lost all control. His orgasm comes without warning, expelling the air from his lungs. His knees buckle beneath him and he slides limply to the floor. 

“Pedro? Pedro!” Oscar shouts from almost seven thousand miles away. He’s not felt this helpless in a long time. When Pedro finally raises a shaky hand into the air Oscar realizes he’d been holding his breath.

“I’m ok, I’m ok,” Pedro whispers, his hand still above his head, body shaking. “I just kinda… I dunno. I didn’t pass out,” Pedro speaks slowly, regaining his senses. “I guess between exhaustion and jet lag I overdid it a little,” Pedro says, shaking his head.

“Fuck, Pedro, I’m so sorry. I just got so caught up in the moment. I didn’t even think about—“

"It’s ok, babe! Really, I’m fine. I thought I could do it. And I did it! I just didn’t realize quite how much energy it would take.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard,” Oscar says softly as Pedro moves to the bedroom to get dressed for bed.

“Stop it, Oscar. Let’s just chalk this up to a learning experience. The next time we do this we’ll be better prepared. I honestly had the water way too hot and I’ve not been drinking much water today.” Oscar nods his understanding, but Pedro can tell he’s not satisfied. “It’s almost midnight here. Let me go brush my teeth, and we’ll just talk for a little while.”

“I’d like that, mi Pedrito.”

After Pedro brushes his teeth, he plugs in his phone into the charger and lays it on the nightstand as he turns his bed down. Once he’s all settled he adjusts the phone so that he can see Oscar clearly. Pedro tells him about his flight, the hotel and about talking to the locals after dinner. Before long he can barely keep his eyes open. Oscar sings him to sleep with a Spanish lullaby.

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Act IV: The Strain of Being Apart

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Slowly, but surely, they find their rhythm and communication seems easier. Soon they’re talking a few nights a week and texting daily. Once they resume video chats, they try to do them at least once every few weeks, just to see each other’s faces. Neither of them brings up the fainting incident. In the six weeks that follow, however, they both become incredibly busy. Pedro is on set 60-80 hours a week and Oscar performs on stage six nights a week in Manhattan. Finding the time for general conversation is hard enough, but finding time to be intimate together is almost impossible. They find their schedules no longer sync most days, so when Oscar calls Pedro on Sunday, August 25, it’s a pleasant surprise. As it happened, they both had the day off. 

“Hey you! God, it feels like forever since we’ve spoken. I miss you so much!” Pedro laments.

“Hey, babe! I miss you too. I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since we last spoke. These schedules suck! I’ll be glad when you’re back home.”

“Me too. This production has been exhausting. How’s the play going?”

“It’s going really great! The reviews are strong and audience attendance is high. They’re talking about adding another three weeks to the run. If they do, we should both be wrapping up around the same time. You can fly directly into JFK and come to the apartment. I’ve been doing some work in one of the upstairs units.”

“That’s great! I really miss theater work,” Pedro sighs.  “What kind of work are you doing in the apartment?”

“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll really like it. I did some demo work and removed a few non-load bearing walls, added a few new walls, redid the flooring and  added a new coat of paint. The furniture should be arriving in a few weeks. I’m having a few pieces custom built.”

“Oh? What are you having built? Chairs? Cabinets? Tables?” Pedro asks curiously. 

“All of the above, actually,” Oscar chuckles after a brief pause. He’s itching to tell Pedro about the new room, well, floor actually. But he wants to see the look of surprise on his face when he first learns about it, so he holds his tongue. “How’s production coming along?”

“If I’m being perfectly honest, it’s a compete shit show, man. We’re getting rewrites every other day. He’s not rewritten the characters… yet, but the dialogue and setup keeps changing. I’m just about at my wits end. I know they’re saying we should still wrap on time, but the way things are going, it’ll be a miracle if we do.”

“Oh, wow. I didn’t realize it had gotten that bad, babe, I’m sorry. I know it’s a long shot, but is there anything I can do?” Oscar asks, feeling a little helpless. 

“You can come kidnap me,” Pedro laughs. “But no, there’s not much that can be done. Just gotta grin and bear it, then vow to never work with this guy again. I’ve been walking around the city to help clear my head. It helps a lot. I’m actually coming back from walking around some ruins right now. This place has some amazing architecture.”

“That sounds really nice. If you’re not completely turned off to the area by time you leave, maybe we can visit and be obnoxious tourists,” Oscar laughs. 

“I’d actually like that a lot, Oscar. This place is very old world romantic. I think you’d like it.”

“Where are you?” Oscar asks, catching bits of conversations in the background. 

“I’m passing by a few of the local shops on my way back to the hotel. Should be there in about ten minutes or so.”

By the time Pedro gets back to his room it’s just after 9 PM local time, 3 PM in New York. Pedro takes off his shoes, grabs a bottle of water and puts in his now charged Air Pods. 

“I know it’s still super early there, but it’s just after 9 here, and I have an early day on set tomorrow. Do you mind if I call you back in about 30 minutes, after I shower and get ready for bed? I’m sure you’re just dying to hear me brush my teeth.”

“Of course, darling. Take your time. I’m gonna run down to the corner store and grab a few things.”

When Pedro calls Oscar back, Oscar is on the roof playing the guitar Pedro got him for his birthday.

“What are you playing?” Pedro asks softly. “It sounds beautiful.”

“Our song,” Oscar answers with a contented sigh.

“That song brings back some very nice memories. That was honestly one of the best birthdays I’ve had as an adult.” Pedro pauses briefly. “Fuck, mi gatito, I can’t stand being without you. Not being able to touch you… to taste you… to feel the weight of your body against mine. I dream about you every night. When I wake up, the desperate longing I feel for you… it’s like a deep, throbbing pain. It gnaws, it aches.” His breath quickening, he continues, “these dreams, they’re so vivid, so intense. When I move under the covers, the feel of the sheets against my skin, the way they glide over my chest, my stomach, my cock, reminds me of you.  And, god, it makes me so fucking hard. It’s all I can do to restrain myself. I’m trying so hard to be good for you, Daddy, but I don’t know how much longer I can last. I’ve wanted to feel an intimate touch so badly, especially these last two weeks. I can’t tell you how many cold showers I’ve had to take in just the past 72 hours,” Pedro says, his voice heavy with desire.

“Why didn’t you say something, mi tigre? Our games are meant to deepen our bond, not to cause you anguish,” Oscar consoles him gently. “Why don’t you sit on the bed and get comfortable, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Oscar puts his guitar away and lies on the reclining chaise. He can hear Pedro turning down his bed, followed by his clothes brushing against the sheets. It takes several minutes for Pedro to get comfortable. Oscar knows this is just Pedro’s nerves, because the room they put him in is way too nice to have a lumpy bed.

“I feel like I’m in “The Princess and the Pea”. I just can’t get comfortable,” Pedro grumbles in frustration, finally achieving a modicum of comfort as he leans against the headboard. He shuffles around a little more before finally settling in.

“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you sound when you’re grumpy, mi Pedrito?” Oscar says in a low, flirtatious, tone. “Tell me, you sexy, grumpy thing, what are you wearing?”

“No one has ever told me that, but I like it,” Pedro chuckles. “I’m wearing your favorite Henley, the one you say you want to rip off me, with your teeth, every time I wear it. And the silk tiger print boxers you got me for Christmas.”

“Hmm, and where are your hands?”

“Where do you want them to be, Daddy?”

“In my hair, pulling it tightly while my lips are wrapped around your cock,” Oscar quips, his voice dripping with lust. “But since I can’t have that, I want you to run your hand slowly up and down your thigh. As your fingers move closer, I want them to slip under the leg of your boxers, and as they move away I want your thumb to graze over your shaft.”

Pedro obediently, and eagerly, obeys his lover’s commands. The first time his thumb grazes his member it twitches and a low moan fills the silence. His breath quickly becomes shallow as he continues stroking his thigh. The feel of cool silk against his cock, combined with the gentle pressure of his thumb, makes him almost instantly hard and his moans grow louder.

“You sound like such a pretty little whore when you moan like that. Are you a little whore, my pet?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m your little whore. Your little cock slut. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, be whoever you want me to be.”

“I want you to keep making those beautiful sounds for me.” Silently sliding his right hand under the waist of his jeans and boxers, Oscar runs his fingers delicately over his sleeping cock, which responds immediately to his touch. He listens to Pedro moan for a full minute, his own fingers never stopping, before he speaks again. “Reach in through the fly of your boxers and let that magnificent tiger out of his cage. Graze the pad of your middle finger over the tip of your cock, then gently trace along the throbbing, pulsing line. Imagine it’s my finger teasing you with each pass along your sensitive skin.” His own moan escaping his lips, Oscar whispers, “purr for me, mi tigre. Mewl and whimper as the heat in the pit of your stomach begins to pulse and radiate from your core.”

Pedro continues to move his finger achingly slow up and down his cock, over his flushed head. The air in the room has started to cool, making the touch of his fingers like fire. He breathes slowly, deeply, trying to control the tremors emanating from his center. Had Oscar not been guiding him, he’d have tipped over the edge within moments of starting. But he loves making Daddy happy, because Daddy loves to praise him when he’s been good. And Pedro adores the praise, he finds it almost as rewarding as the release. Almost. Suddenly a FaceTime notification appears. Pedro answers and is immediately greeted by the sight of Oscar licking his lips in that fantastically obscene way he does at the sight of his pet trying desperately to maintain control over himself. Oscar knows this gesture drives Pedro wild.

“Fuck, oh my god,” Pedro pants, his eyes locked on Oscar’s lips and flickering tongue. “Can I wrap my hand around my cock, Daddy? Can I feel the pressure and heat from my palm as I stroke it for you?”

“Yes, mi tigre. Wrap your hand around my cock, as tight as you can stand it, and stroke it slowly for me, baby. If you continue to be good, I’ll let you cum for me.” Oscar begins stroking himself faster, biting his glistening bottom lip. “To witness your surrender to bliss, to behold the exquisite rupture where tranquility yields to tumultuous ecstasy, it’s what I live for, darling.”

Oscar quietly guides Pedro to push himself to the edge of no return, before skillfully reeling him back, just in time. It's a delicate balance on the precipice, being tugged back at the eleventh hour, only to be thrust forward again and again. As soon as Pedro catches his breath, Oscar propels him back to the brink once more. Each time sends his heart racing, heightening the tension with every repetition. Secretly, Pedro cherishes this thrilling dance on the knife’s edge. Oscar’s masterful brinkmanship has become one of Pedro’s guilty pleasures. Before they know it, twenty minutes have passed, and Pedro is past the point of coherent speech at this point.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Do you want to go faster?” Pedro nods eagerly. “That’s my good boy,” Oscar praises as Pedro slowly builds up his speed. It took a few months for Pedro to really learn the gradual increase. As soon as he’d be given permission he’d immediately run full speed. He’d reach his climax faster, but it wouldn’t be as intense. Once Pedro mastered the gradual speed adjustment he found he could draw out his orgasm that much longer. Starting to overheat, Pedro props  his phone  up on the dresser and quickly removes his shirt. When he goes to retrieve the phone, Oscar tells him to adjust the angle slightly and leave it on the dresser. Over the next half hour, Pedro tenderly caresses himself, in an attempt at coaxing comfort from his cock in lieu of missing Oscar’s physical touch. To ensure Pedro doesn’t cum too soon, he alters both the speed and pressure of his ministrations, all while Oscar lavishes him with his favorite praising words. By now, Oscar has become very well attuned to Pedro’s tells, and when Pedro bites his fist, Oscar knows it’s time to bring their session to an end.

“You’ve been purring so beautifully for me, mi tigre. Are you ready to roar?” Pedro immediately, and vigorously, nods his head. He turns onto his back, turning his head to face Oscar, eagerly awaiting his Pavlovian bell. “Cum for me,” Oscar whispers. With those three simple words Pedro lets himself go, plummeting over the precipice and submitting to the well earned pleasure of his orgasm. Completely spent, but so incredibly satisfied, Pedro takes a moment to catch his breath, licking his fingers hungrily, before guiding Oscar through his own release. 

[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 5 - First Reversal

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: pending

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar celebrate their birthdays in Brooklyn and Los Angeles. Pedro asks permission to take control, Oscar accepts the request with a little bit of hesitation.

Notes: This chapter takes place 5 and 6 months after Chapter 1 in present day and via flashback.

Tag line: “I want to fuck you, Daddy.”

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[Oscar narrates]: “Las palabras se volvieron miradas. Las sonrisas permiso para seguir adelante y disfrutar de lo que tenemos juntos. Nuestra conexión llegó a un nivel de confianza y de total entrega. Confieso que te confío cada molécula de mi cuerpo y mi alma. Sé que no me harás daño…empiezo de cero contigo , dejando mis miedos y recuerdos atrás. Tus ojos tiernos,  y a la vez llenos de candela, guían mi corazón.  Sí, soy todo tuyo, mi Pedrito.”

(“Words became glances. Smiles permission to move forward and enjoy what we have together. Our connection reached a level of trust and total surrender. I confess I trust you with every molecule of my body and my soul. I know you won’t hurt me... I’m starting from scratch with you, leaving my fears and memories behind. Your eyes tender, yet full of fire, guide my heart. Yes, I’m all yours, my Pedro.”)

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Act I: The Admission

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<exterior: outdoor patio of a quaint coffee shop>

The sun has started to set, turning the horizon a brilliant shade of orange-red. Strings of Edison bulbs flicker to life in crisscrossing patterns above the patio while fairy lights twinkle in potted trees scattered throughout the dining area. Most of the tables are occupied as Pedro and Oscar exit the cafe. They make a bee line to an empty table near the center of the enclosed area. A few minutes later a barista leaves two cups of coffee and two pastries on the table. Pedro and Oscar are deep in conversation.

“He was being so bossy! If things weren’t going exactly his way, he’d start barking out orders left and right. You know me, I try really hard to get along with everybody, but the whole time I was sitting there thinking ‘I only take orders from one person, and it’s definitely not you, sir.’ I mean, where does he get off being so… I dunno, bitchy?”

Oscar looks at Pedro with a sly, knowing, grin when Pedro says there’s only one person he takes orders from.

“And you’re such an obedient boy, mi tigre. What did you say to him? What did you do?”

“I didn’t say, or do, anything. You know how I am about confrontation. It gives my anxiety anxiety!” Pedro sighs.

“You’ve got to work on being more assertive. I know you have it in you.”

“Speaking of being more assertive…” Pedro begins shyly.

Oscar looks at Pedro with a sideways glance, waiting for him to gather the courage to push forward.

“I… I was thinking. Maybe… if you wanted to, um… Maybe we could try something?”

“I’m listening, mi tigre,” Oscar says patiently.

Oscar already has a pretty good idea of Pedro’s train of thought, and is happy to indulge him. In fact, he’s more than willing to indulge Pedro in any of his desires, as he’s told him several times before. All Pedro has to do is ask. That was the only stipulation Oscar wasn’t willing to compromise on as they’d learned the in’s and out’s of their relationship over the past six months. 

After Pedro is quiet for a few more moments, biting his lip in that bashful way he does, Oscar leans in and whispers softly, but with a firm edge to his tone, “Mi Pedrito, you know the rules. You have to ask for it. How can you take something if you aren’t willing to ask for it?”

Taking another moment to find his courage, Pedro finally speaks.

“You know I absolutely love our dynamic. Having to ask permission, the thrill of knowing I could be refused, it turns me on so fucking much. But…” Pedro leans in close to Oscar, who is now sitting with his chin resting on his palms. “I want to fuck you, Daddy. I want to feel you clenching around my cock as I make you cum,” he says quietly, his words so soft they’re almost lost in the ambiance of the crowded patio.

Oscar reaches a hand across the table, placing it over Pedro’s. The smile that spreads across his face makes Pedro grin in turn.

“I won’t lie to you, Pedrito, I’ve not been in a submissive position in a long time. The last time I was, it wasn’t a healthy relationship, and it burned me on the idea of ever giving up control again. But for you, mi amore, I’m willing to give it another try.”

As they leave the cafe Pedro takes Oscar’s hand, fingers intertwining. They’ve been so careful not to show public displays of affection, for fear of the paparazzi seeing, but Pedro is feeling very bold tonight.

Looking at Pedro with a surprised expression Oscar asks “Are you sure?”

“Nunca he estado más seguro de nada en mi vida, mi luna y estrellas,” Pedro whispers into Oscar’s ear. (“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, my moon and stars.”)

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Act II: The Drive and the Storm That Followed

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The drive back to Pedro’s place isn’t long, but it is long enough for them to start a discussion about this new dimension of their shared journey. Oscar goes into great detail about the toxic relationship he’d been in. It was his first time being with another man, and his first experience with BDSM. Oscar explains how his naivety, and eagerness to please, was ultimately the reason the relationship failed.

“That’s why I was so upset with myself in those first few days we were together. I felt like I was being just as manipulative and uncaring as he was. I’d always told myself that, if I ever got into another serious relationship again, I’d be better than that. Yet, there I was, doing the exact same shit to you that he did to me,” Oscar says, his voice rising in his frustration.

“But Oscar, you didn’t manipulate me! Everything we did those first few nights…” Pedro sighs contentedly. “I was a very willing, and eager, participant! And you were so gentle and patient with me. Allowing me to come into this in my own time, under my own terms. Baby, don’t ever compare yourself to him. You are the most amazing, beautiful, caring person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And I’m so thankful to be able to share this journey with you.”

While Oscar explained to Pedro that it was a very traumatic time in his life, he assured him that it also helped him understand what not to do going forward, even if he almost messed it all up right from the start. The more in-depth the discussion became, the more Pedro realized just how lucky he was, having someone as caring and generous as Oscar to help him navigate this new path.

As Pedro parks the car, the sun sets behind the horizon, allowing the city lights to take center stage. He grins as he unlocks and opens the door, gesturing Oscar inside. It feels just like that night, oh so many eons ago, when they stumbled into this same room at one in the morning. The air crackles with the same electricity, the same feeling of anticipation. The only real difference is that this time, they are only drunk on love.

Standing in almost the exact same spot as where it all began, Oscar gazes out into the city below before finally opening the sliding glass door and stepping outside. The night is filled with the chorus of hundreds of crickets, and the air is sweetened by the delicate scent of golden currant. Pedro joins Oscar on the balcony, encircling him in a warm embrace and tenderly bestowing kisses upon the nape of Oscar’s neck. 

“God, I still can’t get over how amazing this view is babe. How are you not sitting on the balcony every night watching the city move?”

“On the nights I’m actually home I do sit out here for several hours. But my schedule has been so hectic, and it’s going to get even more so soon. But on the nights I can’t sleep, I’ll lie in bed and stare out into the night. Doesn’t happen so much anymore, because these past six months I’ve been sleeping very well,” Pedro says softly, resting his chin on Oscar’s shoulder. Their eyes reflect the sparkling lights of a city that never seems to sleep.

“I hope I’m at least partly responsible for you finally being able to get a good nights sleep.”

Kissing Oscar gently on the cheek, Pedro breathes softly in his ear, “You absolutely are, mi luna.”

Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and gently kisses the back of it several times before turning to face him. Caressing his face, Oscar pulls Pedro into a soft kiss that quickly turns fevered. Pedro strengthens his grip on Oscar’s hips, urging him closer. Obeying his unspoken command, Oscar steps into him, walking them backwards, until Pedro is flush against the glass wall and Oscar’s body.

With a firm and commanding grip, Oscar seizes Pedro’s wrists, elevating them above his head. The action radiates a sense of dominance and control. Oscar’s fingers intertwine around Pedro’s wrists, restraining any movement below. Oscar keeps his hands suspended in the air, rendering Pedro vulnerable and powerless. Oscar knows Pedro wants to take control, and he will absolutely let him. But not tonight, not yet. 

Continuing to hold their hands high above Pedro’s head, Oscar bites Pedro’s neck and pants into his ear, “Fuck baby, I need you so badly, need to be inside you.”

The atmosphere crackles with tension as static electricity builds. Suddenly, jagged streaks of lightning slash across the heavens, illuminating the landscape in brilliant, fleeting bursts. Thunder follows, a deafening roar that shakes the very foundations beneath their feet. Torrential rain suddenly pours down in unrelenting sheets, reducing the city to a mere blur of distorted shapes. The wind howls and screams. Like the storms sudden appearance and building intensity, Oscar can feel the passion, desire and longing igniting deep within. Their passionate kiss ends, leaving them both breathless, gasping for air. They scramble inside, closing the door behind them.

“Holy shit! Where did that st—,” Pedro begins, but is cut short when Oscar’s lips crash into his, somehow more fervent than before.

Gripping Pedro’s face in his hands once more, his touch neither delicate nor painful, Oscar kisses Pedro hard as he blindly navigates them to the bedroom. They’re both soaking wet from the sudden rain, their clothes clinging to them like a second skin. Once in the bedroom, Oscar begins to remove Pedro’s clothes, and then his own, with a palpable, frantic urgency. Sensing the desperation in Oscar’s movements Pedro yields to the whirlwind he’s found himself in. His lover has always been passionate, but this was beyond passion. This was primal, carnal. Pedro allows himself to be swept up into the storm as it reaches a feverish pitch.

Kissing him once more on the lips, Oscar grunts loudly, spins Pedro around and bites his neck again. Placing a hand between Pedro’s shoulder blades Oscar bends Pedro over the bed and grabs the lube from the nightstand. Moving with precision and speed, Oscar has them both sufficiently lubed and is ready to push forward when he hears Pedro whimper softly. He’s unsure if the sound is eager anticipation or if Pedro’s bracing himself for unwelcome pain. 

“Breathe baby, breathe,” Oscar purrs as he positions himself against Pedro and gently penetrates. “I give you my word that I won’t exceed your pain threshold… unless you want me to.”

Pedro pants heavily as Oscar moves achingly slowly within him. The feeling of chaos still hangs heavy in the air, and Pedro doesn’t want it to dissipate because Oscar is afraid of going too hard. 

Gripping the comforter, Pedro moans desperately, “Faster, Daddy! Ride me hard, and don’t you fucking dare slow down until you hear me screaming ‘nova’!“

Oscar grips Pedro’s hips, increasing his tempo, his thrusts almost in sync with the brilliant lightning that continues to illuminate the sky. Thunder crashes with every breath as rain continues to thrash the glass walls overlooking the city. Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro’s shoulder before licking a line to his neck, which he kisses and licks until he leaves a bruise. One hand firmly gripping Pedro’s hip, Oscar raises his other to Pedro’s neck, covering the fresh bluish purple spot. His fingers flex and release around Pedro’s throat.

“Fuck,” Oscar gasps as he continues to ram into Pedro. “I need you to check in, baby. Talk to me.”

Panting raggedly, Pedro responds, “Moonlight, moonlight! Don’t stop Daddy, please!”

Oscar’s hand still around Pedro’s throat, he turns Pedro’s head to the right, kissing him hungrily. Releasing his grip, Oscar slides his hand across Pedro’s shoulder and around to his chest. He applies firm pressure there, signaling Pedro to lean back, enabling them both to stand upright. His hand remains still for several moments, sensing the rhythm of Pedro’s racing heart mirroring his own. Moving slowly, Oscar's hand travels at a languid pace across Pedro's abdomen, the muscles rippling beneath his touch. His fingers continue to roam, spreading gently as they pass over Pedro’s naval, before finally wrapping themselves around his cock. Pedro covers Oscar’s hand with his own, and they move in unison up and down Pedro’s shaft.

As the storm reaches its crescendo Pedro and Oscar reach their climax. Oscar gently kisses Pedro’s neck and shoulder, murmuring terms of endearment softly against his glistening skin. Legs weak, Pedro pulls two pillows and the comforter from the bed, which they spread out on the floor. Oscar lies down on his back, and pats the spot beside him. Pedro lays down, snuggling in closely, and rests his head against Oscar’s chest. He listens to the strong beat of Oscar’s heart as it begins to slow to a steady rhythm. Oscar runs his fingers through Pedro’s wet hair, twirling little curls around them. As the rain begins to ease they fall asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.

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Act III: The Dawn

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Delicate rays of sunlight filter through a heavy fog, gently illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Oscar and Pedro nestle beneath a cozy comforter on the floor beside an unoccupied bed. Metallic surfaces catch a glint of sunlight, causing Oscar to blink rapidly as he attempts to adapt to the shifting play of shadows. Pedro lies on his back, sound asleep and snoring softly. Oscar props himself up on his left elbow and stares at his sleeping Pedrito. He lets out a profound sigh, experiencing a sense of contentment he hasn't felt in ages. Oscar gently lays his right hand upon his lover's chest, finding solace in the reassuring, unhurried rhythm of Pedro’s heartbeat.

His fingers trace delicate lines over bare chest and stomach, drawing nonsensical letters and messages in an unspoken language. Pedro shifts in his sleep, a grin stretching his lips, yet remains undisturbed in slumber. Distant thunder rumbles as rain begins to fall. Oscar gazes at Pedro with a crooked half grin of his own while he continues to draw. With careful and deliberate intent, his fingers trace a slow path down Pedro's torso before vanishing from sight. A salacious grin curves his lips as his wandering fingers are met with taut, unyielding flesh that twitches under his caress. Running his middle finger gently up and down his length Oscar inclines closer, tracing languid circles with his tongue around Pedro's aroused nipple before enveloping it with his lips. 

A gentle moan escaping Pedro’s lips, he adjusts his body slightly, but still does not wake. Oscar wraps his fingers fully around Pedro’s hard cock and begins to stroke him slowly. As Oscar ascends, his tongue charts a course towards the underside of Pedro’s chin, delicately grazing his nose against the tender skin, gently nudging upwards. Turning his focus to Pedro's exquisite neck, Oscar plants kisses and applies gentle suction until a fresh, darker bruise emerges, nearly mirroring the one he left the night before.

Pedro purrs quietly, turning his face slightly left, unconsciously allowing Oscar better access. Oscar places gentle kisses on heart shaped patches of exposed jawline before moving back down the column of his neck. Before he moves on, Oscar leaves a third love bite on Pedro’s exposed neck. Placing individual kisses, at equal intervals, his path continues down Pedro’s rising and falling chest and along the centerline of his stomach, until he reaches the edge of the comforter, which rises and falls in time with Pedro’s breathing. 

Oscar shifts his weight, moving from his elbow to his hand, before pausing briefly to pull the comforter back. He licks his lips hungrily, staring at his lover on full display. He stares for a moment, captivated, before moving back slightly to sit on his knees. Ones he’s comfortable he takes Pedro’s cock into his hand and gently kisses the tip before running his tongue along its length, from base to tip. Moaning in anticipation, Oscar takes him fully into his mouth. He proceeds deliberately, relishing each moment with an unhurried rhythm. Balancing with his left hand, Oscar delicately cradles Pedro's balls, rhythmically flexing and easing his fingers while his tongue maintains its caressing strokes along the shaft.

Pedro's passionate groan fills the air as he weaves his fingers into Oscar's hair, giving a soft, controlled tug. Encouraged by the sounds he’s eliciting, Oscar increases his pace slightly, taking him deeper with each descent. Pedro is half awake, but remains still, not wanting to accidentally startle Oscar into stopping. Feeling that marvelous tension starting to hum in his core, radiating through him like volts of electricity, Pedro begins to roll his hips in time with Oscar’s movements. Wide awake now, Pedro moans loudly as his cock twitches inside Oscar’s mouth, his orgasm rocking him so fiercely his entire body vibrates.

“Well, good morning to you too, beautiful. Wish you’d wake me up like this every morning,” he says with a satisfied smile.

‘That can definitely be arranged, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, wiping his chin clean.

Propping himself up, Pedro takes Oscar’s fingers, glistening with his own cum, into his mouth, licking them clean.  Oscar grips Pedro’s chin gently with those same fingers and kisses him deeply.

“What time is it?”

“Just after 7:30.”

“That’s so early, mi Luna. Can we go back to sleep for a little while longer?”

Lying back down, Oscar envelops Pedro in a gentle embrace as Pedro snuggles up against Oscar’s chest, his favorite spot. They’re both asleep in minutres.

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Act IV: The Assignment

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When they awake a few hours later the sun has disappeared behind a blanket of dull, gray April clouds. The heaviness of the air promises more rain. Pedro sits on an outdoor sofa with a cup of coffee. Oscar lays beside him, his head resting on Pedro’s lap. Oscar strums an unrecognizable, but hauntingly beautiful tune on his new guitar. A gift from Pedro to celebrate Oscar’s 40th birthday, they had spotted it in the window of a vintage music store in Manhattan. A 1931 Gibson L-1 Custom with gold flowers and vines, Oscar had fallen in love with it instantly, practically dragging Pedro across the busy street to look at it. They had almost been hit by no less than three cars and were cursed at in just as many languages, but they made it across in one piece. 

Oscar had protested when Pedro told the shop owner to pack it up, but Pedro had insisted, telling him he could always pay him back in moonlight serenades. And Oscar had done just that. After attending the opening night of a new off-broadway production they had returned to Oscar’s place, an old apartment building he’d completely renovated himself. On the rooftop Oscar played several songs for Pedro, some that were widely known, some he made up on the spot. The waning crescent moon and a sea of stars shone upon them as they made love on the rooftop for what seemed like an eternity, before falling asleep under the stars.

It wasn’t until the following morning that Pedro first floated the idea of experimenting with their dominant and submissive roles. Pedro explained that when he was with a woman his dominance was always assumed. While he did enjoy that assumption of power he found it wasn’t as satisfying as what he shared with Oscar. With Oscar it was the thrill of the give and take, and he found that being ‘allowed’ felt more liberating than knowing he ‘could’ just because he wanted to.

When Oscar had asked Pedro what he imagined doing in a dominant role, however, Pedro had come up short. In his other relationships he was more or less there to meet his own needs for physical contact. A quick release was just a bonus. The reciprocity with Oscar was something he hadn’t realized he needed as much as he did, so he wanted to do it right, less he disrupt their delicate balance. So they spent the rest of the morning, and early afternoon, talking about what they wanted from each other and how they wanted to achieve those desires. Even then Oscar was hesitant about giving over control, but did his best to hide it. Pedro was finally growing more confident in his role and Oscar didn’t want to discourage him by telling him the loss of control scared him.

“Let’s take this one step at a time, baby steps. The first thing you need to do is to ask yourself if you want to take control. Once you’re sure that’s what you want, we can figure out the semantics. There’s nothing wrong with wanting that control, but the thing about control is you have to be willing, and able, to take it, but also be careful to wield it properly. Dominance and submission are like a symphony. They require trust, harmony, and a shared rhythm between partners. Each note, a gesture of power or surrender, creates a beautiful composition of intimacy and connection.”

Oscar pauses, searching for the words to best convey his feelings. They’re back on the rooftop and Oscar is strumming an idle tune as he speaks. Pedro sits across from him, a dreamy look in his eyes. When Oscar starts speaking again Pedro blinks rapidly, drawing his attention back to Oscar’s soothing voice.

“Communication becomes the conductor, guiding our movements and tempo. As the conductor, you listen, interpret, and respond to the cues, ensuring that we’re both attuned to each other's desires, but also each other’s limits and boundaries. As the music swells, so does the intensity of the connection. It's a dance of vulnerability and strength, where each of us finds our unique role and power within the dynamic, creating this masterpiece of intimacy that resonates long after the final note fades into the night.”

“Wow, that was beautiful. Expressing it that way makes it a lot easier to understand.”

“I wish I could say it was all me, but I read it somewhere a while back, and it just kinda stuck with me. The beauty of it all is how it ebbs and flows, ever changing and evolving. Sometimes it’s hard to remember, outside of this, that submission can be just as liberating as control is empowering.”

“I definitely think it’s something I’d like to try, if that’s ok?” Pedro asks meekly.

“Mi Pedrito, you have such baby girl energy. We’re gonna need to work on being more assertive. I’m gonna give you a homework assignment of sorts. For the rest of the time we’re in the city, I want you to assume that anything you want to do to me, with me, or have me do to, or with you, is allowed. If it’s not, I’ll tap out with a safe word.”

“Anything? Are you sure?” he asks in an uncertain tone.

“Anything darling. I might just surprise you with what I’ll let you do to me,” Oscar purrs.

For the remaining two weeks they spent in Brooklyn, Pedro started a slow, but steady, movement from asking, to telling, Oscar what he wanted. It started small, such as telling Oscar to make him breakfast, gradually progressing to telling Oscar what he wanted him to do to him during their scenes. These things included, but were not limited to, be restrained with soft ribbons and some light choking. By time they were ready to go back to LA the week before Pedro’s 44th birthday, Pedro was telling Oscar to blindfold him and have his way with him. A week after returning to LA Pedro told Oscar he wanted to use toys with him and be in charge of the remote control. Oscar eagerly agreed to all of these things when Pedro commanded them.

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Act V: The Reversal

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A gentle rain begins to fall as Oscar softly sings an acoustic version of ‘(I Can’t Help) Falling In Love With You’. Pedro continues to sip his coffee, running his fingers lazily through Oscar’s hair. When the song is over Oscar continues to strum idly, turning his head slightly to look up at Pedro.

“Happy birthday, mi tigre. What did you want to do today? I know we’re going out Saturday with your family and Sarah, but what about today?”

Pedro considers this for a few moments before a wicked grin curls his lips. “I want you to do a strip tease for me, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you. And later, you’re gonna make love to me under the stars.”

Oscar rests his guitar carefully against the sofa. Propping himself up on one elbow he reaches for Pedro’s neck with his free hand, pulling him down for a tender kiss.

“Qué rico, mi Pedrito travieso (How delicious, my naughty Pedrito),” Oscar purrs softly, licking Pedro’s bottom lip before resting his head on Pedro’s lap once more.

They continue to sit outside in the gentle rain for another hour, enjoying the quietness of the day. The gentle rain eventually becomes hard and steady, resulting in a significant drop in temperature. When Oscar feels Pedro shudder beneath him, he quickly and carefully packs his guitar away, taking it, along with Pedro’s empty coffee cup, inside. When he comes back out he pulls Pedro to his feet, gripping his hips to pull him close. Burying his face into the crook of Pedro’s neck, he kisses a slow path to Pedro’s ear.

“Are you ready, mi tigre?” he whispers softly before gently biting Pedro’s earlobe.

He feels Pedro shudder against him and that deliciously familiar twitch against his lower abdomen as Pedro’s cock responds to his touch. Oscar kisses Pedro’s jaw line, pulling him tighter against his own growing erection. Standing practically nose to nose Oscar traces Pedro’s lower lip with his thumb before cupping his chin and sinking into a hungry, heated kiss. Moaning against his lips, Oscar grips the front of Pedro’s shirt and guides him inside. The steady drumming of rain through the open door sets a backdrop as he motions Pedro to sit in a chair he has turned to face the balcony. 

Pedro grins impishly as Oscar takes out his phone and queues up a song. When the synthesized intro of ‘Pony’ begins Oscar starts to roll his hips in languid circles, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrist. As his hips move his entire body falls into sync. He runs his fingers through his loose curls, down his face, neck and chest. Stepping in front of Pedro’s knees, Oscar grips his legs firmly and spreads them apart. Crouching between them, he runs his fingers up and down the length of Pedro’s thighs before cupping Pedro’s straining bulge through his pants. Leaning in, Oscar kisses Pedro’s neck, nipping the bruises he left the night before. Gliding his fingers over his lovers torso, he takes Pedro’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, panting heavily into Pedro’s mouth, before rising and taking a small step back. 

Still feeling the music, Oscar undoes his belt with one hand, removing it in one quick, smooth motion. The leather snaps loudly as it coils upon itself before falling to the floor. Pedro bites his bottom lip and grips the arms of the chair, fingers flexing over the velvety surface. As Oscar untucks his shirt Pedro reaches for the waistband of Oscar’s pants. Oscar slaps his hand away playfully, shaking his head and wagging his finger.

“No, mi Pedrito! This is a tease, remember?’ Oscar laughs.

“I can’t help myself, baby. I want to touch you so badly. My body aches for the feel of your skin against mine.”

A Cheshire Cat grin slowly curves Oscar’s lips as he teasingly lifts his shirt, inch by inch, exposing his stomach, before removing it fully and tossing it onto his discarded belt. Stepping into the space between Pedro’s still spread legs, Oscar takes Pedro’s hands, placing them on his pecks. He guides them down his torso, stopping at the waistline. Hands still covered, Pedro slowly undoes the button and zipper, pulling Oscar’s pants over his hips. They fall to the floor as Pedro grips Oscar’s hips, pulling him close. Oscar steps out of his pants and hastily kicks them to the side as Pedro licks and kisses his stomach, starting to tug at the waistband of Oscar’s boxer briefs.

Stepping back just far enough to be out of Pedro’s reach, Oscar hooks his thumb into his waistband and teasingly pulls his boxers down just enough to expose the base of his cock. His other hand snakes inside, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. His hand glides over his now erect cock as he pulls it out of his boxers. Taking Pedro’s hand, he places it over his throbbing member, pressing it hard against his erection.

“Baby, you make me so fucking hard,” Oscar whispers as he slowly pulls his boxers down, kicking them onto the pile of discarded clothes as Pedro starts to stroke him languidly.

Oscar straddles Pedro in the chair, kissing him with an unspoken, urgent need. He grinds his hips into Pedro as he works to remove Pedro’s shirt, breaking their kiss just long enough to pull it over Pedro’s head. Their lips reconnect instantly as Oscar’s fingers weave into Pedro’s soft, unruly hair, gripping it tightly. Pedro squeezes Oscar’s ass with one hand, while continuing to stroke his hard cock with the other. Oscar swiftly unbuttons and unzips Pedro’s pants, but when he goes to pull them down, he realizes he’ll have to stand up to remove them. Gripping the back of the chair firmly, Oscar pulls himself to a standing position, feet planted on the edges of the chair, allowing Pedro to shimmy off his remaining clothes.

As soon as Pedro’s hands are free again he possessively grips Oscar’s cock and licks the length from base to tip before swirling his tongue around the head and taking him fully. Oscar’s hips roll in small circles, the heat and texture of Pedro’s tongue eliciting deep moans.

“Fuck baby,” Oscar pants. “Oh yeah, just like that. I love it when you do that with that filthy little tongue of yours.” Gripping the back of the chair with one hand, Oscar buries his fingers in Pedro’s hair, gently guiding Pedro’s head. “I see you’re using the technique I taught you. You’ve gotten very good at it, baby,” Oscar moans softly.

Pedro continues to go down on Oscar, hollowing his cheeks to take him deeper. Still gripping the back of the chair for support, Oscar tightly grips Pedro’s throat, feeling his girth fill and expand it beneath his hand. After several minutes Oscar leans back slightly, loosening his grip on Pedro’s throat and looks down at him, cupping his face in his hands. 

“Damn baby, you’re fucking incredible. Give me a second to catch my breath, otherwise I’m gonna paint that beautiful throat of yours before you’ve had a chance to play.”

Oscar sits on Pedro’s lap and begins to stroke his cock slowly. Pedro mewls under Oscar’s touch. Grabbing the lube from the small table beside them, Oscar applies liberal amounts to Pedro’s cock as Pedro applies in kind to Oscar’s entrance.

“Baby, can I change my mind?” Oscar asks playfully.

“No,” Pedro responds in a low tone with a devilish grin. “Are you ready for me, gatito?”

Oscar nods, a half smile curling his lips. Resting his hand on Pedro’s side, Oscar caresses Pedro’s cheek.

“Slide down a little bit baby,” he whispers gently into Pedro’s ear.

Gripping Pedro’s shoulders for support he lifts himself up so Pedro can slide down in the seat. 

“Slide down a little more baby, and lay back. Yeah, just like that.” Oscar says in a soft, encouraging tone.

A look of nervousness overcomes Pedro as he grips his own cock and prepares to penetrate Oscar for the first time. 

“Relax baby, it’s ok. Just take it nice and slow. I’ll help guide you.” Pedro looks at him with concern and uncertainty. “You won’t hurt me, mi tigre, I promise. If something doesn’t feel right let me know and we’ll make adjustments.” Oscar soothes, placing a reassuring hand on Pedro’s chest, right above his rapidly beating heart.

Placing his hand over Pedro’s they move slowly, allowing Pedro time to steady his nerves. Oscar accepts him with little resistance, a shuddering moan escaping him as Pedro goes deeper. They sit in silence for several seconds as Pedro’s breath gradually returns to a calm, steady rhythm.

Resting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders, Oscar leans into him, kissing him softly on the lips. He starts to roll his hips slowly, allowing Pedro to become acclimated before he gradually increases his tempo. Pedro quickly matches Oscar’s pace, lifting his hips to penetrate deeper. 

“Fuck, mi tigre, you feel so god damn good inside me. Stroke my cock while you fuck me, baby. I wanna feel you inside and out. I want you to consume me entirely.”

Oscar moans loudly as Pedro fills him and strokes him simultaneously. Oscar’s moans and heavy breathing help Pedro find his groove.  He begins to thrust with more force, his hips slapping against Oscar’s ass.

“Daddy, can I—,” Pedro begins, but is immediately cut off by Oscar placing a finger over Pedro’s lips.

“Don’t ask, baby…,” Oscar pants heavily. He gasps when Pedro’s free hand finds his throat a few seconds later. “Harder, baby. Like you fucking mean it!”

Pedro’s grip tightens around Oscar’s throat, causing Oscar’s breath to come in hollow, gasping shudders. Pedro moans loudly, the sounds from Oscar driving his courage. Pedro’s hips keep slamming against Oscar’s ass as he ruts himself harder and deeper into Oscar, hitting his sweet spot over and over.

Breath hitching in his chest, Oscar pants eagerly, “Fuck! Right there, baby, right there!”

Slowing down, Pedro presses his hand firmly against Oscar’s chest, indicating him to lean back slightly. Pedro leans down and kisses the tip of Oscar’s cock, which is already moist with pre-cum, swirling his tongue along the slit. He licks his lips, allowing Oscar’s essence to create a slick sheen on them. 

The sight and sensation causes Oscar to jerk forward, involuntarily chasing Pedro’s lips. A feral groan escapes as Pedro finally wraps his lips around Oscar’s hard, aching cock.  As his concentration shifts Pedro’s speed falters. Oscar picks up the slack, controlling both the depth and speed of penetration. 

“I’m getting close, mi tigre. Where do you want it?” Oscar asks softly.

Pedro stops just long enough to answer, “In my mouth. Let me taste you, gatito.”

Gripping Pedro’s throat tightly Oscar releases his load, feeling his orgasm pour down Pedro’s throat, a quivering sensation rippling below his grip. Pedro gasps as he tries to catch his breath. 

As Oscar continues to rock his hips, taking Pedro as deep as he can, his breath comes in ragged gasps as he rides Pedro hard. He leans in closely, hands traveling up Pedro’s sweat slicked torso, and bites Pedro’s shoulder hard enough to elicit a gasp. 

Pedro shudders as he tries to hold off his release. Oscar gazes at him intensely, instantly knowing that he’s trained his Pedrito very well. Even taking on a dominant role, Pedro still seeks Oscar’s approval before he can find his release.

In a soft whisper, Oscar breathes against Pedro’s ear, “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me, cum inside me.”

Pedro arches his back as he cums deep inside Oscar, moaning with relief as his orgasm pulses through him in waves. Oscar sighs heavily as Pedro fills him. Cupping his chin, Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro tenderly, running his fingers through Pedro’s damp hair. As if a switch was flipped, Pedro almost immediately falls back into a submissive state. 

“Was that ok, Daddy?” Pedro asks quietly, looking down into the space between them shyly.

“You did beautifully, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose. “I enjoyed it very much. I hope you enjoyed it too?”

“Yes, Daddy, I enjoyed it very much. I would love to do it again. Soon.”

“Of course, mi Pedrito. Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor (you know I would do anything for you, my love). Let’s take a quick shower, then we can snuggle a little. And you can tell me where you want to go once it’s dark. Is there anywhere you know of that has privacy and good star visibility?”

“Hmm, there’s an observatory at Mt. Wilson. I think that would be perfect. There are some trails nearby. We could take a blanket, maybe some wine?”

“That sounds perfect, darling.”

After they shower they fall asleep while snuggled up to each other in bed, satisfied and pleasantly tired. A few hours later they dress, go to Pedro’s favorite restaurant, then head out to Mt. Wilson, where they gaze at the stars through the observatory telescopes while waiting for the park to officially close. Once they’re sure they’re relatively alone they lay out a blanket and sip wine while gazing at the night sky. They make love under the stars, just like they did during the nights they’d spent in Brooklyn.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: pending

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar discuss consensual power dynamics and safety. Oscar gives Pedro his first lesson.Takes place the day after chapter 3 concludes.

Notes: I know “cool slutty daddy” didn’t happen until 2023, and that Ash Crossan didn’t become an entertainment correspondent until 2022, so I’m taking some liberties (as if this whole story isn’t full of them 🤣)

Tag line: “Have you ever craved it? Craved it so badly… that it hurts?”

Chapter 4 - First Lesson

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[Pedro narrates]: Al descubrirme totalmente entregado de cuerpo y alma a esta conexión, surge un nivel de confianza y complicidad que nunca habíamos experimentado. Nuestras miradas se encuentran, comunicando el ardiente deseo de olvidarse del mundo afuera, y solamente sumergirme en tus ojos inebriantes. Tus besos sellan este momento. No quiero que te vayas.

Upon discovering that my body and soul are totally devoted to this connection, there’s a level of trust and complicity that we never experienced before. Our gazes meet, communicating the burning desire to forget the world outside, and only dive into your inebriating eyes. Your kisses seal this moment. I don’t want you to leave.

 

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ACT I: Toast and Coffee

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Oscar stands in Pedro’s kitchen cooking lunch. Several pans are on hot burners and a delicious aroma fills the kitchen/living room area.

Oscar hums ‘Tuyo’ as he stirs boiling noodles in one pot and adds spices to a sauce in another. Just as he starts to strain the noodles Pedro pads into the living room wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else. His bed hair points in all directions. He yawns loudly and stretches his arms above his head.

Checking his watch, Oscar sees it’s a few minutes before noon.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day,” Oscar says cheerfully.

“How long have I been asleep?” Pedro asks as he stretches again.

“About ten hours, give or take. I guess I finally tired you out,” Oscar says with a sly grin as he begins to plate their lunch. “Did you want to eat inside or outside? It’s late enough that the sun is out and it's another beautiful LA day.”

“Let’s eat outside. I’ll show you the castle I told you about the other night.”

They take their plates, laden with a robust spaghetti in red sauce, out to the balcony.

A soft breeze blows and birds chirp cheerfully. As promised, Pedro points out the castle down the hill. They eat in a comfortable silence, savoring their meals, sipping on Casillero del Diablo. When they do speak the conversation is light and casual.

“About yesterday…" Oscar begins softly. "I’m so incredibly sorry if I hurt or scared you. That was not my intention at all,” he says, maintaining steady eye contact.

“My neck is still a little sore, but you didn’t hurt me. You just caught me off guard. Up to that second, everything had been so… sweet. When I found myself… pinned… to the shower wall, it was… well, it was hot, don't get me wrong. I love your passion. But it was also a bit sudden. I know I should have said something, but…”

“Mi Pedrito, mi tigre, mi amor… I dropped the ball on this, and I’m sorry. I should have been paying closer attention. The second you got on your knees, those sexy, slutty knees, I knew the dynamic of our relationship was changing. It was my responsibility to help you navigate that, and make sure I knew your limits. I know we said we were gonna talk about it when I got back last night, but seeing you lying naked in bed… I couldn’t help myself. But today this conversation is a top priority."

"Oh I know, I have been totally wrapped up in you myself. I don't blame you for getting carried away. I just want to try to do this right. It's all so new."

"It's something I've explored before, so let me guide you. Have you given any more thought to your safe words? I believe we decided that three would be a good starting point. Green, yellow and red.”

“I have! I know it’ll probably sound silly, but…” he laughs, then continues, “since we’ve both been dubbed ‘Space Daddies’, what if our words were astronomy related?” he asks enthusiastically.

“I like that. Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

“For green I think ‘moonlight’ would be good, because I’ve always felt safe in the moonlight. For yellow, I was thinking ‘starlight’, because sometimes stars look like they’re blinking, like caution lights. And for red, I was thinking ‘nova’, because it sounds like ‘no veh’, you know, no-go? But also because it’s an explosion, and things tend to stop pretty fast when they’ve exploded." Pedro laughs joyfully at his own joke.

“That they do, Pedrito, that they do,” Oscar says, his heart full and happy seeing Pedro back to his usual, goofy self. “I think those are excellent, mi vida. Let’s keep talking inside while I clean up the mess I’ve made in your kitchen,” he says, kissing Pedro tenderly on the forehead.

Collecting their empty dishes they go inside to clean up the kitchen. Pedro collects the cookware from the stove and stacks it neatly beside the sink. Oscar runs hot water and begins rinsing. Pedro wipes down the stove and surrounding countertops. Once he’s done all he can do, Pedro sits on a bar stool, facing Oscar, who is still rinsing dishes and putting them into the dishwasher.

“So… you mentioned yesterday wanting to do ‘truly depraved and brutal things with me…" Pedro begins, watching Oscar intently. “What sort of things do you imagine doing with me… to me?” he asks, his voice equal parts excited and timid.

Oscar smiles at Pedro and flicks water at him as he rinses the final dish.

“Well, since we’ve only just begun to explore our desires, let’s start off slow. What do you think about only being able to cum when I say you can?”

Pedro tilts his head slightly, considering what Oscar is asking him.

“You mean, like we did earlier, where you tell me to touch myself and to slow down so I don’t cum too fast?”

“Hmm, something like that. But let’s take it a step further. You can only touch yourself when I say you can, whether I'm here or not. And when I say you can touch yourself, know that I’m not giving you permission to cum. I might let you get close, so very close…” Oscar licks his lips at the thought of Pedro being desperate for release. “But until I give you permission, you’re not allowed to cum. And if you do… well, disobedience comes with punishment.”

“What… what sort of punishment?” Pedro asks, his eyebrows arching in fascinated curiosity.

“That’s something we’ll have to figure out together. What sort of punishment do you think you’d deserve for disobeying me, mi tigre?” he asks with a salacious grin.

Pedro bites his lip. “Well… since you’re talking about permissions, I suppose a fitting punishment for disobedience in this case would be not letting me cum at all?” he responds softly, looking at Oscar with a sad puppy expression, brows knitted together.

“If the disobedience continues, yes, that does seem a fitting punishment. Or perhaps I’ll overstimulate you, make you beg me to stop. You’ll be begging either way. Both sound equally delicious,” Oscar says, his smile devious.

Pedro’s eyes widen in shock. He’d never considered overstimulation before.

“But before it gets that far, you’ll be given warnings. The first warning may be verbal, but could also be something light, like a slap. I know you don’t really like harsh physical pain, so I’d never strike you hard… unless you wanted me to. But I think an open palm slap across the face, or on your ass, would be within your tolerance?”

“I think that would be ok. I definitely enjoyed it when you slapped my ass last night. As for my tolerance, I guess we’ll just have to discover it together.” A mischievous smirk tugs at his lips. “What other things did you want to do with me? Would these things be restricted to certain areas, like our homes? Or would we do stuff in public? Like… with the chance of being caught? The possibility of being caught… that… that actually sounds kind of exciting.”

“Oh, that turns you on, does it?” Oscar rubs his chin, contemplating the delightfully devious things he could make Pedro do while in the company of others.

“Yeah. My adrenaline always surges when the stakes are higher.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Speaking of public places, you’re going to the premier at the Dolby this evening, right?”

“Yeah, gotta support our fellow Space Sister, Diego!” Pedro replies enthusiastically.

“Space Sisters! I don’t know exactly where that name came from, but I love it! Did you want to go together in a ‘strictly platonic friends’ kind of way?”

“Yeah, that’s probably best. But maybe… we can fool around in the theater once the lights go down?” Pedro asks, winking playfully.

“Mi Pedrito travieso! What’s gotten into you? Have I awoken some sort of dormant beast in you?”

Pedro dismounts his stool as Oscar wipes down the counter a final time. Putting his arms around Oscar’s waist, Pedro nibbles Oscar’s earlobe.

“Si, papi,” Pedro purrs softly in Oscar’s ear.

Oscar shivers as the heat of Pedro’s breath causes a chill to run down his spine.

“Speaking of Space Sisters… Moon Knight and Din Djarin, who do you think would win in a fight?” Pedro asks cheerfully, resting his head on Oscar’s shoulder.

“Moon Knight, hands down! He’s got the power of Khonshu when he’s in his suit. No way Mando’s gonna beat that!”

“Excuse me, but Mando has a full suit of beskar! It’s impervious to everything. What’s Steven got? A mummy suit?” Pedro scoffs, laughing loudly and slaps Oscar’s shoulder.

Turning to face Pedro, Oscar says “Oh, you cheeky little minx. We’ve not even fully laid out the rules of play and you’re already begging for punishment. And I know just the thing. While you were sleeping I went into town and did a little shopping. Bring me the bag by the sofa and I’ll show you what I got,” Oscar says excitedly.

Pedro spots the bag by the sofa and brings it to the bar, handing it to Oscar, who is now sitting on a stool.

“It’s heavy. What’s in it?” Pedro asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Oscar rummages around in the bag, placing miscellaneous articles of clothing, rope and some industrial looking straps, onto the bar before finally pulling out a thin box. Pedro sits on the next stool, watching as the pile of mysteries grows. Pedro’s eyebrow arches as he tries to figure out exactly what he’s looking at on the bar and in Oscar’s hand. Oscar opens the box and pulls out a sleek black device with a ring attached. He also palms a small remote control.

“Uh… what the fuck is that Oscar?” Pedro asks, eyes wide, voice slightly raised.

“This, mi tigre, this is going to be your undoing. It’s a prostate massager with flexible teasers and internal warming. It’s remote controlled. That way, when you need… behavior modification, I can make adjustments discreetly. Let’s go try it on.”

 

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ACT II: The Test

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A few hours later Pedro and Oscar are in Pedro’s bedroom getting ready to head to the Dolby Theatre. Pedro stands in front of a full length mirror wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt and black boxer briefs. Oscar is dressed in a similar dress shirt and dress pants. Oscar buttons Pedro’s shirt while Pedro works on Oscar’s bow tie.

“Are you sure it feels ok? It’s not uncomfortable or poking anywhere it shouldn’t?” Oscar asks, his tone caring, full of concern.

“No, it’s fine. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as you do, but it’s still a pleasant sensation.”

“Want to test it out real quick, make sure everything is where it needs to be? Wouldn’t want to find out something’s wrong on the carpet.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Just keep it on low. I don’t want to become a Lonely Island song cliché,” Pedro quips with a smirk.

Oscar stifles a laugh and presses the power button. A Cheshire Cat grin manifests as Pedro’s breath catches and he moans softly. When Oscar doesn’t immediately turn the device off Pedro looks at him expectantly.

“Really? You’re gonna keep it turned on?” Pedro responds in a bratty tone, arching his eyebrow.

“Let’s test the range. I need to see how far away I can be and still have this thing function,” Oscar responds, ignoring Pedro’s sass for the time being.

Oscar steps out of Pedro’s bedroom and walks down the hallway. Every few feet he hits the up button and grins when he hears Pedro moan loudly. On his way back to the bedroom he can hear that Pedro’s moaning has softened, but comes in ragged gasps.

“I guess it’s got a pretty decent range, yeah?”

“Unless you want me to have to change, you need to turn that off, right now. I’m seriously going to cum any second,” Pedro pants, his tone a bit more commanding than he’d intended.

Oscar glares at Pedro for several seconds, maintaining unwavering eye contact, letting Pedro know that he overstepped by making demands. He finally switches the toy off, and Pedro sighs in relief when the silicone inside him stops vibrating.

"Did you just tell me what I NEED to do?" he says with a soft, menacing tone, eyes dark.

"Yep. And you did it, didn't you?" Pedro replies in a casually triumphant way, pursing his lips in a smirk.

"Testing me already? Tsk tsk tsk," Oscar clicks his tongue in disapproval, his harsh glare turning into a smirk of his own, which somehow makes him look even more threatening.

Stepping closer, invading Pedro’s personal space, Oscar wraps his right hand possessively around Pedro's straining erection. Oscar's other hand moves behind Pedro's hips to find the base of the toy, placed perfectly between his cheeks. Oscar pushes the toy into him in tiny pulses, each micro-movement causing Pedro to gasp. Oscar's right hand moves down to cup his balls firmly but not painfully.

"WHEN are you going to cum?" Oscar growls in his ear.

Pedro whimpers, "Please… I… oh my god," he barely manages between gasps.

"When?" Oscar demands, the grip of his right hand tightening slightly, just on the verge of becoming painful.

All trace of sass gone now, Pedro feels every part of his body electrified and aching with tension and excitement.

"When... when you give me permission, Daddy," Pedro pants.

"That’s my good boy. Don't forget," he warns, releasing Pedro from his grip. Pedro slumps in a combination of relief and longing for more. He can tell he’s in for a long evening.

 

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ACT III: The Denial

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Thirty minutes later they’re getting out of the studios private car in front of the Dolby Theater. A flurry of flashes momentarily blind them as they start walking towards the staging area near the start of the famous red carpet. They find Diego, exchange hugs, then get in line to walk down the long line of press. At each of the press stations, just as the interviewer is asking Pedro about his upcoming projects, Oscar hits the button on the remote nestled in his pocket. As the line progresses the intensity of the vibrations changes, up, down, never remaining consistent. Oscar delights when Pedro gasps just as he’s about to answer each reporter. The last reporter in line, their favorite, is Ash. Ash, the reporter who would eventually help birth Pedro’s title of “Cool Slutty Daddy” into the world. Oscar knows Pedro absolutely relishes the playful title and casual flirtation, but tries to play it down on Disney red carpets. That just isn’t a very Disney thing to talk about at one of the House of Mouse events.

Ash: “So Pedro, are you excited to see Diego in a Star Wars role?”

“Absolutely! I’m always happy to support a fellow…” He’s cut short as Oscar hits the button, increasing the frequency of vibrations of their new toy. Pedro coughs to cover the gasp. “Latino Space Sister!” he finishes quickly. Ash raises her eyebrow, silently asking if he’s ok. Pedro shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, urging her to continue.

Pedro answers a few more of Ash’s questions before being led off by Oscar into the venue. As other attendees are taking their seats Pedro notices that Oscar keeps glancing over his shoulder.

“What are you looking for, Oscar?” Pedro asks, trying to find where Oscar’s gaze keeps being drawn.

“I’m keeping an eye on the balcony. It looks like it’s closed off for the event. Once the lights go down I’m going to go up there and make sure it’s empty. I’ll text you when it’s all clear.”

Pedro nods and they both chit chat with other celebrities sitting around them as they wait. After about fifteen minutes the lights begin to dim and the theater goes dark. Another five minutes later Oscar taps Pedro’s hand and points up, indicating he’s going to check on the balcony situation. A few minutes later Pedro’s phone buzzes.

Pedro exits the auditorium, turns right, enters the first door on the right and mounts the stairs to the balcony. The path is lit by tiny running lights on either side of the steps. After a few moments Pedro finally sees light from the screen below. Oscar is sitting at the edge of the balcony, arms hanging over the rails, watching Diego tower over the audience on the projection screen.

“Hey,” Pedro says softly as he takes a seat next to Oscar.

Oscar turns to face him, cups Pedro’s face in his hands, and kisses him greedily. During the kiss Oscar presses the power button on the remote. Pedro moans into Oscar’s mouth as the sensation rocks him. Oscar gets up from his chair and stands before Pedro, his silhouette blocking the screen. Oscar places his left foot against the inside of Pedro’s right foot, and with his right he forces Pedro’s legs apart.

Oscar gazes into Pedro’s eyes as he works to undo Pedro’s belt buckle. Oscar can see Pedro’s eyes grow dark with desire as he works on the button and zipper. Pedro lifts his hips as Oscar moves to pull his pants and boxers down. A devilish grin spreading across his face, Oscar presses the up button on the remote in his pocket. Pedro gasps audibly. Crouching before him, Oscar grips Pedro’s shaft possessively and begins to stroke him slowly. After a few moments Pedro is gripping the arms of his seat, breathing heavily. With each moan Oscar changes his pace. Faster, slower, faster. He presses another button on the remote and Pedro groans in delight as the device he’s been fitted with begins to get warm.

“Fuck…” Pedro grunts hoarsely.

“Are you close, mi tigre?” Oscar asks.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m so fucking close. Can I cum, Daddy? Daddy, please?

“No, mi tigre, you cannot,” Oscar purrs.

Oscar gets up off his haunches, sits down beside Pedro, and turns off the device. His demeanor edging on boredom. Pedro whimpers at the loss of Oscar’s hand on his now throbbing, aching cock, and the loss of heat and vibration from the device embedded inside him. Pedro moves his hand to stroke himself to finish. Oscar slaps it away.

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear before,” Oscar says in a velvety tone. “I said you CANNOT touch yourself without my permission. And I do NOT give you permission to touch yourself, nor do I give you permission to cum, mi osito.” Oscar smiles sweetly at his pet.

Pedro whimpers again and moves to pull up his pants. Oscar reaches a gentle hand out to stop him. Pedro looks at him with glistening, sad eyes, which glint in the light from the screen below. Oscar just shakes his head, not looking at Pedro for more than a few seconds. When Pedro puts his hands on the armrests again he starts stroking them absentmindedly. Oscar places his left hand over Pedro’s right and gently strokes his fingers, letting his own trace over and move between Pedro’s restless fingers. Several minutes later, when he sees that Pedro has calmed down, and is no longer breathing heavily, Oscar reaches over and begins to stroke Pedro again. He’s almost instantly hard at Oscar’s touch. Moving deliriously slow, Oscar brings Pedro to the brink again, then stops, occasionally employing the prostate massager. This continues in 30 minute increments for the duration of the premier. Luckily for Pedro the screening is not longer than two hours. As the credits start to roll Oscar tells Pedro to make himself presentable because they have to be social before he can take Pedro home.

Pedro inhales sharply. “Please, Daddy. I’ve never been so desperate…” he moans, “as I am right now.”

Oscar moans softly in response. “You don’t know desperate yet, darling,” Oscar purrs softly.

“I’m so fucking horny, Daddy. Will you please let me cum when we get home?” Pedro asks softly. “Please?” he begs, barely above a whisper, desperation evident in his voice.

“Yes, mi osito, I’ll let you cum when we get home. If you behave.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

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ACT IV: The Release

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Oscar stands in front of the glass walls in Pedro’s bedroom, staring out over the twinkling city, as he removes his clothes. He turns around to face Pedro, who is sitting on the edge of the bed, awaiting instruction, looking a little nervous. Oscar crosses the room, takes Pedro’s hands, and pulls him to his feet. He begins to slowly undress Pedro.

“Do you remember the words, mi tigre?” Oscar asks, making direct eye contact with Pedro, his expression serious. He unbuttons Pedro’s shirt, shrugs it over his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor with his own. Pedro’s pants and boxer briefs soon join the pile.

“Yeah, I remember,” he nods and looks away, slightly embarrassed.

“Look at me. Say them. Tell me what they are. I want to be absolutely certain you understand before we start.” Oscar cups Pedro’s chin and gently turns his head so that Pedro has to look at him.

“Green is ‘moonlight’, yellow is ‘starlight’ and red is ‘nova’,” he responds, maintaining eye contact this time.

“Good. I don’t want you to forget once we get started. Use them if you need them, but don’t feel like you have to say them just to say them. Now, lie down in the middle of the bed and get comfortable… we’re gonna be here for a while,” he says, a mischievous smile slowly emerging.

Pedro does as instructed, propping himself up with a stack of pillows so that he’s reclining slightly. Oscar climbs onto the bed and straddles Pedro’s hips, sitting on his thighs.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Not quite like this, no. I’ve changed pace before, but never prolonged it more than a few minutes. How… how long do you plan to stretch it out?” he asks, his brows knitting with concern.

“Until I feel like you’ve earned it. I’m going to stroke this beautiful cock of yours until you’re begging me to let you cum, mi Pedrito travieso (my naughty Pedrito). And when I feel you’re sufficiently desperate for it… that’s when I’ll let you cum for me. There are only three very simple rules you have to follow once we start. One, you can only refer to me as “Daddy”. Two, no touching. This means no touching me, and absolutely no touching yourself. I don’t want to have to restrain you, mi tigre, but I will if necessary. Three, you’re going to have to show me, beg me, to let me know just how badly you want it. But, if I see you’re getting too eager, too close to disobeying me… I’ll have to stop until you’ve regained control over yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Pedro responds obediently.

Oscar reaches down and firmly clasps Pedro in his fist, but doesn’t begin to stroke yet.

“Do you feel that? My hand on your delicious cock?”

Pedro nods and sighs heavily.

“Good. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels,” Oscar whispers as he begins pumping Pedro slowly.

“That...” Pedro moans. “that feels so good, Daddy,” Pedro says with a shiver.

Oscar doesn’t respond verbally; he just strokes languidly, agonizingly so. Pedro’s hips buck gently under Oscar’s weight, causing Oscar to stop, realizing Pedro is already so close to disobedience.

“Oh no, this just won’t do. I’ve barely touched you and you’ve already started to buck. You’ve still got to earn it baby. Now focus, or this will be agonizingly slow,” Oscar says.

Pedro nods and Oscar resumes his slow stroking. His free hand gently traces lines across Pedro’s chest, pinching his nipples. Pedro moans softly.

Pedro moans loudly, “Have you ever craved it? Craved it so badly…” he gasps, “that it hurts?”

“I just wanna hear you say it, Daddy. I wanna hear you say I have to”, he moans, “beg you,” his breath hitches and he gasps, “to let me cum.”

“If you want to cum… you’re gonna have to earn it, mi puta (my whore).”

“Please,” Pedro begs.

“Please. Please. Please.” Pedro sighs in frustration. “Daddy, please.”

“Daddy loves hearing you beg,” Oscar moans. “Hearing you sound sooo fucking DESPERATE to please me.”

“You promised,” Pedro responds in a soft voice.

“Please! Please! Please…” he begs desperately.

“No! Not yet,” Oscar responds, impatience creeping into his tone.

“Baby,” Pedro pleads plaintively.

Oscar slaps Pedro across the face. The sound reverberates in the quiet room.

“No me digas baby, mi pecadorcito. No recuerdo haber dicho que podías dejar de suplicar, (don’t call me baby, my little sinner. I don't remember saying that you could stop begging)” Oscar says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Perdóname, Papi (forgive me, Daddy),” Pedro apologizes.

“Parece que no lo quieres tanto, tampoco suenas desesperado (it seems that you don't want it so much, you don't sound desperate either).”

“Daddy, Please! I want… need… you to let me cum. You promised.”

“I said no.”

Pedro sighs again, his frustration growing. “Daddy, please. Fuck.”

“Oh my god…” Pedro gasps out of breath.

“Please, Daddy, you promised you’d let me cum this time,” Pedro laments.

“Fuck.”

“Let me cum, Daddy! I need it! I need it… so fucking badly,” Pedro pleads desperately.

“Fuck, please,” Pedro begs.

“Fuck… you promised. Ooooh…”

Oscar’s cock twitches at Pedro’s last gasp. Pedro stares at it with unbridled lust. Oscar moans and reaches for the lube. After quick, liberal application to himself and Pedro he slowly slides into Pedro’s tight ass. They both moan as he moves deeper. Oscar moves slowly, almost imperceptibly, while continuing to stroke Pedro’s cock.

“Please… baby,” he whispers softly.

Oscar smacks Pedro across the face again.

Pedro’s entire body shudders from the sudden, but expected, contact.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.”

“I’m gonna… oh fuck.”

“I said no,” Oscar says again, his tone more forceful.

“Fuck. I’m…” Pedro moans, “I’m—”

“We’re almost there baby, almost there…” Oscar says encouragingly.

Pedro moans desperately, barely able to breathe.

“You look sufficiently desperate now. Do you think you’ve earned it yet, mi puta?”

“Yes, yes, I’m…”

“Yes! Fuck yes… yes!” Pedro exclaims.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you beg,” Oscar says softly.

“Cum for me, Pedrito,” Oscar says, finally granting his pet the permission he’s been begging so long for.

“I’m…” Pedro begins, but as soon as his brain registers that he’s finally been given permission he’s been longing for, he cums hard, almost on demand. His body trembles from his orgasm and he moans loudly. The sheer force of his release expels the air from his lungs, rendering him unable to speak momentarily.

Oscar cums as Pedro rides the wave of his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” Pedro sighs.

His body still trembling, Pedro says, “God, that was… fucking… incredible, Daddy. Thank you.”

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[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 3 - Primer Amanecer (First Sunrise)

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6,346

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: After spending their first night together, Pedro and Oscar begin to explore their new relationship and their new dynamic.

[Oscar narrates] “Los rayos de sol entran por la ventana calentando la piel e invitando a abrir los ojos. Se siente como un llamado para sentir algo nuevo e inesperado. Hay una sensación de ya haber experimentado este sentimiento, sin embargo, se siente como una deliciosa primera vez.” (The rays of the sun come through the window, warming the skin and inviting you to open your eyes. It feels like a call to feel something new and unexpected. There is a sense of having already experienced this feeling, yet it feels like a delicious first time.)

In Pedro’s bedroom, morning sunlight is streaming in from the floor to ceiling glass walls. Soft music plays through speakers set deep in the ceiling, scattered throughout the house. As Oscar awakens, he slowly becomes aware that he’s waking up in a strange bed. Memories of the previous night flood his mind and he reaches across the bed for his Pedrito, wanting to pull him close to his chest just the way they had fallen asleep together.

No Pedro. Hmm.

Oscar sits up and looks around the room, noticing their clothing tossed hastily onto the floor. A quick scan of the room makes it painfully obvious that he is alone, and the adjoining bathroom door is open. A jolt of panic arises in his chest as he wonders if his friend is having regrets about the previous night and fled. Oscar starts mentally rehearsing how he will try to reassure Pedro that nothing has changed, this doesn’t have to ruin their friendship. Biting his lip, Oscar starts getting out of bed when he hears the bedroom door open.

“¡Buenos días, mi sol!” (Good morning, my sun!) Pedro says as he bursts into the room with a huge grin on his face, which Oscar quickly matches. Pedro has on grey sweatpants and nothing else, hair fluffy and messy, beautiful brown eyes twinkling as his grin turns mischievous. He dives into bed next to Oscar, finding his favorite spot with his head on Oscar’s chest. Pedro looks up at him with a carefree smile that makes Oscar’s heart sing. Oscar wraps his arms around Pedro as a wave of relief washes over him, and he kisses Pedro deeply.

“Well good morning to you too, sunshine. Since when do you wake up early?” Oscar’s asks with amusement.

“Cariño, I hate to tell you this… but it’s almost noon.”

“What? Well, I guess we did stay up half the night.”

“Up… yeah… “ Pedro replies cheekily, his hand making its way down Oscar’s chest to brush against his pubic hair, making his meaning abundantly clear. Oscar chuckles in response.

“What, I didn’t tire you out last night?” Oscar smirks.

“Not even close…” Pedro says with a mischievous grin.

They kiss deeply, hands starting to explore each others’ bodies, when-DING! A loud chime goes off in the other room, startling them both. Pedro laughs.

“Toast! I made eggs and coffee already, and that’s the toast. Come on.” Pedro jumps up and watches Oscar getting out of his bed, gloriously naked. Catching himself staring, Pedro offers, “I have some extra sweatpants on the dresser. Come find me when you’re ready.”

Pedro is pouring a second cup of steaming hot coffee in the kitchen when Oscar enters. Coming up behind him, he wraps his arms around Pedro’s bare chest, pulling him close.

“There you are. You’ve been busy.” Pedro turns around and puts his hands on Oscar’s hips, pulling him in for a brief kiss.

“Mmm…, but coffee first,” Pedro says with a smirk. They both grab their coffees and sit at the kitchen bar, where Pedro has put down two plates with eggs and toast. He starts eating, stealing glances at Oscar to see if he likes the breakfast he made.

“This is good, thank you. Hang on, is that Grogu?” Oscar asks as he’s eying the toast, which has the outline of Grogu burned into the bread. Pedro smiles to himself, pleased.

“Yeah, I got this toaster thingy as a promotional gift for The Mandalorian. Is it too cheesy?” he asks, a light blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“No, it’s so you and I love it,” Oscar answers, gently brushing Pedros cheek.

They finish eating in comfortable silence.

“So… what now?” Pedro turns to Oscar expectantly as he collects their plates and puts them in the sink.

“Well… at some point I’ll have to go get ready for that fundraiser tonight at the Getty.”

Pedro sighs disappointedly, “Ah, I forgot you have to go to that. But we have a little time, right?”

Oscar smiles and walks over to rest his hands on Pedro’s hips. “I know that look. What did you have in mind, Pedrito?”

“I mean… you’ll have to shower before tonight, right? Want some… help?” he offers shyly, running his fingers along the waistband of the sweatpants Oscar borrowed and looks so tempting in. Oscar grins at this blatant suggestion.

“Always wanting more, hm? Alright, well first, let’s get clean,” Oscar says as Pedro takes his hand, leading him to the master bathroom.

As Pedro leads Oscar down the hall Oscar playfully pinches Pedro’s ass, causing him to jump and break out in nervous laughter.

“This is nice,” Oscar says, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Pedro’s sweatpants. He tugs at them gently before slowly sliding them down his hips. Pedro mimics Oscar’s movements, right down to the butterfly kiss on Oscar’s nose.

Pedro steps into a large glass shower. Turning on the tap he places his hand under the steady stream to gauge the temperature.

“How hot do you like it?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

To his surprise Oscar has quietly come up behind him, stepping into the shower. Putting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders he hums softly into his ear. “I like it very hot. How about you?”

A shudder of delight runs through Pedro as Oscars hand glides down his back, then gently squeezes his ass.

“I…” Pedro breathes heavily as steam quickly fills the shower, “me too. I like it hot, too.”

“Can you stand it to be a little hotter, mi Pedrito?” Oscar asks, his voice laced with desire.

“Uh, me or the water?” Pedro asks, another shiver running through him.

“Yes,” Oscar answers as he peppers sweet kisses across the expanse of Pedro’s broad shoulders. Pedro bites his lip and moans softly as Oscar closes the shower door, his lips still exploring Pedro’s back.

“Turn around,” Oscar says as he leans in to kiss Pedro’s neck, his growing erection poking into Pedro’s hip. Pedro obeys, turning to face the wall opposite the shower. “Let’s wash this beautiful head of hair, mi tigre,” he says, moving to stand behind Pedro while water runs through Pedro’s hair. Pedro tilts his head back as Oscar massages it with shampoo.

“Mmm, that feels so good papi. You’ve got magic fingers,” Pedro purrs, reaching behind himself to grab Oscar’s hips, pulling him closer, so Oscar’s erection presses against his ass. Oscar begins to slowly rock back and forth as the shampoo rolls down Pedro’s back. Oscar massages Pedro’s scalp for several minutes, delighting in the purrs escaping his lovers lips.

“Your turn,” Pedro says, moving behind Oscar and pushing him under the stream.

After washing Oscar’s hair Pedro collects one of the shower poofs hanging from a hook, and turns his attention to Oscar’s back, sucking and licking the clean water away ever so often as it washes away the suds. Oscar moans at the feel of Pedro’s lips and tongue against his skin. He begins to stroke his cock while Pedro continues to work on his back.

“Hmm, that looks fun,” Pedro says as he steps around to face Oscar after several more moments of kissing and licking his neck, shoulders and back. “Mind if I try?” he asks playfully.

“How about you take over here, and I’ll start here…” Oscar says as he releases his hold on his own cock and starts stroking Pedro’s. “Slower Pedrito, we’ve still got several hours to enjoy each other before I have to leave. And when it’s over, I’ll come back. We can spend the night snuggling and put on a movie we’ll both ignore.”

“That sounds like an amazing way to end an amazing day. What time do you think you’ll be back?” Pedro grins as Oscar starts to moan under his languid touch.

Oscar kisses Pedro deeply, burying his free fingers in Pedro’s wet hair. “I’ll try to duck out early, but I’m hoping by 10?”

“That’s a long time for me to be without you, mi luna,” Pedro pouts playfully.

Pedro removes his hand from Oscar’s cock long enough to apply copious amounts of shower gel onto his poof, working up a rich, fragrant lather. One hand returns its attention back to Oscar’s twitching cock while the other washes Oscar’s chest. Oscar does the same, and they continue to get clean.

As they continue to stoke each other Pedro opens his hand, gently pulling Oscars cock forward so that Oscar’s knuckles graze his own sensitive skin. Oscar groans loudly at the duality of the sensation. Opening his own hand he pulls Pedro’s cock towards his own, so that the only thing between them are soap suds. Oscar bites Pedro’s shoulder with surprising intensity, causing Pedro to shudder with delight and wince slightly at the pleasant pain.

Oscar cups Pedro’s face in his soapy hands. Leaning in slowly, his lips press urgently against Pedro’s. “Tuyo” begins to play as the kiss deepens and hands begin a new, greedy exploration. Oscar breaks the kiss, his lips trailing kisses over Pedro’s face, down his neck.

“Quiero ser el fuego que arde tu piel,” (I want to be the fire that burns your skin) he whispers against Pedro’s neck as he continues to touch every inch of his lover his fingers can find.

Pedro moans, “Y quiero ser el agua que mata tu sed” (And I want to be the water that quenches your thirst), Pedro responds softly.

“Let me wash your back before I get too distracted by you, and that gorgeous cock of yours,” Oscar says as he turns Pedro back around so he’s facing the far wall again. “I want you to stroke your cock for me, to make those delicious sounds as you get closer to cumming, but I don’t want you to cum just yet. Put your feet closer together for me, mi amor. Yeah, that’s it,” Oscar says as he slides his cock between Pedro’s cheeks, pumping slowly as he washes Pedro’s back. Pedro moans at the combined sensations and starts stroking himself faster. “No, mi tigre, slow down,” he instructs as he finishes washing Pedro’s back.

”That feels so fucking good,” Pedro says between moans.

“Fuck… eso es... tan... agradable.” (that’s... so... nice) Oscar moans heavily, bucking his hips forward again and again. His arm comes up around Pedros neck as he pushes Pedro against the shower wall with more force than he intended. Caught up in the moment Oscar doesn’t realize Pedro’s neck is twisted a bit too far at an awkward angle. Everything else that was happening felt too good to stop. Pedro whimpers softly, causing Oscar to moan in response and thrust against him more vigorously.

The slick, soapy sensations and Oscar's increasingly intense moaning, are too much. Though Pedro feels sure that his neck will probably be sore for days from being forced into this angle, but he’s committed to seeing it through until the end. Pedro strokes himself to a quick release, his cum shooting in hot spurts against the glass. Oscar rests his head on Pedro’s shoulder, biting him hard. He continues thrusting his hips forcefully against Pedro, over and over again, until he finally cums. He groans loudly into Pedro’s ear, his cum spilling down Pedro’s legs.

Once Oscar releases his grip on Pedro's neck, Pedro slowly pushes himself upright, rinsing himself off and stretching his neck from side to side.

“Fuck, that was—“ Oscar pants heavily, stopping short when he realizes Pedro is looking uncomfortable and not meeting his eyes. “Pedro, mi tigre, are you ok?” he asks, his voice heavy with concern, touching his shoulder. He can feel the soft indentation his teeth left on Pedro’s skin under his fingers.

Pedro doesn’t answer right away, but when he finally speaks, his voice is small and timid. “Yeah... I think so?”

Without another word, or even a backwards glance, Pedro opens the shower door, steps onto the marble floor, and walks away, leaving a trail of water behind him.

Oscar turns the water off and gets out of the shower. Standing in a growing puddle of water, he stares at the empty doorway, wondering what went wrong. Grabbing a towel, he quickly dries himself off, wraps it around his waist, and goes to look for Pedro, a dry towel in hand. It doesn’t take long to find him. Pedro is sitting on the edge of his bed, left hand massaging the back of his neck. He is still naked, water droplets glistening on his skin.

“Pedro, talk to me, baby. Where did you go?" Oscar drapes the dry towel over Pedro’s wet frame and sits down right next to him, searching his face for clues. Pedro sighs and turns toward him, pulling the towel tightly around him.

“I didn't want to say anything in the moment because it felt so good, but I think my neck may have gotten a little bent out of shape pushed against the glass like that," Pedro admits sheepishly.

“Ahh mi tigre, why didn't you speak up? You know I would never want to hurt you." Oscar's voice is soft with affection.

“I know, I know. I just didn't want to spoil the moment. I really didn't want you to stop! It felt so fucking good... I don't know,” he sighs in exasperation.

Oscar pauses and looks at him for a moment. "My Pedrito..." he sighs, "I want to do some truly depraved and brutal things with you, and I think you want that too... yes?" His voice turns darker, lower, coaxing.

“Mmm, absolutely!" Pedro agrees enthusiastically. "I do want that. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry." Pedro shakes his head, looking down again.

“No, no, that's my point!" Oscar says passionately, "I NEED you to speak up if something isn't working, or I'm hurting you in a way that you don't like. I can't go as hard as I want to with you if I'm not SURE that you will let me know when you need a break. Do you understand?"

“I think so. You mean like a safe word? I feel like I should just be able to 'use my words' like a grown-up and tell you if I need something. This is all just... very new to me," Pedro admits shyly.

“Hmm. Sometimes when you're so lost... in THIS..." Oscar reaches over and places a hand gently around Pedro's throat, not squeezing, but commanding every ounce of Pedro's attention. They stare at each other, delicious tension uncoiling between them. Pedro's breathing deepens and he finds himself lost in Oscar's unerring gaze. Oscar finally blinks and pulls back, moving his hand from Pedro's throat to the back of his neck. He starts massaging gently, and Pedro leans into his touch like a satisfied cat.

“Sometimes you need a safe word to reach for. Maybe even a few of them - one that means 'Yes, I love it, keep going,' one that means 'Take a break and check in,' and one that means 'Stop everything and let's snuggle.'"

“Yeah... I think I could do that," Pedro agrees. His voice is soft, but not timid. "That feels good."

“Corazón, I want to help work this kink out of your neck, why don't you lay down for me, right here." Pedro obeys, lying chest down on the bed with his head cradled on his arms. Oscar drapes the towel over Pedro’s wet torso and continues his gentle neck massage, running the fingers of his free hand through Pedro’s hair. “¿Te gusta, mi vida?” (Do you like it, my life?)

“Sigue, no pares,” he purrs softly. (go on, don't stop)

“Why don't you think about what you want them to be, and we can talk more tonight after the event. Okay?"

Pedro whispers, “Can you get away tonight and come back here? Please?"

"Yes, my love. This is important to me. I want to do this right." Oscar folds the towel down, leans in and plants soft kisses along Pedro's spine, making him shiver with delight.

"Thank you, Daddy."

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[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 2 - First Touch

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 2,333

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Events immediately follow Chapter 1. Pedro and Oscar make love for the first time. Oscar establishes a dominant role and Pedro assumes a submissive role.

Light from the city, the only source of illumination in the otherwise dark living room, filters in through floor to ceiling glass walls. Oscar finally lets go of Pedro, who turns to look out of the window. Oscar gazes into the pre-dawn, his eyes lingering on Pedro’s perfect silhouette. He quickly pulls his pants up, leaving the belt and zipper undone.

Moving to stand behind Pedro, kissing him softly on the neck, Oscar says “You were seriously fantastic baby. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you when I got… carried away, did I?”

Pedro turns to face Oscar, shakes his head and answers honestly,“No, Oscar, you didn’t hurt me. I do appreciate your asking though.”

Feeling relieved, Oscar rests his hands on Pedro’s hips. “Do you want to keep going? If you’re not comfortable we can end this here as an absolutely beautiful memory.”

“I want to continue… very much so.” Pedro takes Oscar by the hand and leads him down the hall towards the master bedroom. “Quiero todo lo que estés dispuesto a darme.” (I want everything you’re willing to give me.)

The dazzling city lights shine through another wall of almost solid glass, casting a soft glow in Pedro’s bedroom.

“More, hmm?” Oscar smirks. Standing in front of Pedro’s king size bed, Oscar leans in to give Pedro a soft kiss. “¿Qué deseas de mi?” (What do you desire from me?)

With a half smile that drives Oscar crazy, Pedro replies,“First… to get you out of these clothes.”

“No objections here,” Oscar says softly.

Pedro slowly unbuttons Oscar’s shirt, running his hands over every inch of the newly exposed expanses of Oscar’s chest and stomach, before finding their desired destination. Running his fingers along the waist of his boxers he pulls Oscar’s pants and underwear down. Oscar steps out of his clothes and kicks them aside. Shrugging out of his shirt, he tosses it onto the other discarded clothes. Leaning forward, he kisses Pedro passionately, delighting in the lingering taste of himself still on Pedro’s lips. His cock twitches in anticipation.

“Your turn.” Oscar efficiently undresses Pedro, taking a moment to admire the view of his naked body, his gaze slowly moving to Pedro’s half hard cock. “God, you’re more beautiful than I ever imagined. And trust me, I’ve given the subject a considerable amount of thought.”

They stand together, silent and naked, for several moments before Pedro finally speaks. “You’re everything I imagined and more.” Placing his hands on either side of Oscar’s face, he lets his fingers trail down Oscar’s neck, chest and stomach, coming to rest on his hips. His breathing is heavy with anticipation.

Oscar traces the line of Pedro’s bottom lip with his thumb “Tú y esos tus labios sensuales. Tus ojos de perrito tan llenos de brillante picardía. Te juro que podrías salirte siempre con la tuya.” (You and those pouty lips. Your puppy dog eyes, so full of sparkling mischief. I swear, you could get away with anything.) “There’s no need to be anxious, mi tigre.” Kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose he says softly, “You’re in complete control. I am but an instrument in your hands. Tell me what you desire, and I’ll make it happen.”

Feeling the tension rise within himself Pedro takes a deep breath. “Can we stay like this for just a minute longer?” he asks, burying his face into the crook of Oscar’s neck, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Of course. We can take this as slow as you want cariño.” Oscar wraps his arms around Pedro, pulling him close in a comforting embrace, inhaling his scent.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for so long… but now that it’s actually happening, I’m unbelievably thrilled, and also utterly terrified. I realize I have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” Pedro confesses.

Oscar peppers Pedro with gentle kisses, starting with his nose. Punctuating each word with a kiss and gentle smack on his ass, he tells Pedro “Don’t. Think. About. It. So. Much.” When he reaches the crook of Pedro’s neck he licks and sucks, eliciting soft moans from Pedro.

“Fuck, se siente tan bien,” (Fuck, that feels so good.) Pedro whispers, burying his hands in Oscar’s hair as several more moans escape his lips.

As Oscar’s lips move across Pedro’s clavicle he stops at his nipples, swirling his tongue around each in turn. His hands return to Pedro’s hips, pulling him tighter, ensuring Pedro can feel his arousal growing. “Tell me when to stop,” Oscar says, his breath hot against Pedro’s skin. Oscar continues to lay delicate kisses across the expanse of Pedro’s wide chest. After a few seconds of silence, Oscar says again, “Tell me when to stop…”

“Don’t… stop,” Pedro replies with a gasp as Oscar’s lips progress downward, stopping at his naval. “Don’t… ever…” he moans “fucking stop.” His breathing ragged, he moans, “Ahh, fuck.”

“Qué rico, mi Pedrito travieso.” (How delicious, my naughty Pedrito.) Oscar continues his exploration, following Pedro’s downy trail to its end. He gently palms Pedro’s length, stroking at a tantalizingly slow pace. Pedro whimpers softly at Oscar’s touch.

“You said you’ve been dreaming about this. In your dreams, what happens next? What is it you’ve been imagining doing with me?” Oscar’s intense gaze has Pedro transfixed as his hand continues slowly stroking Pedro’s cock.

“I don’t know if I can, um… say it out loud.” Pedro confesses. A soft moan escapes his lips when Oscar palms his now hard cock a little more aggressively.

Oscar stops his movements and narrows his eyes. His voice sharp, with an edge of command, he says “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

Pedro shivers with excitement and nerves. His voice soft with hesitation, he finally finds the voice to answer, “I want, um… you to fuck me.

Oscar inhales sharply.

“Mmmm, is that so? Siempre quise tocarte en lo más íntimo…tu culo me enloquece.” (I always wanted to touch you in the most intimate way… your ass drives me crazy.) “Turn around,” Oscar commands. Pedro does as instructed, now facing the glass wall. He blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the city lights below. One of Oscar’s hands still on Pedro’s cock, the other comes up possessively around his throat. Oscar bites Pedro’s shoulder lightly and resumes stroking his cock. Pedro moans loudly.

“Say it again.”

“I want…” Pedro inhales sharply, “need… I need you to fuck me, Daddy,” he says with more confidence and urgency.

“Mi tigre, ohhh, can you feel what that does to me?” Oscar rubs his own hard cock against Pedro’s ass, pinning him in place with one hand on his shoulder and the other wrapped around Pedro’s cock. Oscar’s hips buck, causing Pedro’s hand to hit the glass wall.

“Ohh, yes,” Pedro moans, pushing his ass back against him as Oscar positions his hips to grind his cock between Pedro’s cheeks.

“How does that feel, baby?” Oscar asks.

“Mmmm you feel incredible. I want more,” Pedro says, breathing heavily .

“Get on the bed.” Oscar releases his hold on Pedro and watches as he lays on the bed, looking back up at Oscar with a vulnerable expression of desire on his face.

“I’m guessing you keep some lube right next to the bed… here?” Oscar says as he looks through the nightstand drawer. “Ah, found it. Perfect for what I have in mind.” Oscar gets into bed next to him. Pinning Pedro’s wrist to the bed with one hand, Oscar leans over Pedro, kissing his neck. Oscar whispers in his ear, “Have you used this on yourself before? Pushed a finger or two inside, wishing it were my cock?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I have,” Pedro admits, groaning softly

“Show me.” Oscar hands him the bottle of lube. Pedro obediently opens it and rolls onto his side, facing Oscar. Pedro spreads some lube on his fingers before reaching back to rub it onto his hole in slow circles, moaning at the sensation. Oscar gazes at him, eyes half-closed with lust, and starts stroking his own cock at the sight of Pedro getting himself warmed up.

“Such a good boy for Daddy. How does that feel?”

Pedro moans and pushes one finger inside slowly. “It feels so good. And… tight. Can we go slow? Please?”

“Of course, mi amor. I would never hurt you,” Oscar reassures him in a soft tone at first, then his voice becomes a low purr. “Unless you begged me to.”

Pedro chuckles softly, and turns over to lay on his other side, facing away from Oscar. Oscar lays down behind him, wrapping one arm around Pedro’s chest. His hand resting on the spot he knows Pedro’s anxiety manifests, Oscar holds him closely for a few moments before he speaks again.

“I’ve dreamed about this too, you know. I always thought you would catch me staring at this perfect ass of yours. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten off thinking about fucking it.” Oscar grinds his cock against Pedro’s lubed asshole, sliding slowly between his cheeks. Pedro moans. Oscar grabs the lube and spreads some over his cock and more onto Pedro’s ass, before gently pushing two fingers inside.

“Ohh, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” he asks, slapping Pedro’s ass playfully.

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

Oscar removes his fingers and grabs his cock by the base, rubbing the tip of it against Pedro’s asshole.

“Relax, baby, that’s it,” Oscar says as he slides in, taking care not to move too quickly. The deeper he goes, the louder Pedro moans. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” Oscar moans as he slowly pushes deeper, inch by inch. Stopping momentarily, his cock half burried, Oscar asks, “are you okay, mi tigre?”

A loud gasp escapes Pedro’s lips, “Yes! That’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I love it. It makes me so… hard.” His body aching with desire, Pedro starts stroking his own cock as he’s getting fucked.

Oscar moans at the sight of Pedro stroking himself. “Ohh that’s it baby, stroke your cock for me while I fuck your tight ass.” Their breaths come out heavy and loud as Oscar starts to move his hips, fucking Pedro at a delightfully slow pace.

Pedro tentatively pushes his ass back a bit, allowing Oscar to penetrate deeper. “Si, papi, please. I want to take it all. I want every inch of you... every inch… inside of me. I wanna take it all.”

“Push your ass back against me… that’s it. Breathe, baby, relax. You’re almost there,” Oscar murmurs encouragingly.

Pedro whimpers and obeys, pushing his ass back until Oscar’s cock is fully embedded inside of him. One hand still stroking his cock, Pedro’s other hand grips the bed sheets tightly.

“Fuck, se siente tan bien!” (That feels so good!) Pedro moans and his hand that grips the sheets lets go and reaches behind him to grab at Oscar’s ass.

Oscar slides his left hand up Pedro’s chest, pulling him close, so his chest is pressing against Pedro’s back. They breathe together for a moment, holding still, before Oscar starts moving inside him again slowly, carefully.

“I want to take this nice and slow for you. You’re taking me so well, baby. You feel like silk around my cock.”

“I can take it! Please, fuck me Daddy!” Pedro groans with urgency.

Oscar eagerly complies, pulling back and driving into his ass.

“Oh god… yeah. Don’t hold back, give it to me! Daddy please. Daddy please,” Pedro begs softly.

“You feel so fucking good. I just want to slam into you. Tell me what you need, baby.” Oscar purrs as his thrusts come harder and faster.

“I need you to fuck my ass hard, Daddy. Fuck me, and cum inside me. Daddy please” Pedro whimpers desperately, stroking his cock faster, a sense of urgency driving him.

Oscar puts his lips next to Pedro’s ear. “Ohh no, amor, this time you’re cumming first. Keep stroking that beautiful cock for me while I fuck you.”

Pedro whimpers and obeys. The sensation of being completely filled while stroking himself is overwhelming, and Pedro moans loudly.

“Oh yeah, take it all baby,” Oscar croons softly.

“Yes…,” Pedro says, moaning with each thrust of Oscar’s hips.

“You sound so sexy when you make those sounds for me.”

“Oh fuck, I’m so close. Can I cum for you Daddy? Pedro asks, his voice soft and vulnerable.

“Oh that’s such a good little slut… I’m so close to cumming in your ass. I want to feel you pulse around me when you cum, baby. Come on, cum for Daddy,” Oscar says in an authoritative tone.

“Fuck,” Pedro breathes heavily a few moments later, griping the sheets, as his cum spurts onto the bed. His ass spasms hard around Oscar’s cock. The sight of Pedro cumming, and the sensation of Pedro’s pulsing around him, brings Oscar to his own climax.

“Oh god yes! Here it comes… take it, take all of Daddy’s cum in your ass.” Oscar slams into Pedro and pumps him full of cum.

Both pant heavily for a moment. Oscar holds onto Pedro tightly, kissing his shoulder and putting his cheek against Pedro’s back.

“You were incredible. Are you okay?” Oscar pulls back as Pedro looks over his shoulder. Oscar looks into Pedro’s eyes with a touch of concern.

“I’ve never felt so good in my life. It was even better than I imagined it could be,” Pedro replies as he turns around to snuggle into Oscar’s arms. Oscar sighs with contentment and runs his fingers through Pedro’s hair soothingly.

“For me, too. Eres mi mundo… te amo, Pedrito.” (You are my world, I love you.) Oscar says as he gently runs the tips of his fingers up and down Pedro’s spine.

“Yo también, Papi. Te amo.” (Me too, Daddy. I love you.) Pedro replies as he snuggles in closer to Oscar, laying his head upon Oscar’s chest. Their breathing slowly returning to normal they fall asleep in each other's arms, happy and spent.

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[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 1: First Taste

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1,230

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar return to Pedro’s home after an awards show after party. Emboldened by the beauty of an early morning in LA, and a little alcohol, they discover they have a mutual attraction.

Fumbling clumsily with the key, he finally manages to get it into the lock, engage the tumbler and unlock the door. It’s a few minutes after 1am, and he’s nursing a pleasant buzz. ‘They always have so much good booze at these awards after parties,’ he thinks as the door swings open into the dark space. Gesturing his guest inside, he closes the door behind himself. When Oscar enters, he’s immediately drawn to the floor to ceiling glass walls across the room. Pedro flips on the light.

“No, leave it off. The view of the city is amazing from here. Is that the Capitol Records building?” Oscar asks, gazing in awe upon the sparking lights of downtown LA. Pedro flips the light off. Walking across the room he stands beside Oscar, staring into the early morning haze.

“Yeah; there’s a castle about halfway between us, but you can’t see it when it’s dark.”

“A castle? Tell me you’re joking! You know what? Don’t. I know you’re telling the truth because this is LA, and LA can be fucking ridiculous,” Oscar says with a chuckle. Pedro laughs in response.

Oscar gazes at Pedro, taking him in from head to toe, his form backlit by the dazzling city.

“Your hair looks really nice tonight. Did you finally find a brush?”

"Oh, you know Coco won't let me leave the house without looking fabulous!" Pedro replies, growling playfully as he turns to face Oscar.

“But seriously, it looks amazing… you look amazing,” Oscar speaks softly. He runs his fingers gently through Pedro’s hair, then quickly kisses his cheek.

Pedro playfully slaps Oscar’s shoulder, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Come on, pendejo! Deja de ser pendejo.” (Come on, asshole! Stop being an asshole.)

“Come here,” Oscar says with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sir, I’m literally standing right beside you,” Pedro replies.

His tone husky, Oscar responds, “I’m serious. Come here.”

Oscar places his hands on Pedro’s hips and pulls him closer. Their bodies flush, Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and guides it to his cock, which is straining against his pants.

“Can you feel that?” he breathes into Pedro’s ear.

Pedro shudders at the heat of Oscar’s breath and audibly gasps as Oscar’s lips cover his own, swallowing any objections that may have spilled over. Pedro’s breath comes in heavy gasps as their kiss breaks.

“Are we really gonna do this?” Pedro whispers, hesitation clear in his tone. Seeing Oscar’s eyebrow arch he continues, “I mean, I want to! God, I want to so much… but only if you want to,” he quickly adds, his voice lowering in embarrassment at sounding over eager.

“I’ve fantasized about this for years, you know? But I was always afraid to make the first move. But seeing you tonight? Fuck.” Pedro says in a low voice, “I want you sooo fucking badly. I wanna feel the heat of your skin searing my flesh.”

“I think you can feel how much I want you to touch me, to wrap your lips around my aching cock…” Oscar says with a wicked smile. “Don’t be nervous, Daddy’s here.”

A moan escapes Pedro’s lips, “I wanna feel your cock sliding down my throat.”

Oscar slides his hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt. Unziping his pants, he lets them drop to his ankles. Eyes dark with desire, Oscar looks at Pedro.

“Te doy permiso para que te portes mal. Ponte de rodillas, wachito rico” (I give you permission to misbehave. Get on your knees handsome.)

Without hesitation, Pedro drops to his knees, his hands gently gripping the back of Oscar’s calves as he moves in closer. Once happy with his position, he runs his hands up the back of Oscar’s thighs, squeezing his ass briefly, before sliding his index fingers into the waistband of Oscar’s boxers. After a moment's hesitation he pulls them down. Oscar sucks in a breath and moans.

“Ahh, fuck,” Pedro says, staring at Oscar’s cock for several moments, licking his lips hungrily. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he tentatively takes only the tip into his mouth, clearly insecure about his movements, but still eager.

Sensing Pedro’s insecurities, Oscar gently caresses Pedro’s cheek, “Is mine the first, the only, one you’ve tasted?”

“Yes,” Pedro pants heavily.

Being Pedro’s first pleases Oscar more than he expects. A smile forming on his lips, Oscar replies softly, “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

Still panting and out of breath, Pedro replies, “Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Oscar says in a tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Daddy,” Pedro replies obediently.

Emboldened by Oscar's words and smile Pedro finally finds his confidence. Taking Oscar more deeply, his jaw slowly relaxes as he adjusts his speed. Oscar’s fingers clutch tightly in Pedro’s hair as he guides his lover's head forward and back on his cock.

“I’m going to mess up that beautiful fucking hair of yours to keep you exactly where I want you.” As Pedro’ finds his rhythm he reaches a hand up to cup Oscar’s balls, causing Oscar’s hips to buck. “You swear you’ve never done this before? Fuuuuck, you feel so good.”

When Pedro pulls away to answer, Oscar says, “I didn’t say you could stop.” Pedro takes Oscar’s cock into his mouth once more, sucking with greater enthusiasm. “Fuck, I’m getting close, mi tigre.” In a gasping breath Oscar asks, “Are you thirsty baby?”

A deep moan rumbles from inside Pedro’s chest, “Yes, Daddy, I’m sooo thirsty.”

Looking down into Pedro’s eyes, Oscar can see a smoldering desperation to please him there. “Do you want it all? Every last drop?”

Nodding eagerly, eyes locked on Oscar, Pedro shudders. His voice almost pleading, he answers, “Yes Daddy! All of it… in my mouth. All of it.”

The sound of need in Pedro’s voice makes Oscar buck his hips a little too enthusiastically, causing Pedro to gag and cough. Oscar pulls back, reading Pedro’s eyes for confirmation that he’s okay. “Oh shit!! I’m so sorry…but you can take it, can’t you?”

Pedro licks his lips, “Yes, god yes. I want… I want it so much.” He leans back down, his mouth back on Oscar’s cock. Sucking, hollowing out his cheeks to take Oscar deeper. His hand still on Oscar’s balls, squeezing and pulling, gently but firmly.

Oscar's body begins to tremble, his orgasm not far now. “Fuck! God, yes… I’m gonna… oh… yes.” Oscar’s hands grip tightly in Pedro’s hair as he thrusts himself into Pedro’s mouth, over and over again. With a few more thrusts, he lets go and cums, white hot spurts of his load shooting down Pedro’s throat. As Oscar’s thrusts come to an end he gently pulls out and drags a finger along Pedro’s lips to wipe away the glistening remnants of his cum.

“That was amazing. You were amazing,” Oscar says. Lifting his chin, Oscar leans down and kisses Pedro deeply, revealing in the taste of himself on his lover's lips.

Oscar offers his hand, helping Pedro to his feet. They stand silently for a few moments, smiling. Pedro gives Oscar a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you Daddy.”

Oscar slips his arms around Pedro’s waist, pulling him closer as he links his hands behind the small of Pedro’s back. “Por supuesto, mi tigre. Haría cualquier cosa por ti.” (Of course, my tiger. I would do anything for you.)

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