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Enzo’s gaze traveled from Ilon’s face, down his gorgeous body, and up to look into his eyes again. “How many times have you ‘remembered’ me or thought about me in the past five years?” He had a feeling Ilon would understand that he was inquiring about how frequently Ilon envisioned their more intimate moments together. He was not ashamed to admit that he had thought of them on multiple occasions. It was often difficult not to text or call Ilon. The one prevention of this is that he vowed to himself Ilon would never be a booty call. No matter how much he missed them and had needs to satisfy.

“You can be a brat another time.” He told Ilon softly. There were times when he welcomed Ilon being a brat. Knowing his former partner, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist himself. “I’m not above giving you a slap to the cock if you need to be reminded how to behave, baby.” Another thing he knew was that Ilon would find the prospect exhilarating.

Enzo couldn’t take his eyes off Ilon as they got settled onto the bed. This bed was insane. It would be perfect to satisfy their needs and curiosities. It just wasn’t something he expected to see so casually. Enzo moved to the bed, pausing to lean close and kiss Ilon again. This kiss was deeper, more fervent. It was a need after so many years apart. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He murmured against the other’s lips.

Satisfied, Enzo continued to get into position on his side. Hungry and needy, he wasted no time taking Ilon’s cock in hand and bringing it to his mouth. His lips wrapped firmly around the head as he began bobbing his head slowly. Right now he wanted to savor this and enjoy the familiar taste of Ilon.

ilondavid

The question surprised Ilon and made him pause as he chewed lightly on his lower lip and thought about how to answer it. More times than I can count. More times than I probably should have, considering we were broken up—even if it was amicable. "Often," Ilon admitted softly, they weren't going to lie to Enzo. Obviously, they both had been with others over the past five years; their switch needs demanded it, or they would be very sick. But no one came close to Enzo. "You're not someone that I can forget, Enzo," Ilon added. "How often have you thought about me?" Ilon figured it was fair to reciprocate the question, curious.

"Oh, I will," he responded happily, knowing that he only actually would if Enzo consented to it, but the switch hadn't seemed to change in that regard. There was no one Ilon enjoyed being a brat with more than Enzo; no one he felt safe being a brat with more than Enzo. At the mention of slapping his cock if needed, Ilon couldn't help but let out a breathy whine, knowing he would enjoy it immensely if Enzo did. Just the thought made him want to misbehave. How he had missed this, just how effortless it was between them, and they seemed to be picking it up as if no time had passed.

Ilon couldn't help but keep his eyes on Enzo as the other switch made his way onto the bed, his eyes trailing slowly over the beautiful body before him. It wasn't a surprise to Ilon that Enzo took care of himself; the two had met at the gym working out after all, but Enzo looked even more stunning than Ilon's memory had recalled. The smoothness of his skin, the tone of his well-defined muscles—Ilon wanted to explore it all. Maybe if they did this again, they could do some body worship, because Enzo's body deserved to be worshipped. The kiss caught Ilon off guard, but they moaned into it happily, eagerly matching Enzo's desire. "You better let me cum tonight. Not letting me cum would be cruel." Ilon knew he wasn't begging or even asking nicely, but that time would come. He was so horny they didn't even stop to think how demanding they were being.

"Fuck!" Ilon exclaimed in a hiss at the sudden pleasure of Enzo's lips around his cock and could feel it hardening even more. The other switch was clearly not wasting any time. The firm, warm, wet pressure brought him so much pleasure, and knowing that it was Enzo only heightened it. Ilon was so aroused, so horny, it took him a moment to regain his composure and take Enzo's cock into his own mouth. One hand moved to wrap around the base of the shaft; the other moved to run over the smooth skin of Enzo's hip before it moved to play with Enzo's balls. Ilon grunted softly around the cock in his mouth.

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enzoacosta

It didn't surprise Enzo that Ilon was pushing boundaries with their physical intimacy. This was something he was used to and had come to expect. Enzo knew all too well how bratty Ilon could be and he loved him more for it. "It sounds to me you believe you have all the power." While it was true that with Enzo's cock in his mouth he did have some power, Ilon didn't have it all. "I'll have to remind you what happens when you misbehave. I know you might not remember how I can punish you." His tone dropped to be lower and sexier when he said that. If it was a bad kind of punishment, there may have been foreboding evident in his tone but this was just some fun.

For a brief moment Enzo wondered if Ilon felt the same way he did. The answer was received loud and clear when he felt the warmth of Ilon's mouth on his. Kissing him felt comforting, familiar, and most of all, like coming home. It was a wonder he had managed not to this whole time. It didn't occur to him what a big milestone it was for them before now. Their last kiss was bittersweet and this one was just sweet. It would have been tempting to deepen it and get lost in this intimacy but they still had goals to reach.

Enjoyment was allowed a little longer before Enzo finally broke the kiss. "Get in the position I want you, baby." He whispered close to Ilon's lips. "If you resist, I might think you don't want me stretching your pretty hole and wrapping my mouth around your cock." He reached down, fingers grazing Ilon's shaft. "I can feel how hard you are for me." He reminded him softly.

ilondavid

Ilon couldn't help the smirk on their lips or the twinkle in their eye as they listened to Enzo speak. "I remember," they replied simply. He recognized the tone in Enzo's voice; there was a distinction between Enzo being prepared to handle them and something that genuinely was a punishment. Even after all this time, it still felt easy for Ilon to recognize. No one had handled Ilon like Enzo since the other switch had left Boston. Yes, Ilon knew that they definitely needed to have a more in-depth conversation if this was going to happen again, but for now, it just felt so good to Ilon to let some of their brattiness out and know that Enzo would handle it, that Enzo enjoyed handling it.

This feels so right, thought Ilon as they kissed. Ilon got lost in the warm, wet sensation of Enzo's lips on theirs and only pulled back when Enzo did. He grinned at the order and at the thought of what was to come. His breath hitched for a moment, and he felt the soft touch of Enzo's hand on his cock. "I'm not going to resist," Ilon said matter-of-factly. Nope. No way. Definitely not a time to resist.

Ilon turned and crawled onto the bed without hesitation, his eagerness evident. He lay down on his side, making himself comfortable as he watched Enzo join him.

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enzoacosta

After so much time apart, Enzo was feeling an unfamiliar greediness. The last time he could remember feeling anything even sort of similar was when they were younger and a couple. Patience had been exercised on multiple occasions. They could play and tease. Not this time. He was attempting to do the bare minimum necessary so that they could both enjoy the main event he knew they both really wanted and needed right now. If this happened again and, admittedly, he hoped it did, then they could slow it down more.

"No." He whispered in response to Ilon's recommendations. There was nothing wrong with them. Neither sounded satisfactory enough for their goals. "69." He responded. This way he had access to Ilon's ass and they could pleasure each other too. "Just don't make me cum with your mouth. I know you, Ilon. I know how tempted you are." Just because he could. He needed to stretch Ilon's hole and get them ready and them fill them with his cock. Nothing else would suffice.

Still gripping onto Ilon's hair, Enzo used it to try to pull the other up. "I think there is something I'm long overdue giving you, Ilon." He murmured, looking at his former partner's lips. Just from that alone, he had a feeling Ilon would understand what he was getting at.

ilondavid

Ilon wasn't bothered when Enzo said no; the other's chosen position had occurred to him, but Ilon was trying not to be too bratty, and they knew they would be tempted. They smirked as they looked at Enzo and tisked softly, amused. Enzo knew them so well—their behavior, their body. "What will you do if I don't listen?" he said, eyes locked on Enzo. Would it be stupid not to listen when his whole body was exposed to Enzo in that position? Probably. But they both knew how tempted Ilon would be. Besides, even though it had been five years, there was no doubt in Ilon's mind that Enzo would correct him if Ilon tried to make him cum before Enzo fucked him.

The tugging on his hair sent pain to his scalp, and Ilon was moving to stand before he'd even processed Enzo's statement. "I think I'm overdue to give you something," Ilon replied and licked their lips before they leaned in to kiss Enzo. Patience was not a strong suit of Iloon's. One hand moved to rest on Enzo's cheek as his lips enjoyed the touch, the taste of Enzo. So many emotions swirled through Ilon's head: joy, giddiness, desire, and safety, but the main one was just how right this felt.

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enzoacosta

"Pfft, stealing my words." Enzo teased, both tone and expression conveying that he didn't mind Ilon utilizing the same works back to him. "I suppose you should consider that you could see more if with me staying here." If Ilon wanted. Just because they missed each other and seemed to be picking up from where they left off didn't mean that this would actually be a repeat occurrence. It didn't mean that they would become anything more than friends. It was a discussion they could have later, if events didn't naturally dictate their path.

All he could think about was Ilon. How good Ilon felt and how it seemed Ilon still had what he liked memorized after all of these years. His moans were soft, just loud enough for Ilon to hear. He wanted his former partner to know he was enjoying himself but didn't feel the need to amplify his sounds too much. "Missed you." He moaned out softly. It was among the few things he was capable of thinking right now.

Communication between the two had always been near flawless. Now was no exception. Enzo knew exactly what Ilon was attempting to convey with the tap to his hip. "What..." he swallowed hard. "What position do you want me to get your ass ready in?" He really couldn't wait much longer to feel the mesmerizing warmth and tightness that was Ilon's ass. His fingers curled into Ilon's hair and he used the grasp to pull Ilon's mouth off his cock. "You can't answer if your mouth is full of big cock, baby." Enzo said with a playful grin.

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Ilon couldn't help but smirk as Enzo spoke. It was easily clear to them that Enzo didn't mind that they had said the same thing back. It was true, Ilon realized, that they could see a lot more of Enzo's body with him staying here. Ilon had agreed to the two of them staying in his apartment, but aside from needing to get things for Charlotte, not a lot had crossed his mind about what that would actually mean. If things continued, he didn't think he would mind seeing more of Enzo regularly, not at all.

The soft moans that came from Enzo hit Ilon more emotionally than the switch had been prepared for. Knowing that his former partner was enjoying it, wanting it, wanting him after all the time that had passed. It really made Ilon feel like no time at all had passed between them, certainly not five years.

When the question came, Ilon hummed around the cock in his mouth and then made a soft whine in protest as Enzo's hand fisted in his hair and pulled him off. The slight pain was enjoyable as Ilon panted and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. A part of Ilon didn't want to stop blowing Enzo, afraid he would wake up, and this would all be some kind of dream. The other part of him desperately wanted Enzo to stretch him and fill their hole again. It felt like it took his brain a moment to think. "I—I don't care. Over your lap, face down, ass up," they shrugged, realizing they had suggested positions where he couldn't blow Enzo while it happened, but Ilon also kind of thought if they continued, he might try to get Enzo off with just his mouth anyway. If Enzo didn't want either of those options, Ilon trusted he would say so.

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enzoacosta

Anticipation was very quickly growing for Enzo. Even in this moment it was amazing to him that five years had passed and yet, their bodies and their minds didn't behave as though any time had passed. It really went to show that no matter how many miles were between them, no matter who may have wandered in and out of their lives, they would always belong to each other. It really made sense that out of everyone in Boston, the person he felt safest, the most at home with, was Ilon.

"I missed seeing you naked." He admitted softly. Over the years, he had collected some sexy content of Ilon. After his initial move, he would admire it. After a while, it hurt to look at Ilon and know he didn't have him anymore, so Enzo tucked it away. Now his man was bare to him and he knew he was going to get to have him. There was nothing in this world he wanted more.

Freedom for his cock felt amazing. A breath of relief fell from his lips and his shoulders sagged in relief. His pants had never felt more like a prison. "Fuck, Ilon." Enzo moved out as soon he felt the perfect warmth of Ilon's mouth. "I missed you so much." Not just his mouth but also him too. Maybe that admission wasn't one he should have made, but he really couldn't contain it. His hand moved to cradle the back of Ilon's hair and he gently rubbed at the nape of his neck. "I won't be patient for long." He warned softly. "I need to fuck you, Ilon." There would be other times for all of their fun and games. His body was screaming for his cock to be buried inside of Ilon.

"You feel so good." He moaned out. The deeper Ilon took his cock into his mouth, the harder it was to speak. The moans were taking over and his brain was blanking. "Fuck." He moaned in response to feeling deep into Ilon's mouth. It was perfect.

ilondavid

If Ilon was someone who believed in fate, he may have thought it was fate that brought Enzo back to him. It felt like fate. As someone who grew up in Boston and had family and older friends who probably still lived in Boston—of whom Ilon considered himself one—it said something that Enzo had found his way to Ilon's door out of the choices he'd had. Right now, Ilon wasn't going to let his brain dwell on just what they were exactly; that was for another time. Right now, they just wanted to enjoy the moment with Enzo.

Ilon couldn't keep the smirk off his face at Enzo's comment, 'I missed seeing you naked," he replied. Maybe it was corny to repeat the same thing back, but it was the truth. Ilon had lost track of the times he'd thought about Enzo, about something they did, a scene they did, seeing things that reminded Ilon of Enzo, hurt him sometimes. Made him question whether they should have gone with Enzo to stay together. Ilon hadn't had a romantic relationship since Enzo had left; he hadn't tried to, if they were being honest.

The breath Enzo let out made Ilon happy that the switch was relaxing. Enzo had had so much stress in his life lately by the sound of it, it made Ilon happy to be able to do something to help him relax. A part of Ilon wanted to remove their head and tell Enzo that he'd missd him too, because Ilon had, very much, but Ilon hummed around Enzo's cock instead and hoped that the other would understand. Ilon had a feeling he didn't need to use words, that Enzo knew. Ilon felt their body relax as Enzo rubbed the back of their neck. Enzo's touch always had relaxed him, calmed them.

One hand moved to rest on Enzo's hip, the other held the base of Enzo's cock. Ilon bobbed his head, breathing through his nose as he did, enjoying the scent of Enzo. Everything about him was calming to Ilon. They groaned again around the cock and looked up at Enzo. As he did, Ilon's hand moved to tap Enzo's hip. If the other truly was impatient to fuck him, of which Ilon had no objections, they should maybe move to a different position so he can prep Ilon's ass while Ilon sucks him? Would Enzo understand his nonverbal meaning after all this time?

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enzoacosta

No one had called Enzo sir in such a long time. Hearing the word made him pause as he absorbed it. Almost immediately, images of pushing Ilon down onto his knees and Ilon looking up at him with pleading eyes came to memory. His sometimes obedient little brat. “You’re so good for me when you want to be, baby.” He cooed at him gently. “If you continue to make me happy, maybe I’ll reward you with anything you want.” He had yet to hear everything Ilon wanted. Right now, he knew Ilon wanted the tender lovemaking they used to enjoy. He had missed it too.

“Can you be good for me?” He sounded amused. Enzo did want those beautiful, pouty lips around his cock. But first, there was something he wanted to do first. “Stay.” He instructed as he moved down to his knees behind Ilon. His hand still held Ilon’s wrists, but gentler now. His tongue darted out to run teasingly along the right ass cheek he had been spanking. “You taste so good.” He murmured against his skin. “You still taste like mine.”

He removed his hand from holding Ilon’s wrists. “Stay.” He instructed again. The finger that had been momentarily used to tease Ilon’s hole was once again pressed between his cheeks. As soon as he felt the hole again, Enzo gasped softly in anticipation. No preparation had been done yet, and still, he slowly, experimentally, pushed his finger into Ilon. As soon as he did, he could feel how tight he was. “Fuck.” He breathed out. His cock was twitching with need. “Okay.” He said, partially to steady himself. It took a moment but he removed his finger and then stood up. “Sit, Ilon.” He murmured. “You know what I want.”

ilondavid

The praise made Ilon smile. They really could be good if they wanted to be. Did Ilon enjoy being a brat and earning funishment? Absolutely. But he also enjoyed being good, the softer times that he and Enzo had had. It was like their dominance and submission were on a sliding scale; sometimes it was softer, sometimes it was firmer, and they read each other so well. That bit didn't seem to have changed, even after five years. What Enzo said was even more motivation for Ilon to be good, and he didn't even know what they really wanted besides the lovemaking and being allowed to orgasm, but Ilon didn't get the vibe that Enzo was in the mood to completely deny him anyway.

At the question, Ilon's head nodded, and they felt Enzo shifting behind him. Ilon gasped as he felt the warm, wet sensation of Enzo's tongue on his ass. He could feel Enzo's warm breath on his skin as the other switch spoke. All yours, Ilon thought, but didn't voice it at that moment. A part of them was focused on not moving, on behaving like they said they would.

Ilon felt the hand release his wrists and heard the "stay" command again. In a different time, he would have made a remark about being told to stay like a dog, but at that moment, they held it in. Ilon felt the finger press at his hole again, and he breathed heavily as he thought to himself. Stay still, stay still. As the finger pressed past the ring of resistance, Ilon let out a needy whine, and their whole body tensed up in an effort to remember that they needed to stay still, making their hole clench around the finger even more. Ilon couldn't get the thought of Enzo stretching him and filling him out of their head. How wonderful it would feel, how much they needed it. Against the bed, Ilon's lips pouted slightly when the finger left their hole.

At the command, Ilon straightened himself up, his cock hard, and it twitched as they moved. As he turned, Ilon kicked off his sweatpants that had pooled around their feet and sat on the bed. Ilon's eyes ran over Enzo's body hungrily for a moment, and his hands moved to Enzo's pants. As he got the switch's cock free, Ilon smiled and licked their lips excitedly. Without hesitation, they leaned forward and took the head of Enzo's cock into their mouth, and one hand rested at the base. Ilon inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of Enzo in his nose and the taste of him in his mouth, taking a moment to savor it after so long. Then he slowly worked his way down the length until he took all that he could, focused on relaxing and not gagging.

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enzoacosta

Now that he had begun thinking about stretching and filling Ilon’s hole, he couldn’t stop. After all this time, this was a particular test of his restraint. Now that he had seen the bed and become so physically close to Ilon, he wanted him desperately. He laughed softly. “At the time, no. Now, however, you have the next two days off, that’s plenty of time to retrain your ass to remember my cock.” He made a pleased sound. “You’ll be sore when you go back to work if I have my way.” He could see through the brattiness and see the sweetness. “Baby, I was playing multiple positions. I haven’t had this ass in five years. I’m hungry.” He groaned softly thinking about it. “I want you on all fours. I want you to bounce on it. And I want you on your back.” He wanted to be able to kiss him, something he still had not done, and simply enjoy him. The way they would when they wanted it to be sweeter.

Enzo’s eyes scanned over Ilon’s body as they spoke. He chuckled softly. “You don’t? Don’t worry, baby. I’ll have you moaning, telling me how much you missed my cock.” He knew he missed Ilon. Them as a person, of course, but also their holes. How perfectly they always took him. Their bodies always felt so in sync. He was proud of Ilon for finally coming around. He could be quite the brat. Sometimes it needed to be spanked out of him, other times fucked.

“I’m not feeling very patient tonight.” He warned. This was more to explain that he didn’t want to do much teasing. There were times he loved it. Five years had been enough of a tease. His hand moved across Ilon’s other ass cheek, which he gave a soft squish to before giving it a harder spank. “Is your hole quivering for me, baby?” He asked softly. A show of his impatience, with the same hand that had just been spanking Ilon, he moved his index finger between Ilon’s cheeks and gently teasing the hole in a circular motion. His grip on Ilon’s wrist tightened. “If I let you go, you’re going to move to sitting, and you’re going to taste my cock.” He was aching for it. “Do you understand?”

ilondavid

A low moan left Ilon's lips before he could even think to stop it. Without a doubt, that was absolutely something they knew Enzo would follow through on. Ilon loved it all, the pleasure, the pain, knowing that he'd given control of that to Enzo—and if this continued, it seemed as though he would be giving that control to the other switch again. And if Enzo got his way, Ilon knew that the other switch wouldn't just stop at stretching Ilon's hole for his cock; he would do more and stretch further. He really thought that that was one of Enzo's favorite kinks, or at least it had been. The different positions ran through his head, and Ilon nodded. He also liked it when Enzo called him baby. Ilon bit his bottom lip in anticipation as he thought about Enzo's words and knew that he would be telling Enzo how much he missed him—and his cock—tomorrow.

Ilon took the warning in two ways. One that Enzo was not feeling like doing a bunch of teasing, as he often did. And two, that it was also telling Ilon not to be as much of a brat. Even though Ilon knew Enzo enjoyed it—and that clearly hadn't changed—sometimes they both dialed it back for one reason or another. Ilon moaned as he felt Enzo's fingers squeeze his ass cheeks, and he gasped as the spank sent another wave of wonderful pain through him. It took a moment for Ilon to compose himself enough to respond, "Yes, Sir." It was the first time that Ilon had used a title that evening. Ilon tried to push back into the finger at his hole. They knew that Enzo would feel how tight he was at some point, but Ilon was also feeling impatient and wanted to be stretched now. "I-I understand. I can be good when I want to be," he exclaimed, and wondered if he was good, would Enzo call him a good boy or a good tiger? It wasn't lost on Ilon that Enzo had touched his ass, and they were about to have Enzo's cock in their mouth, and the two had yet to even kiss.

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enzoacosta

Enzo let out a sound of mock disappointment. “Maybe I was hoping your body had forgotten some things. You know I have always loved to train it.” His gaze roved over Ilon as though he was taking them in. “If I really wanted to push you to your limit, I could make you take me and one of your toys.” Depending on the girth of the toy, he really didn’t know if Ilon’s hole could handle it. He loved to watch him filled. Seeing Ilon stretched beyond what they thought was the limit and moaning and leaking all over was always so fucking hot. “Maybe I don’t want you just on your back tonight, baby.” He breathed out. His gaze had darkened. Exhaustion was being pushed aside and lust was taking over.

“Absence doesn’t really make the heart grow fonder then, does it? You used to love how I held you.” Enzo was just giving him shit. It was so easy to do. Part of their relationship was gently poking at each other metaphorically. The actual poking usually wasn’t gentle. He sucked in a soft breath. “You never will be either.” It wasn’t a command or anything. If after all this time, with all of this distance, they still belonged to each other, he knew they could never belong to anyone else. Anyone else who came across their respective paths was temporary.

Ilon’s bratty side had always been attractive. This time was no different. “If I want to create a road map of me all over your body, then I will, Ilon. There is nothing you can do about it. You’ll take it and you’ll be happy about it.” It was both a warning and a promise. “No?” He parroted, sounding incredulous. “I’m pretty sure the last time I fucked you, you were telling me how much you’d miss my cock.” Before he went to New York City to start his journey. One hand remained on Ilon’s ‘handcuffed’ hands, and the other moved to pull Ilon’s pants down. Not too far but far enough to expose his ass. His hand moved over the soft, perfect skin, taking him in. His ass was somehow even better than it was five years ago. A testing spank was given to his right cheek. “You didn’t miss my cock?” He asked again, just loud enough for Ilon to hear. “So are you telling me you don’t want to see it? Or taste it? Or feel it buried in your bratty, tight ass?” His hand moved over the cheek he had just spanked. Another spank was given. This one was definitely less kind than the last.

ilondavid

They hummed softly in response, not willing to actually admit that Enzo would have some retraining to do. The other switch would find out eventually, Ilon thought. Enzo was well endowed; Ilon remembered that very well. Iln couldn't think of any fuck he'd had in the last five years that matched Enzo. If the switch did fuck him, Ilon was sure he would be feeling it tomorrow. "Is that why you wanted to know if I work tomorrow? So you can wreck my ass so that I can't even walk straight?" they said playfully with a smirk. "Fine, but if you fuck me from behind, you have to fuck me again on my back," Ilon said matter-of-factly. He knew that comment could be seen as bratty, but they didn't care. If Enzo was going to fuck him, not facing him, then Ilon wanted a second that was facing him so he could look at Enzo. Slow, sensual lovemaking. After five years, he deserved that, didn't he?

I still do, Ilon thought in their head, but didn't say out loud. Ilon didn't think Enzo was being serious and knew if anything happened, Enzo would see that it wasn't true afterward when Ilon turned clingy and wanted the contact. When the brattiness had been fucked out of him for the evening. Ilon's breath hitched at that statement. It wasn't the jabbing they had been doing; it was sweet, honest. Ilon didn't take that as an order or Enzo telling him what to do, but as a promise. As Enzo saying he wasn't going to leave again, and Ilon wouldn't need to find someone else.

Ilon smiled against the mattress at the thought of having a roadmap of tonight on their body tomorrow. He'd probably look at the marks a lot. Ilon laughed. "Are you sure about that? I don't remember that," they teased, knowing it wasn't true. Ilon had said that he'd miss Enzo's cock, and Enzo. And they had thought about Enzo and his cock over the last five years; he'd even masturbated to the thought of it. Ilon felt the cool air on his ass and groaned softly as a light smack landed on his ass cheek; the sound filled his ears, and pain registered. Between Enzo's size and strength, no one spanked like Enzo, at least not in Ilon's mind. They could feel their own cock hardening. Before they could think of something witty to say, the second spank came. Ilon felt the wonderful sting radiate on his ass, the warmth building there, and the feel of Enzo's hand. "Fuck!" Ilon groaned out and tried to squirm. "Yes," he relented. He wanted Enzo to let him taste it, see it, and feel it in his ass. Ilon didn't want to be too much of a brat and have Enzo say no. "Please."

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enzoacosta

Enzo laughed softly. “I should have known you would never tell me your plan, you mastermind.” He didn’t actually think they would harass each other in the event they were in bunk beds for some reason. “If you were sleeping beside me in the cabin, I would have to tickle you to drive you crazy.” He teased. It was debatable whether or not he would actually do this. For some reason, it made him a little nervous to mention them sharing a bed while camping. It was like more of an intentional decision. They could sleep apart, but decided on one bed instead.

“What do you think, Ilon? He asked, voice lower, tone softer. “After all this time, does your body remember mine? Would you open and take all of me, or would you need me to take it slow for you? You know I can do either.” There were times when he was happy to take his time prior to fucking Ilon. Even during. There were other times where he absolutely needed his former partner. Desire and impatience did sometimes take over. He always made sure Ilon’s body could handle anything he did. “Are you keeping me on my toes, or is it how I keep you on your back?” He asked, a brow slightly quirked upward as he smirked at him.

“Maybe. If I chained you up while you slept, I might not be able to hold you the way I like.” It occurred to him then that he was basically implying that he would be holding Ilon the way he used to. That was probably pretty forward of him. He nodded slowly, as though accepting the response offered by Ilon. He swallowed a little hard. “I have never been anyone’s but yours, Ilon.” He assured him softly. No matter how much time passed. It was this person who he had always loved. It was probably why getting acquainted with each other again was so easy.

Enzo had no problem ‘fighting’ with Ilon if he wanted to fight against restraint. “Baby, if you want to be marked, just say so. Do you really want to see my hand marks around your wrists tomorrow?” If he knew anything about Ilon, and he knew plenty, they would love looking at those marks. He moved closer to the bed, spinning Ilon, even if there was restraint on Ilon’s part, and pushing him face down onto it. His hips pressed forward, his hardening cock pressing against Ilon’s voluptuous ass. “Do you miss it?” He asked, tone that same deeper, darker one he used when they got like this.

ilondavid

Ilon couldn't help but laugh with Enzo. The image of sharing a bed with Enzo, of being tickled, knowing that it would make Ilon squirm beneath him, made Ilon smile. He couldn't deny that he wanted that. After five years, it was like they were falling right back into things without skipping a beat.

He thought about it for a moment. His body clearly remembered Enzo in some aspects, but no one had fucked him in a while; no one had enjoyed stretching his ass the way that Enzo had. Ilon loved thinking that something was not going to fit, only to have Enzo tell him it would. To feel the slight sting of pain as his hole stretched in just the right way and it slid into his ass, just like Enzo said it would. Both the rough, passionate sex and the slow, sensual lovemaking had always been exquisite. Ilon enjoyed both for different reasons. They hummed softly. "My body remembers you. Why don't you find out for yourself?" they replied. Ilon knew they were not as open as when Enzo had regularly fucked him and trained his ass, but he would enjoy it either way. "Both," they replied and returned the smirk.

"I like how you used to hold me," Ilon admitted. It made him feel safe and helped him relax. Ilon would be lying if he said he hadn't missed it over these last five years; he would be lying if he said he didn't want it now. "I haven't been anyone's but yours, either," he confessed softly. Sure, Ilon had had play partners and clients, but no one had ever made him feel like Enzo. He hadn't had a serious relationship with anyone else in the five years since Enzo left. Hadn't even tried to really.

Ilon smirked. They both knew he wanted to see marks on his skin the next day, to be able to feel a reminder of their time tonight. "I don't know, do you think you can actually mark me, or are you all talk?" they teased. Ilon knew they were playing with fire, teasing Enzo like this would absolutely mean he'd be feeling it tomorrow, in the best possible way. Ilon gasped and moaned as Enzo spun him around and pushed him down. Ilon didn't even fight; it had caught him too off guard. The cool feeling of the blankets under his chest registered for a moment before the feeling of Enzo's cock pressing against his ass through his sweatpants made him smirk. "No," they replied, knowing it wasn't true, and wiggled their ass in response, wanting more.

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

enzoacosta

It didn’t surprise Enzo that the RV idea had been more of a quick thought bubble than anything else. “Maybe someday you can revisit it. I feel like a lot of people purchase RVs when they’re ready for retirement.” Or when they had families they wanted to travel with. “You could always get one of those vans. You know the ones people refurbish and live out of.” Not that he was implying Ilon would live out of a van. He could use it for camping. That, or a small trailer. He laughed. “What would you do?” While he knew this was all a joke, he did wonder what Ilon would come up with.

“It depends on if I need to remind your body how to take me.” It was something he had done once their relationship and trust was well established. Trust was still there for Ilon. They were the safest person he knew. The two of them knew when to push the limit and when to err on the side of caution. “I know you.” He said both as assurance and a reminder. Five years could pass, ten, and he’d still always know Ilon. “I’m sure after all this time you have days when you want to be pinned down and ravaged and days you want to be softly kissed, licked, and worshipped.” As he spoke, his voice dropped a little lower, words coming slower.

Enzo chuckled softly. “Does being chained to your bed help with REM?” They may have been drifting deeper into flirty territory, sexual even, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t joke too. One thing he couldn’t predict was Ilon’s actions. He was surprised when Ilon’s mouth latched onto his skin. A soft moan passing his lips. Time to mark him was permitted. When he moved back, it was just to change angle. Enzo leaned in, nose gently nudging Ilon’s as he closed most of the distance. “Still yours?” He asked softly. No one else had been allowed to mark him. It was a way of claiming someone in his eyes. He hadn’t belonged to anyone except Ilon.

This all served as a distraction. Realizing himself, he moved Ilon’s other arm behind his back and used his own body weight to move Ilon closer to the bed. “You tried to distract me.” He smirked a little. “I really should spank you for that.” He didn’t think Ilon was being bratty with the marking, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t pretend.

ilondavid

Their head nodded as Enzo spoke, that was probably a good idea. A camping van was an interesting option and definitely something that he would think about. Either way, the thought of being in the cabin with Enzo made him feel butterflies in his stomach. It would be perfect, Ilon thought. "I don't know," they admitted and continued, "but, even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you because then you'd be prepared." When they had a more solidified cabin plan, Ilon knew they would think of something. When they were together, Ilon always liked to keep Enzo on his toes.

Ilon knew they weren't hiding their desire for that from their face, and Ilon didn't care. "Maybe you do," Ilon teased playfully, while in their head, they couldn't help but think about Enzo doing it, just as he had before, and Ilon wanted it. In truth, he probably needed it. It had been a while since he'd had anything in his ass. No plugs, dildos, or cocks. Most of his scenes with play partners or clients were either nonsexual or they had used his cock, or Ilon had been topping. Ilon did know that Enzo knew him very well, but he didn't know about Ilon's middle/little side. Would he hate it when Ilon told him? Would it even be something the other switch was into at all? Ilon tried to think if anything like that had come up between them before, and he couldn't recall. The tone change wasn't lost on Ilon, and they let out a low moan and bit their lip. "Gotta keep you on your toes."

"I don't know, maybe we should find out sometime?" they said and raised an eyebrow. "You always acted like a human restraint, and it was nice," they admitted. Ilon smirked against Enzo's skin at the moan. For a moment, he expected to feel Enzo's free hand in his hair, pulling him off. But the switch let him continue, so Ilon did. Ilon licked the spot lightly before Enzo pulled back, then he was touching Ilon's nose with his own. Ilon felt vulnerable as he replied, "Yes," his tone breathy. He'd wanted Enzo to be, even during the last five years; Enzo never left his mind. And if Enzo hadn't wanted him to mark him, he would have said so and stopped Ilon. Ilon knew it was something Enzo didn't let most people do, and it wasn't something Ilon did with casual partners.

"Hey," Ilon protested as Enzo took control of his other arm and guided him back toward the bed. Ilon's arms tightened, and he tried to move them from the cuff position. "I did. It worked for a little bit," he replied with a smirk. "I figured it was only fair; if you're marking my ass with your hand, I should mark something on you too." They stuck out their tongue playfully.

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

enzoacosta

“One of those would be nice too. Would you keep it at an off season campground?” Boston really was not the best place to store one. Keeping it elsewhere sounded like it could get costly pretty quickly. “Maybe when we go go camping, we can get bunk beds and I can harass you from the top bunk.” This was just a joke. He realized then that when he was imagining them going camping, he was imagining them sharing a bed and Charlotte having her own.

Enzo was quiet a moment. As though he was thinking. He wasn’t. Exactly what he wanted to say was on his mind. “There are other ways to train you, Ilon. Need I remind you there are…certain ways to train parts of your body. Or has it been so long that you have forgotten about that?” In this case, he was referencing training plugs of various sizes. He smiled, fondly remembering their relationship. “Sometimes you needed a stern hand and sometimes you just needed to be caressed.” He always felt like was pretty good at reading Ilon. “Maybe I’ll do it then. If you’re good. Maybe if you’re not good.” He gave a nonchalant shrug. He did not expect them to slip right back into this dynamic at all.

There was something enticing in the come here gesture. Enzo rose from his perch and followed, almost obediently, to the bedroom. As he took it in, he noticed that most of this room simply felt very Ilon. Exactly what he would expect from his former partner. One thing he didn’t expect was the bed. He had been imagining a regular bed that could be found in any household. Not this. “I see you invested in your sleep.” He remarked, knowing full well none of these embellishments on the bed were meant for sleeping.

His gaze remained trained on Ilon as they removed their shirt. This was not what he came here for. It was a welcome surprise. Knowing how in sync they were, he knew he didn’t need to explain what happened between them to Ilon. The shift. As he listened, he removed his own shirt. Ilon’s body was as perfect as he remembered. A little stronger looking, even. His gaze drifted to the desert, just long enough to observe the contents before looking at Ilon again. He looked Ilon up and down, taking note of the brattiness. He reached forward and took hold of one of Ilon’s arms, moving it behind the other’s back like a handcuffing motion. “Get into that bed, Ilon.” He instructed. “If you don’t listen, I’ll be forced to spank you.” His tone made it clear he wanted to be defied.

ilondavid

Ilon shrugged. "I haven't really thought about that," he said. Ilon's RV thought process had pretty much been: an RV would be cool, and so he looked some up online and thought about saving up money for one, but he had not thought long-term about where he would keep it or how he would store it. Ilon laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure I'll be harassing you from the top bunk."

The groan that left Ilon's lips slipped out before they could even stop it. Fuck. Ilon definitely had not forgotten about that, but they said, "Maybe you should remind me," with a twinkle in their eye. They had loved how Enzo had trained their ass, making them stretch around bigger plugs because Enzo wanted him to. It had been so long since anyone had played with their ass like that; hell, it had been a while since anyone had fucked his ass. "You're not wrong," Ilon said with a light laugh. Sometimes they needed to be put in their place and told no; sometimes Ilon just wanted to cuddle and be held. Even more now that they had realized they had a middle/little side. How would Enzo feel about that?

Ilon watched as Enzo looked around their bedroom. "Totally invested in my sleep," they answered, but the truth was, Ilon hardly slept well these days. Tossing and turning, getting up. Ilon's eyes followed Enzo's movements as the other removed his shirt, taking in the sight of his gorgeous body. Enzo had always taken good care of himself, and that clearly had not changed. Ilon wasn't sure how this was happening. If someone had asked him an hour ago, he wouldn't have believed it. But he was not mad about the turn of events, not at all. The feeling of Enzo's hand wrapping around his wrist and bringing his hand to the small of Ilon's back made his breath hitch. He could feel his heart thrumming in his chest with a nervous excitement. Without saying a word, Ilon smirked and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He leaned in and sucked some of the skin on Enzo's neck into his mouth, nipped at it with his teeth, fully intent on leaving a hickey there. Now, he could taste Enzo, smell Enzo, and feel Enzo. And the only thing his brain thought was how it felt like home.

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

Ilon's Reconstructionist Judaism

Ilon's Kashrut Observance:

Ilon is concerned and cautious about what they eat, but not the dishes on which they eat it or the pots in which it is cooked. This guideline enables Ilon to eat comfortably in any restaurant or at home.

Ilon does not mix meat or dairy in the same meal and does not require separate cookware/utensils for each.

Waits one hour after a meat meal before having dairy.

Eating outside the home, Ilon is more lenient about the degree of kashrut they require, although Ilon prefers that meat and poultry brought into the home be from a kosher market.

The prohibition on pork and shellfish and the overt mingling of dairy and meat remain fundamental categories to which he is committed.

Ilon believes the attitude towards eating itself should be a dimension of kashrut. They do not begin a meal or snack without the appropriate blessing and the customary sprinkling of salt on bread.

The rigorous and lengthy Birkat Hamazon (grace after meals), enjoyable at the Shabbat table, is a burden during the week; an abbreviated prayer of gratitude, or a moment of silent appreciation before leaving the table, seems more effective.

Ilon's Shabbat Observance:

Ilon does not follow the traditional rules of no electricity, no writing, no work, etc. Sometimes he has to work.

They do make a point to go to synagogue on Shabbat as much as their work schedule will allow. Friday night services often include singing and are on the shorter side, which Ilon prefers.

They try to find a balance of solitude, family time, and community interaction on Shabbat. Spend some time disengaged from the things that stress him out. Spend some time disengaged from technology.

While trying to find that balance so that attempting a stress-free day does not actually induce stress.

#ilon ft. heancanons #ilon ft. judaism #tw: religion

enzoacosta

"Once we're settled, maybe we could take Charlotte up to one of them. Maybe we could stay in one of those rental cabins." Since she was so little and already going through so many changes, he wasn't sure about having her sleep on the ground in a tent. "It could be my treat. A way to thank you for your generosity." While he couldn't imagine Ilon turning him out on the street, it didn't diminish how appreciative he was. "I will." He assured him, smiling. "The two of us will cheer you on."

As Ilon spoke, amusement lit of Enzo's face. "Are you trying to tell me you're struggling to not be a brat around me?" All this time had passed and it was like none had passed at all. "Could you ever imagine me trying to retrain you, Ilon?" He smirked at that. It wasn't an intentional innuendo but now he was imagining it. "I mean, can you imagine me stopping you from behaving the way you want?" Possibly. Depending on circumstance. "Do you need to be pinned down so you behave?" As much as he was joking, everything he was saying did make him feel something.

"I'm glad you'll be here as we get ourselves comfortable." A familiar face was what he had been seeking. It would be nice to catch up with Ilon. After just a few more bites, he finished his food and sipped his water down. "Do you want to show me to your room, Ilon?" He asked, eyeing the other. There was a definitive change in atmosphere now but he didn't want to read too much into it.

ilondavid

Ilon's head nodded as Enzo spoke. He loved tent camping, but it wasn't for everyone, and he knew they could have fun in a cabin. He would have fun teaching Charlotte things. "That sounds nice. I haven't stayed in a cabin in a while. I had actually been thinking about getting an RV." Not that Ilon had the money for it at the moment, but it was something that they wanted to work toward. A part of Ilon wanted to argue that Enzo didn't have to pay for it, but Ilon also thought there was no point now, when it was hypothetical. He'd say so when the camping was actually about to take place. Ilon couldn't help but smile at the thought of the two of them cheering him on.

Ilon couldn't help but smirk at the amusement on Enzo's face. "I am," Ilon replied and licked their lips. "Oh, please, you didn't train me to begin with; I'm too primal to be trained. I'd like to see you try," he challenged playfully. "You handle me, and I've always loved it." No one had even come close to handling them as well as Enzo ever had. Ilon felt free with Enzo, safe. It allowed him to be the primal brat he was deep inside without feeling like they had to hold back, to not be overwhelming to the Dominant. Ilon bit his lip when Enzo mentioned pinning him. Yes, his brain screamed. "Maybe."

The atmosphere between them had changed, and Ilon didn't hesitate when Enzo asked him to show him his room. Ilon made a come here gesture and walked down the hall. When they reached his bedroom, Ilon flicked on the light.

Ilon's bedroom was a good size and had a walk-in closet that contained more hoodies than one person alone could possibly need. On the white walls were two framed pictures: one was an old picture of Fenway Park, and the other was a camping picture. In one corner was a chair that was covered by Ilon's work duffel bag and a Boston EMS hoodie, another corner had a baseball bat propped up in it, and the third had a succulent plant. In addition to the bed in the room, there was a dresser that had a bottle of Dossier's Gourmand Orange Blossom on it, Ilon's favorite cologne, and a nightstand that had an alarm clock and a blue lava lamp. The bed was something that Ilon took great pride in; it was queen-sized with dark oak wood and grey Tencel bedding, with a grey comforter. For his 30th birthday, he had saved up money to buy a custom bed through the Lust Loft. It had a headboard and a footboard designed with various posts to easily attach restraints or other items. Two handcuffs sat in the middle of the headboard, one end of each secured to a post, the other dangling down open, lightly touching the pillows. He hadn't used them in a while but hadn't bothered to remove them. Wrapped around each bedpost was a weighted limb restraint, soft leather cuffs that were lined with heavy, medical-grade gel, making it feel like a hug on each limb. Ilon hadn't had a chance to use that yet, but the person who sold it to him a month ago had made the sound of being restrained and having that weight pressing down on him sound so delightful that he couldn't resist buying it.

As Ilon stepped toward the bed, Ilon removed his shirt over his head and turned to face Enzo. "I was going to apologize for the handcuffs, but I'm not going to now. I still use the stoplight system for safewording, and I can't think of any limits that have changed since we were together last." As he spoke, Ilon opened the nightstand and showed Enzo the contents. Handcuff keys, lube, and a few other small toys. He stepped toward Enzo and looked him right in the eye. "Make me get in that bed," he challenged, though if Enzo said no, Ilon would respect that and back off.

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

enzoacosta

"I don't remember the last time I went camping." New York City wasn't exactly know for its campgrounds. "Do you stay in Massachusetts, or do you go up to the ones up in New Hampshire?" He heard further up north there were some really beautiful campsites. Around the lakes in New Hampshire, in particular. "Maybe when it warms up I can come watch one of your games." By then, he assumed he would have his own place, so it would be nice to have reasons to see Ilon. After all this time, it was really nice to be able to do so. He wanted to continue it even when he wasn't staying here anymore.

Unapologetic, Enzo shrugged. "I've always been bossy with you." After all this time, that clearly was not something that had changed. "I appreciate it. You have an important job though. You really cannot be going without your beauty sleep." He grinned. It was obvious he was just teasing him. Ilon was always beautiful with or without sufficient sleep. "I'm glad you didn't decide to argue with me about this. If you did, I would have had no problem picking you up and carrying you to the bed." He didn't consider himself a demanding person. With Ilon, however, he was dominating.

He took another few bites of his food. Normally he would take his time and savor his food but right now he was a little too hungry. To wash it down, he took a long drink of his water. It was nice to have some refreshment and some food after such a long day. "Do you have to work tomorrow?"

ilondavid

"I usually stay in Massachusetts, but it would be nice to go up to New Hampshire." They replied. Ilon thought for a moment about how long it had been since they left the state to camp—a while. Maybe this spring, he would change that. "I'd like that," Ilon replied, a softness to his tone. "You, and Charlotte, if you want to bring her." Ilon could feel butterflies in their stomach at the thought of Enzo coming to a game, supporting them.

Ilon didn't try to hide the roll of their eyes as they walked back over toward the other switch. "Oh, trust me, I know. It's like we bring out certain sides of each other. And as much as I always enjoyed it, Bossy Pants, I'm actually trying to be good and not let my brat or primal sides out. Shocking, I know. But, even more now as a professional switch, I know that consent is important, and if I'm going to brat to you for you to handle me, it should be agreed upon just like any other kink. Not that you make it easy. Anyone else I can hold it in with no problem, but you," they shook their head and took a breath from the rant Ilon felt like he was having. "Please do. But, if you're going to carry me to bed, you should at least spank me first, or something," they teased without thinking.

How had this started happening? He blamed Enzo for starting it. Yup. "I've the next two days off," Ilon replied and busied himself with his tea for a moment.

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

enzoacosta

Just how grateful Enzo was for Ilon was written all over his features. This was a vulnerable time for him and he knew Ilon was the safest person in the world. "Thank you. I know sometimes I might need to bounce some of my ideas off of you. It will be nice to get out of my own head for awhile." Enzo knew if he thought endlessly then he might got in circles and never find a solution to his concerns and the tasks he needed to complete. Ilon definitely seemed more level-headed.

"You know that was a joke, Ilon." He said in an assuring tone, just in case Ilon didn't pick up on it. "I know if you didn't like helping people, you wouldn't have the career you do." He couldn't help but smile a little. "Do you still do all the boring stuff we used to do? Watch TV, go for walks, go try new places to eat?" He wouldn't be surprised if Ilon stopped the latter. He knew he was the bigger foodie in their relationship. "Peace is necessary to unwind with a stressful career."

He frowned. Ilon's wording told him that there was no extra bedroom for him. "No, Ilon." He said as soon as his brain caught up. "You're not giving up your room for me. Ether I take the couch, or you stay in the bed with me." His tone suggested finality. He had a feeling Ilon would still be bratty and push against it though.

ilondavid

Looking at Enzo's face, the emotion there made Ilon's breath catch. How could they have been apart for 5 years, and yet in a blink, his body wanted to pick up as if they'd never separated? It just made him remember how much they really had been each other's safe place. Ilon hadn't felt as safe with anyone as he had with Enzo, and trusting someone so deeply to be vulnerable with them, to submit to him as Ilon had, wasn't something that came easily to Ilon. There were very few people he truly let his brat and primal sides out with.

"I know, but still," Ilon said and took a sip of their tea. "I still go for walks sometimes, I go camping when the weather is nice, and I play baseball in the spring and summer," he replied with a shrug. Ilon didn't watch much TV on his own; he couldn't stay settled long enough most of the time. When he and Enzo had been together, the other Switch had had a calming effect on him. If they watched TV and cuddled, it was easier for Ilon to stay still. He felt the warmth of Enzo's body, the feeling of the other's arms around him, and the hug acting like a weighted blanket or restraints that calmed his nervous system. Deep pressure touch. It was why sleeping with Enzo had always helped Ilon, too. Enzo was generally the big spoon and liked to put his arm around Ilon.

A huff left Ilon's lips, and his head tilted to the side. "So bossy," Ilon muttered under their breath, and they set down his tea to walk to the front door and lock it. "I'm not saying I'm giving up my bed the whole time you're here, but one night is fine. I want you to get a good night's sleep. But, fine, we can share the bed, if you want." Could they actually share the bed and not have things get weird?

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

enzoacosta

When the food was placed in front of him, Enzo gratefully glanced down on it. He took his fork and carefully gathered some up before moving the utensil to his mouth. He took a moment to savor the food. Having gone so long without food and now feeling bone weary, he was immensely grateful for the meal. "Thank you." He said belated after taking his first bite. "I am lucky they have connections." He agreed. "I might look up some of my own classmates too, if necessary, to see if any of them are able to help me with getting a job." If he decided to go the track of working in a restaurant again. "We will get it figured out, Ilon. I don't want you carrying the weight of my burdens." It was one thing for that to happen when they were together. They weren't now though, so he was going to carry his load. "Thank you though. For letting us stay. For understanding. For listening." After all this time, Ilon didn't have to be there for him. It was more than appreciated though.

"You did ask. Do you regret it yet?" He joked in a self-deprecating sort of way. He knew Ilon didn't regret it. His ex was empathetic and a great listener. He nodded as Ilon spoke to show that he was listening to everything he said. If they would have stayed together, Ilon never would have been allowed to be a Professional Switch. That seemed to be the biggest difference in Ilon's life without him. "Have we ever really been that exciting? Compared to some people, our lives are very ordinary." Something he has never seen a problem with. He liked ordinary and steady.

He looked around the apartment. After he ate, he'd want to change into his pajamas. "After I eat, can you show me which room I'll be staying in?" He assumed Ilon may have had a three bedroom apartment. That would be large for one person but he was assuming since Ilon was fine with two more people joining him. "Do you mind if I bring mine and Charlotte's belongings in tomorrow so we can try to get settled?"

ilondavid

Ilon nodded their head as Enzo spoke and watched the other man enjoy the food. Not that Ilon could take credit for it; the restaurant had made it, and he'd just reheated it. But it felt different; usually, Enzo cooked for him more often than the other way around. "It's no problem," Ilon said, and shrugged their shoulders. Outside of Ilon's work family at Boston EMS, for those five years, Enzo had really been his family. As someone who was an only child and estranged from his own parents, Ilon got overwhelmed by the Acosta clan sometimes. "I'm not carrying the weight; I know that's on you, but I'll help however I can." The restaurant business was not at all in Ilon's skillset, though, so they figured Enzo's family and friends would be much more helpful.

Ilon didn't hold back the rolling of his eyes as Enzo asked if they regretted it in that way. Ilon never regretted helping people, friends, or even strangers; it was why he had the jobs that he did. "No, of course I don't." They knew if Enzo had stayed in their life, Ilon would never have become a professional Switch. Enzo didn't like sharing, and Ilon had always found that possessiveness hot. But, when the two separated, Ilon had needs that needed to be met and hadn't had someone to do D/s with besides Enzo for years. In a way, even if he didn't admit it, a part of why he had become a professional switch was to fill the void that Enzo left. Having that job was a way to fill time, a way to meet his need—even if a lot of what Ilon enjoyed couldn't be done at the clinic, at least it helped keep him from being sick. "Yeah, I think that's why I like a boring home life; work is always unpredictable." They shrugged their shoulders.

"I don't mind at all. You can take my bed, and I'll take the couch."

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

enzoacosta

There was nothing extraordinary about the word sit; however, when said in that tone of voice, it did get Enzo's attention. If he wasn't so tired, he might have had a witty quip. Right now, he didn't mind the prospect of being taken care of. After doing as he was told and sitting, he said, "If you're feeding me now, I'll have to repay you with breakfast." Even without saying what it was, he had a feeling Ilon could infer it would be his favorite. Unless his favorite had changed. He had a feeling it probably didn't though.

"I couldn't think of any of it tonight even if I wanted to." He was simply too tired. "Her wellbeing is why I came back here. I knew we would both need support from as many people as we could." People he could trust to nurture this little girl who definitely needed it. "A child therapist would probably help." He agreed, slowly nodding his head. "With everything else going on, I haven't had time to think about getting her someone to talk to." It probably would have come to mind eventually. Right now, he was a little embarrassed it wasn't at the top of his list before.

"I have been debating what I want to do for work." He admitted, biting at his bottom lip with his uncertainty clear. "Looking for employment at another upscale restaurant is an obvious choice." It would potentially also be the more advantageous financially and in terms of benefits for himself and Charlotte. "For scheduling flexibility, I wondered if maybe trying to start my own bespoke meal prep business would be better. I could get a license for it and then offer my services. I could also foray into catering or being a private chef." He sighed softly. "I know nothing can be solved tonight." Enzo knew he just needed to get it out. Ilon had always been a great sounding board for him and he was always happy to be Ilon's too. It was like he was falling back into that with no effort.

"You must think I'm an asshole going on about myself. Tell me what has been going on here since I left."

ilondavid

"Okay," they replied, not fighting Enzo's suggestion about making them breakfast. They would never turn down Enzo's wonderful cooking—it had always been so much better than Ilon's, and the switch didn't think the other man had gotten worse in the past five years—Enzo was a professional chef. Besides, of things that were worth fighting over, that was not one of them.

As Enzo spoke, Ilon nodded and took a sip of their tea. In that moment, he didn't think Enzo was looking for him to offer up solutions but rather to be a sounding board, someone to vent to, someone to whom he could let out everything that had been building up inside of him. They would find solutions and come up with a plan this weekend and next week. Not that Ilon had any say in the plans; ultimately, Enzo was the one whose plans they were, but Ilon already knew that he would help in any way he could. There honestly wasn't a doubt in Ilon's mind that Enzo would find a way to make it work. Enzo had always been hard-working, and Ilon didn't think someone got through culinary school by being lazy. Besides, Enzo's determination was what had brought him back to Boston. And there was no doubt in Ilon's mind that Enzo and Charlotte would have the support of family and friends.

Ilon could see the pros and cons of each career path as Enzo mentioned them, and as the timer beeped on the air fryer, he carefully plated up the bourekas and set the plate in front of Enzo. "This is Boston, and with your family's connections to the hospitality sector here, I'm sure you can find something. Maybe your parents or Javi would know of an upscale place with an opening, if that's the route you decide to go." Ilon paused as he got Enzo a glass of water and set it on the counter by Enzo's plate. "It'll get figured out. Not tonight, but it will. The important thing to remember is you're not alone, okay?"

They moved to pick up their tea and sat next to Enzo on a stool. "You're not an asshole for venting; I asked," he said matter-of-factly. And it seemed like Enzo had needed it, in Ilon's opinion. "I'm good. Still working as a paramedic at Boston EMS. I went back to school and got my associate's degree in switch studies, and now also work part-time as a Professional Switch at the Needs Clinic," they shrugged their shoulders. " My life isn't really that exciting."

#ilon ft. interaction #ilon and enzo #ilon: f2f

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