HJ chapter 57 - precious and treasured

After our serious conversation, Dray and I talk for a little longer before it gets late. We brush our teeth together, and right as I’m about to change into the set of sleepwear I left at Dray’s, he grabs my arm.

“So, um, remember when I said I take showers at night instead of in the morning?”

I glance up at my boyfriend, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah? You’re welcome to take one now,” I say evenly, but when Dray continues to stare at me, I raise my eyebrows higher. “Ohhh…mind if I join?” I guess correctly when Dray blushes slightly, nodding.

Smirking, I cup his cheek, smoothing my thumb across his cheekbones, before pressing my lips to his. We kiss softly for a moment, until one of us slips a tongue in- I’m not even sure who started it at this point, because as soon as tongues got involved, we were kissing deeply and both of us were instantly enjoying it.

Pulling back, I kiss the tip of his nose, my breathing heavy. “Shower,” I say eventually, and Dray nods, his face still flushed slightly. We quickly get undressed, and manage to have an actually effective shower, with minimal shower sex.

Ok, we have a little bit of shower sex. Nothing too outrageous, but at one point I am on my knees performing oral sex on Dray, so. Some stuff did happen. Apart from the blowjob, it was a normal shower, or as normal a shower with horny boyfriends can be.

“Uh, so I’m pretty sure it’s your turn to be on top today,” Dray reminds me, and I smirk again. Dray and I have only had penetrative sex a few times, and each time I was on the bottom. Now it’s his turn.

Kissing down Dray’s neck, his cool fingertips trail up and down my back, tracing across my scars and occasionally reaching up to grip my hair. Dray is sitting on my lap, like he does most of the time anyway, except normally that’s just because we like kissing like that.

Now, he’s just holding on to me as I leave some lovely marks along his neck and collarbones. Dray strokes my neck, his fingers travelling down my tattoo. He brings my face up to his, his eyes full of so many beautiful emotions as he rests his forehead against mine.

“I may have slightly, um, preemptively prepared myself,” Dray says, his face darkening to a lovely shade of beetroot. Laughing gently, I kiss his cheek. “You’re probably a pro at that by now, with how good you are at preparing me,” I whisper in his ear.

I meant it as a joke, but it’s technically true; he always does a good job. Handily, Dray really did prepare himself well, and it doesn’t take too long of me stretching him out with my fingers until he’s ready.

“How’re we doing this by the way? I know we always go with the same position, but I don’t mind switching things up. What positions do you like normally?” I ask casually, nonchalantly continuing to thrust my fingers inside Dray.

He makes the funniest, most adorable and also sexiest expression when I do it, so I kind of…can’t stop myself when I see him like that. “U-um, I’ve uh, tried a lot of things before, I um, I quite like…can we just do it like this?” He asks embarrassedly, and it takes me a moment to work out what he means.

He literally just…means like how we are right now.

“Of course babe. You know the deal; let me know if you want to slow down, stop, if it hurts, et cetera,” I explain as I grab a condom, slipping it on. Dray laughs lightly, touching my face and guiding me to him for another kiss.

I lean into the kiss, before gasping slightly when I feel Dray pinch my nipple. I bite his lip, sliding my tongue in when he opens up for me. At some point he goes from touching my chest to touching my dick, and I’m starting to get really impatient.

Dray knows this, based on how he keeps smirking at me, but he has the same problem as me, just judging from a glance anyway. He laughs again, before straddling me, his arms steadying himself against the wall behind me as he looks up into my eyes.

“Yes?” He asks, his eyes excited and kind. I nod, stroking his thigh. “Yes. Yes from you?” He grins, whispering “yes” into my lips as we kiss again. And then he’s lowering himself onto me, and wow I mean I didn’t expect him to take charge as much as he does in the bedroom, I’ll be honest.

I mean, he’s pretty relaxed and casual, but get him in bed and he’s really the one to look after me, even when he’s the one bottoming. I basically just sit there, watching with wide-eyes at the ease with which he takes me in.

He sighs a little as he eases himself lower, encasing me tightly. His eyes are closed, but not squeezed shut. Instead, he looks calm and relaxed, his hair a cute mess, his fingertips cold as his hands grab my biceps, steadying himself.

“You’re so cool,” I say before I can stop myself, and Dray’s eyes snap open, before he bursts out laughing. “How am I cool right now? What part of any of that was cool?” I just snort, smiling as he leans his forehead back against mine.

“You did that so easily! And how come- when I’m on the bottom, I need like ten years to get used to the feeling, but you look- how come you look fine?! Obviously, it’s great if you’re not in pain, but- oh no,” I say, a startling realisation dawning on me.

Dray raises an eyebrow, stroking my cheek gently. “Is my dick that tiny?” I say seriously, but luckily Dray gets that it’s a joke, and just starts laughing again. “Listen, Fyfe, I’ve been on the bottom in most relationships more often than not, I just have more practice than you,” he says gently, kissing my cheek.

I smile into his neck, wrapping my arms around his back and pressing myself into his chest, looking up into his dark eyes. Dray catches my gaze with his, his smile radiant, and an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia overcomes me as I think back to what struck me about Dray in the first place.

His utterly unreserved and absolutely beautiful smile.

“I love you,” I whisper, watching his eyes as he melts into me a little bit, before he whispers “I love you too. Now please start moving,” into my ear, and I feel a laugh bubble up in my chest. Dray holds my shoulders, one hand steadying himself whilst his other smooths up and down my shoulder to hold my neck as he watches me.

In the end, most of our love-making session is just spent with us gazing into each other’s eyes, and I’m not even paying attention to his noises and facial expressions; I’m too caught up in the love in his irises.

Eventually the spell is broken when Dray closes his eyes, the arche of his body pushing him closer to me as I let out a small grunt, thrusting myself more deeply into him. “Fuck, Fyfe, I’m close!” Dray exclaims, falling against my chest slightly as I feel his channels clench around me.

We both moan as we come simultaneously, our sounds sealed between us as our kiss deepens. We hold each other tightly but gently, our fingers tangled together as we lean back against the wall.

We stay like that for a while, my fingers tracing shapes into Dray’s back whilst his head rests on my shoulder. He occasionally kisses my neck softly, the gesture sweet and sensual without necessarily being sexual.

I really love when he does that. I love being able to be intimate with Dray, yes, in a sexual way, but also just…holding hands, or a kiss on the cheek, or our foreheads pressed together. “You’re so precious,” I whisper.

Dray sits up slightly, his smile warm and unreservedly tender. “Hmm, maybe so, but you’re the real treasure here.”

I never thought something cheesy like that would make me so happy. But to be honest, I don’t think it really matters what Dray says, because although his words are sweet, his eyes and smile are what really tell me the extent of his love.

Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing the words too, but. I just like knowing that when Dray says something like that, he really does mean it. He honestly loves me, just as much as I love him.

Which means, he loves me a lot. But it’s not like I didn’t already know that anyway. Dray makes sure to show me how much I mean to him everyday. And I literally couldn’t ask for more. Dray is more than enough, just the way he is.