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The package had arrived three days ago. Dennis had been alone in his and Trinity’s apartment, nervously checking the tracking website to see where it was. The sound of the doorbell had still startled him, his face bright red when he accepted the delivery. There was no way the delivery driver knew what was inside the package he had just handed over to Dennis.
But Dennis knew.
It had been a joke at first. John had taken Dennis out to a fancy steak dinner, something Dennis would never have been able to afford on his own. But John had insisted. He had wanted to try the restaurant for ages but had never had a good enough reason to go, and their three-month anniversary had been the perfect opportunity to finally try it out. John, of course, had insisted on paying for everything.
Dennis had got John a present, a bouquet of pink and white flowers and a card he had made himself with a love letter inside. Trinity had all sorts of arts and crafts stuff at home and was nice enough to allow Dennis to use them, but only under supervision. He had felt good about his presents, something made with love, perfect for a three-month anniversary. That was until John had told Dennis about the plans he had made for their anniversary. The prices on the restaurant website had almost made Dennis faint; one steak cost more than Trin and he spent on groceries for an entire week.
And that wasn’t all. John had got Dennis a present on top of the dinner, a beautiful watch. Dennis hadn’t recognized the brand, but it didn’t matter. One look and he knew the watch must have been expensive. He almost wanted to refuse the gift; surely it was too much. His anxiety must have been plain on his face, because the next moment, John had kissed him and assured him that he deserved to have nice things.
And that was that.
They'd had sex when they got home. Made love was probably a better way to put it. It had felt more intimate than anything they had done before. John’s tight heat had enveloped Dennis, beckoning him to stay and make a home for himself inside the other man. It was the first time they had had sex without a condom; both men had got tested in preparation for their anniversary.
A small part deep inside Dennis had still felt guilty for his meagre gift compared to what John had gotten him. The fact that John had put the card Dennis made on his nightstand so that ‘the first thing I see every day is proof of your love for me’ had soothed Dennis a little.
Still.
Dennis had gone home the next day, ready for girls’ night. Maybe one of his friends would have an idea how to pay back John at least a little bit. Without spending too much actual money. Dennis desperately wanted to spoil John the way he pampered him, but his current salary wouldn’t allow it.
It had been a joke, a simple comment made by Trinity. Samira had jumped on it, immediately pulling out her phone to look for an online shop so they could order something for Dennis. Mel had been quietly supportive, checking on Dennis to see if he was okay with the way the conversation was going. Victoria had been of zero help; already slightly drunk, she had gone on and on about what she had ordered to surprise Cassie, and by the end, Dennis had known more about Dr McKay’s tongue and her extensive strap-on collection than he had ever wanted to know.
By the end of the night, Samira had sent Dennis the links to five different websites, which he had refused to look at in front of his friends. They had tried to make Dennis order something that night, giving their opinions on colours and cuts he should buy. He had listened to their opinions but had already decided to make his own decision once he was alone.
Later, when he had finally been alone in bed, he opened the first website and immediately closed it again. It was just a joke. A dumb joke made by his best friend. But the thought hadn’t left Dennis’s mind. He hadn’t brought it up with John, who had looked absolutely delighted to see Dennis wear the watch he gifted him at work.
Two days later, Dennis cracked. He opened all five websites Samira had sent him on his laptop and looked through the extensive collection of male lingerie.
Because that was what Trinity had joked about. 'Buy some lace panties and wear only those with one of Shen’s hoodies over it', she had told him, looking far too serious before breaking out into giggles. A small joke, like so many others made before it. But it stuck with Dennis.
There was a bigger selection than Dennis had thought. The endless options of different cuts, fabrics and colours had overwhelmed him at first. But he refused to ask Trinity for help. No way would she ever let him live it down.
He slowly looked through the options available, settling on two sets of lace panties with matching bralettes, one set in baby pink and one in white. Two pairs of matching stockings completed Dennis's shopping spree. Not too expensive, but expensive enough for Dennis to pray that the lace wouldn’t be too scratchy on his sensitive skin. And that John actually liked Dennis's little surprise.
And now here he was, after another successful night shift, in John’s car, his boyfriend’s hand on his thigh. It had become their routine to go home together, mostly to John’s place, since the older man had no roommate to bother them.
Today was no different. They made breakfast, omelettes with mushrooms and bell peppers, ate in comfortable silence and cleaned the dishes together.
Dennis had waited until they had the next night off together for his surprise; he wanted them to have enough time. And if things went well, he probably needed a night of rest before he could walk without a limp again.
He had given John instructions to shower, lie on the bed and wait for Dennis to finish in the bathroom. The older man’s eyes had lit up with excitement, and he hurried to follow Dennis’s instructions. John could be so obedient when he wanted to be, and Dennis absolutely loved it.
Presently, Dennis was alone in the bathroom, freshly showered, staring down at the lingerie laid out before him. Baby pink lace panties, stockings, and a matching bralette. He had tried the entire set on at home already; the lace soft against his sensitive skin, not at all scratchy like he had feared. The panties had a heart-shaped cutout in the back, which would allow John to fuck Dennis without having to take them off.
His cock hardened at the thought.
A few steadying breaths helped Dennis to settle his nerves, and he carefully got dressed. More blood rushed south at the feel of the lace against his half-hard cock, and Dennis had to splash cold water in his face to calm down. The stockings were next, smoothly sliding up Dennis’s legs, settling comfortably against his heated skin. The bralette had taken some trial and error at first, but Dennis had tried it on often enough to know how to do it without any problems.
The man who stared back at Dennis in the mirror looked debauched, skin flush with arousal, and now fully hard cock barely contained by the delicate baby pink lace. It looked pornographic. Dennis hoped John would like him like this; if not, he’d die of embarrassment, of that much Dennis was sure.
John’s hoodie went on last, dark grey and long enough to reach the middle of Dennis’s thighs. It was oversized on John, and on Dennis, it looked almost like a dress.
It was perfect.
Dennis cracked the bathroom door slightly open before calling out to John, “Darling, close your eyes, please.” Dennis waited for John to confirm he had followed his instructions before walking out into the bedroom.
John was sitting with his back against the headboard, propped up by the pillows, dressed in only a tight pair of black boxer briefs. He looked angelic, skin glowing golden in the sunlight shining through the window. Dennis loved seeing John like this, endless miles of soft skin for him to explore and taste.
“Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.” A short nod from John and Dennis made his way onto the bed, situating himself so he was hovering above John’s lap, thighs bracketing John’s body. He gently placed John’s hands on his waist, took another deep breath and gave John permission to open his eyes.
A small smile and warm eyes greeted Dennis. “Hiya, angel. Enjoy your shower?”
“Yeah, I did.” Dennis’s voice shook with nerves, which made John’s hands tighten on his waist.
“What’s wrong, angel? You nervous?” John hadn’t looked down, otherwise he’d known what Dennis was so nervous about. The stockings were on full display, coming up to Dennis’s mid-thigh, the lace trim slightly catching against his leg hair. The rest of the set was safely covered beneath the hoodie.
Instead of an answer, Dennis leaned forward and placed his lips on John’s. A steady and soft kiss, not to arouse yet, simply to connect. Slowly, John’s hands wandered lower, lifting Dennis’s hoodie, fingers grazing upwards on Dennis’s thighs until they connected with the soft lace of his panties.
Abruptly, all of John’s movements stopped. Dennis felt his stomach drop, and all his muscles tensed up, ready to flee the scene.
John’s eyes scanned Dennis’s body, eyes lingering on the stockings, fingers twitching from where they still rested against the bottom of the panties.
“Fucking hell, angel. This your surprise for me?” John’s voice sounded wrecked, raw with need and desire. Confidence filled Dennis at the sound, sure now that John was very much on board with his plans for the day.
“Yes. I hoped you might like it.”
John’s hands grabbed onto Dennis’s waist and pulled him down onto his rock-hard cock. “Like it? Fuck me, angel, I love it. Show me?”
The hoodie went flying, landing somewhere behind Dennis in the room. A deep moan left John at the sight of Dennis, the entire lingerie set now on display. One moment, Dennis was sitting on top of John, feeling his hard cock against his ass, and the next, the world turned upside down, and he was on his back, John hovering above him.
“Look at you. Angel, you’re gonna kill me.”
Dennis squirmed under the other man’s heated gaze, lust simmering beneath his skin. John seemed in no hurry to touch Dennis, simply looking his fill. Dennis couldn’t take it; he needed more.
“Darling, please. I need you to touch me.” Dennis whined, hips rutting up searching for any sort of pressure against his neglected cock. His movement caused the lace to rub against his cock, the subtle friction not even close to enough.
John shushed him before he finally lowered his head and placed his lips on Dennis’s neck. He made his way downwards, placing open-mouthed kisses until he reached the crook of Dennis’s neck, stopping to suck a dark red mark into his skin.
Dennis grunted at the feel, already knowing he wouldn’t be able to hide the mark under his scrubs. Which was probably John’s goal; the other man could be rather possessive, a hot hand placed on Dennis’s lower back or standing just an inch too close for any plausible deniability when a patient or colleague was acting a bit too friendly with Dennis. The mark would be a constant reminder that Dennis was taken, obvious to anyone who dared to look closely.
More kisses were placed on his chest, down and down until Dennis felt warm breath fanning over his right nipple. Every higher brain function had been abandoned; only thoughts swirling around Dennis’s head were more, yes, please.
His hands flew into John’s hair as a wet tongue flicked at Dennis’s nipple through the lace of the bralette, and a low groan ripped out of his throat. The feeling of the lace scraping against his nipple, paired with the warmth of John’s tongue, made for a heavenly sensation. Dennis needed more of it, more of John. “Please. Darling, I need you.”
“You have me, angel.”
Soft lips wrapped around Dennis’s nipple, suckling at the hardened nub. Saliva pooled out of John’s mouth, wetting the lace, making it cling to Dennis’s skin. John’s mouth was too much and not enough, wet heat and clever tongue close to overwhelming Dennis’s frayed nerves.
He needed more.
John pulled off him, gently blowing across Dennis’s wet nipple. The air was cool against his skin, causing unabashed moans and whines to spill out of Dennis. Arousal thrummed through Dennis at only those small touches, cock pulsing in his panties.
Finally, John was moving again. His lips travelled down Dennis’s body until they reached the light pink lace covering his cock. John paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Dennis’s trapped member before him. A wet spot had formed at the front of the panties, precum making the lace almost transparent.
John manoeuvred them so that Dennis’s legs were over his shoulders. Dennis was on full display for John to do with him what he wanted. He thrust his hips forward, silently begging John to get on with it. For once, John listened. Soft lips placed kisses all along his length, until John reached the tip of Dennis’s cock. Gentle kitten licks were placed at the tip as more precum welled out.
Dennis's orgasm was rapidly approaching, coming closer with every lick of John’s tongue. “Wait, wait, darling. I’m close.”
John pulled back with one last open-mouthed kiss placed on Dennis’s cock. “Turn around, angel. Wanna taste you.”
Early on in their relationship, Dennis had learned about John’s favourite activity: bending Dennis over wherever he could and eating him out until Dennis was crying from overstimulation. Dennis didn’t mind in the slightest. He enjoyed his boyfriend’s ministrations immensely and enjoyed eating John out in return almost as much.
With John’s help, Dennis turned, settling on his front with his legs far enough apart for John to lie between them. Dennis had almost forgotten the heart-shaped cutout in the back of the panties, but his boyfriend's deep growl quickly reminded him of it.
“Fuck. Could come from only looking at you.” Before Dennis could form an answer, John’s face was already buried between his cheeks, hands spreading Dennis apart for better access.
The first lick of John’s hot tongue had Dennis’s hips push up, chasing the sensation. Immediately, one of John’s arms wrapped around Dennis’s waist, holding him down. Mewls and soft whimpers were pouring out of Dennis, desperation and want clouding his mind.
John's tongue circled Dennis’s rim, teasing and prodding until the muscle relaxed enough for him to enter. The tip of his tongue pushed inside, opening Dennis up more with every lick. John wiggled his tongue, pushing in as far as he could before retreating and pushing back in again. His hole fluttered around John’s tongue, shameless moans spilling out of Dennis at the hot feel of it inside him and the wet saliva running down towards his balls.
Dennis knew John would continue for as long as he could, but Dennis needed more than his boyfriend’s tongue. “John, please.” A couple more licks around Dennis’s hole, and John pulled away, reaching towards the nightstand to get the lube.
“Want me to use a condom?”
It was sweet of John to ask. Some nights, Dennis preferred to use a condom for easier cleanup, whilst John always wanted Dennis to fuck him raw, enjoying the feel of Dennis’s cum filling him up. Tonight, Dennis wanted all of John inside of him. He said as much, earning himself another deep growl from his boyfriend.
One slick finger pressed against Dennis, easily sliding inside from John’s earlier prep. A second finger was quickly added, John scissoring Dennis open with careful and precise thrusts. Not long after a third finger entered Dennis, the added stretch painful for only a moment, Dennis’s body swiftly adjusting to the intrusion. John was purposefully avoiding Dennis’s prostate, only grazing it from time to time as he prepared Dennis.
Dennis cried out pitifully when John pulled out his fingers, leaving Dennis achingly empty, his hole clenching around nothing. Steady hands pulled Dennis’s hips up, his chest pressed into the mattress, and his ass high up in the air. Dennis wouldn’t last long; he never did in this position.
John slapped his dick against Dennis’s hole before guiding the spongy tip inside. Dennis opened easily, welcoming John inside. Inch by inch, John pushed inside with one steady thrust, stopping once his balls rested against Dennis’s body.
“So tight for me, angel. My pretty boy.” John’s voice had dropped almost an octave. He only sounded like this when he was deep inside Dennis, buried as far inside as he could go.
When John felt Dennis relax around him, he started to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back inside the enticing heat. He set a brutal rhythm, balls slapping against Dennis’s skin with every push inside. Dennis’s skin was slick with sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead. He couldn’t imagine how he looked, clad in lingerie, drooling on the pillow below, and a fat cock filling him up. He wanted to stay in this moment for eternity, only him and John in the entire world.
With every thrust, John pushed Dennis further towards the edge of his orgasm, ready to hurtle over and into the blissful abyss. Tears streamed down Dennis’s face, making a further mess of the pillow beneath him. He couldn’t help himself, whining helplessly with every thrust of John’s hips. Dennis was so close. But he needed more.
He needed John to finish inside him like he needed air.
“Please, please, darling. Need your cum. Fill me. Make it stick.” The words tumbled out of Dennis’s mouth before he could stop them. He didn’t know where they had come from, but with a startling clarity, Dennis realized he meant every word. Fuck, he hoped John wouldn’t be put off by them.
He wasn’t.
“Fuck, angel. Want me to knock you up? Fill you with my cum until it takes?” John’s speed increased, cock hitting Dennis’s prostate with every thrust.
“Please, John. Please fill me up, come on. Put a baby inside me.”
Three more thrusts, and John emptied himself inside Dennis. The younger man felt every hot spurt of cum, sending him over the edge as well. Dennis’s cock jerked inside his panties as he finished, ruining the lace completely.
Dennis mind was blissfully empty, his limbs heavy. Only John’s hands on his hips stopped him from collapsing into a boneless pile. Instead, John guided them until they were lying next to each other, John’s softening cock still inside Dennis.
He couldn’t stay inside Dennis forever, though, eventually John needed to pull out. Soft whimpers escaped Dennis at the feel of John’s cock slipping out, the older man’s cum spilling out without having anything to keep it inside Dennis.
“Shhh, angel. I know, I know. Maybe we should get you a plug, keep you full of my cum longer. Increases the chance of pregnancy as well.”
There was no way in hell Dennis could get hard again so soon, but his dick twitched nonetheless, giving it a valiant try. “Fucking hell. You can’t just say things like that.”
Dennis felt more than heard John chuckle, soft vibrations reverberating against his back.
“So, that’s a thing then?”
Blood rushed into Dennis’s face, his cheeks bright red from embarrassment. “You seemed into it.”
“I am, angel. Don’t worry.” A soft kiss was placed on Dennis’s neck, and John continued. “Just wondering if you’d like it the other way around, too.”
Dennis almost got whiplash from how quickly he turned his head to look at John. “Yes!” He almost shouted before he remembered himself, “I mean, yes. I’d like that.”
“Great. Send me the link to the store where you bought all of this.” At his words, John pulled at the strap of Dennis’s bralette, letting it snap back against Dennis’s skin. “We can order you some more. And maybe something for me as well.”
The last words were said so quietly that Dennis almost didn’t hear them. John looked shy, resolutely avoiding eye contact. Dennis couldn’t have that. He turned his body until he faced John completely, soft fingers gently pushing John’s face up, forcing the older man to look at Dennis.
“I’d love that. Bet you’d look real pretty for me, darling.”
Relief washed over John’s face, muscles relaxing again.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Let’s see who can get who pregnant first.”
John surged forward, peppering Dennis’s face with small kisses. Dennis giggled, thoroughly enjoying his boyfriend’s attention.
“You little shit.” A kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Trying to kill me.” A kiss to his nose. “Gimme twenty minutes and I’ll put another load in you.” A kiss to his cheekbone. “My pretty angel.”
Dennis continued to giggle, hand tracing small shapes into John’s side.
“Remind me to thank Trinity later.”
John pulled back, confusion clouding his face. “Trinity? Why?”
The blush was back on Dennis’s face. “Yeah, she made a joke about me buying lingerie to pay you back for our anniversary dinner.”
He couldn’t look John in the eyes; sure the other man would be mad at including Dennis’s friends in this.
“Angel, no. You never have to pay me back for anything. Dennis, look at me.” And oh, John only used Dennis’s name when things were serious. “I want to spoil you and buy nice things for you. I like it. And I do like the lingerie, but angel, never ever think you have to do things like these to pay me back.” John’s voice was urgent, desperate for Dennis to understand that he was telling the truth.
“I understand. I do. But I want to spoil you as well. Just don’t have the money for it yet.” Dennis’s resident salary was nothing compared to John’s attending one. “And don’t worry. I very much like the lingerie, I didn’t just do it for you or anything.”
“Glad to hear it.” John cradled Dennis close to him, tucking Dennis’s head beneath his own. “Rest now, angel. We can get cleaned up in a bit.”
“What about round two?” The pout was evident in his voice, and John chuckled at his boyfriend’s neediness.
“Fine. We can get cleaned up after round two.”
Satisfied with the promise for more, Dennis snuggled closer to John, inhaling the other’s tantalizing scent deeply.
Later, after round two and a bath, they’d order lingerie for John and him, and several plugs in different sizes. They’d need their help if they wanted to get each other pregnant, after all.