Do I have something here?

Throwaway account (for now)

Like all of us, I’m sure, I’ve always had ideas running through my head and some actually make it on paper; however, I’ve been thinking more and more, is it actually good?

Would love to hear some advice, honest feedback, and open thoughts on a little snippet below.

Thank you in advance! And sorry this little snippet is so long.

Heads up it does become NSFW and gay.

I had a dream last night about you. I walked through the doors of a packed bar - people clamoring with backs against each other, every world their own, the laughter and volume trying to swallow the music playing - and I could immediately feel you. Without seeing you sitting anxiously on your bar stool, staring into your glass and tapping the edge, I knew if I just took step in front of step, I would walk right to you. As I got closer, catching the eye of a guy leaned over the bar who quickly turned away acting interested in his buddy telling a dynamic story he’s clearly heard before; the eye of a brunette girl comfortably tucked in the corner of a wrapped booth as if there was never any other place she should be, sipping her martini and a glow enveloping her eyes as she’s locked on mine; the eye of the bar regular who simply smirked and looked back down into their waterlogged book with a slight shake of the head.

I finally catch you in the reflection of the back bar mirror. I see those dark curly locks, the jawline that begs me to run my finger across it like the edge of the kitchen knife that tantalizes you as you inspect it. The bite of your lip that subtly makes an indent like pushing into a marshmallow. All of these things surmount to recognizing you, sure, but to know you is when the right side of your mouth pulls up involuntarily, your head picks up as if the weight of your hair pulls it backward, and our eyes meet as if magnets that have been racing toward each other. In that moment, every cliche swarms the room; time slows to a stop, every bit of sound is vacuumed out, all imagery is unrecognizably brushed through, and all there is is the sharpest image of you, me, the smile that lures me to sink into, and your eyes that feel like I’ve always been searching for them, I’ve only ever seen them, and that I will know in any lifetime. This is our first time meeting, and yet, we’ve done this a hundred times.

Another step in front of step and the room snaps back into motion - I lose you in the mirror as I press through the crowd; for a second my heart skips and my brain wonders if you were just a mirage, but as I breathe my body is vibrating and pulling more intently toward you. I pick up my pace as my eyes flicker past many in the room - back to searching for only yours.

A girl in front of me stumbles backward and almost falling I instinctively go to catch her. Pulling her back up she turns to me with one hand on my chest and the other loosely grasping her glass, like her reality, slurring her ‘thanks’ and tossing her hair around - attempting to flirt. As I greet her with an amused smile, I look past her to see you. Watching the whole thing, you’re slightly laughing and beaming, with this confidence that knows once I see you, all I’ll do is get right to you. Moving the girl back to her friends, never losing yours eyes, I’m finally in front of you. Before even standing up, I feel your hand slide against the small of my back, a subtle pull in tighter, a slow stand up as your body presses against mine, and now slightly looking up at you, a simple, “hi.”

“Hi,” rides out of me on the breath I forgot to exhale.

Your hand now cradling the back of my neck and our eyes never letting go, I can’t tell if it’s been five seconds or hours. You lean in and give me a welcoming cheek to cheek kiss - whispering in my ear, “I’ve missed you.”

Pulling back you gesture to the bar stool next to yours. Sitting down we face each other, our legs interlocked, and your hand on my thigh. I have never been so enamored, and nervous, and comfortable in my life. Is this how Patroclus felt meeting Achilles for the first time?

We order and you tell me how you been fending off women all night to save me this seat. I laugh, my hand lifting a martini to my lips, and my other hand resting on my thigh, hoping you grab it; you do and every nerve flows out of me.

I wake up the next morning wrapped in your arms. I can feel your chest rising and falling against my back as your chest hair tickles me making me bury myself deeper into you. Your flexed bicep ready to keep me safe, and your hand locked in mine. I take it all in for a moment and couldn’t think of somewhere else to be. My other hand starts to run along your arm - tracing the outline of your veins. I can feel you start to stir and just as I make sure to keep still, not to wake you, I feel your lips kissing my ear. A slight nibble and a whispered, “good morning.”

You keep nibbling and my breath gets a little deeper, my body moving a little more. You learned my sweet spot last night and now you’re taking full advantage. I can feel your cock, full and throbbing, sliding against my ass. Your precum already leaking through your underwear and onto me. All I can think of is wanting to taste every drop of it.

Your lips now moving down to my neck and I’m in heaven. Whimpering and moaning, your hand still locked in mine and our body’s moving together as if one. No rhythm to be discerned - just the most natural, intimate knowledge of one another.

Your hand pulls away, and moves down to my cock. Pulling it out of my underwear you start to slowly stroke it. I turn my head toward you because I need to feel your lips. I need to taste you. You pull my cock to bring up all my precum, your fingers wiping it up and bringing it to your mouth. You take a small lick and then put your fingers in my mouth to suck on. “Good boy,” you whisper. Then back to making out with me as your hand pushes my underwear completely off.

In this moment, all I need is to feel you inside of me. All I can think about is getting closer to you, to make us whole. The tip of your cock is wet with precum, I can feel it teasing me. Pushing ever so slightly against my hole - your tip feeling it pulse, knowing it’s begging for you. Slowly I feel more pressure, “breathe.” You say as your lips hang just above mine. I take a deep breath in and as I exhale you push deeper in me. A full moan, “fuck…” drags out of me, across your smirk and I now feel your hand move toward my neck. You first push in and out me slowly - a thrust with every kiss you give me. Then you decide to get faster and rougher and your hand tightens around my neck. My hips are pushing back against you and moving with every pulse. My cock is leaking like crazy, your breathing gets quicker - grunting - the only sounds in the room are you slapping against me, your deep breathing, and my whimpered, labored breath trying to push past your grip.

“You want your daddy to cum in you, hun?”

“Mmhmm. Please”

Now I’ve never felt you harder in me. I keep working your cock with you and can feel your body tighten as you’re about to cum. Your hand grasping my neck as if trying to make a fist. One big thrust and I can feel every warm rope you push into me. Your cock going deeper as if demanding to get your cum so far in me, I have to be pregnant. Your human nature taking over. At the same time, my cock has been rubbing against the bundled up sheets, your cock hitting my prostate, and I shoot a massive load all over your bed. To cum hands free felt simply incredible. No long description, just euphoric.

Your body relaxes and I can feel you collapse into me. Your cock still deep in me and you pull me closer to you. Both us breathing heavy and smiling as big as physically possible. Then you say, “let’s stay like this for a while, baby. You turn to kiss me and I couldn’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more, just you.