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Red, 11/11 drawings for #raindro hosted by @kiyomeji 💋🌹🎈❣️‼️🍷💥(April 2024)
Where were you when you first saw the met gala outfit? I was in the car leaving from the gym and I literally threw my phone to the ground when I opened the first picture. I think this was a life altering outfit for a lot of us so of course I had to end this art challenge with a bang 💥😅
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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.)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
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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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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