Page 44 of Merrick

Wilder pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a photo of Merrick, saving it just like the other man had done for him. When he got older and looked back on their relationship, this would be a special moment. He knew it.

He knew they would have a future. He knew they would last.

“Merrick,” he said, voice soft and sure.

Merrick heard him then, setting down a wooden spoon and turning toward the sound of his voice. “You startled me.”

“Didn’t mean to.” Wilder crooked his finger, beckoned Merrick closer.

He turned down the heat on the stove and went to Wilder. Wilder wanted Merrick on his knees, much in the same way he had that very first morning when he woke up to find Merrick had made him coffee. But he wanted more than that. He wanted everything.

“Will the food keep for five minutes?” he asked.

Merrick reached him and nodded, and Wilder took Merrick’s face into his hands and slanted their mouths together in a slow and deep kiss. He was angry he had clothes on, the starchedfabric keeping the feel of Merrick’s chest away from him. He yanked the tails of his shirt out of his pants and fought the buttons undone until he was able to get their stomachs aligned.

Merrick moved his hands without asking and without being told, loosening the knot on Wilder’s tie and undoing the top two buttons that would give both of them access. Merrick shoved Wilder’s shirt off his shoulders, pushing Wilder into the wall for how hard they were kissing.

“Get on your knees,” Wilder demanded. “I need your mouth.”

In their days together, their understanding of what Merrick wanted when he asked for free use had changed more than once. At first, of course, it had been focused on penetrative sex, but that wasn’t sustainable in the long term. They’d talked and agreed Merrick’s mouth and his hands were as much a part of the deal as his cock, and so he was available for use whenever Wilder wanted him that way.

Which was often.

Merrick went to his knees, already practiced, and Wilder undid his pants. They moved as one and before he knew it, his cock was tucked into the wet heat of Merrick’s throat.

“Hands behind your head.”

Another adaptation they’d made because, for as much as Wilder loved when Merrick took some form of control over the blow jobs, that eliminated the use aspect to some degree. Wilder’s man wanted to be objectified, so objectified he would be. Wilder braced himself with both hands against the top of Merrick’s head and he made quick work of chasing an orgasm in the back of Merrick’s throat. He focused on the suction and the hot press of Merrick’s tongue, and then his back bowed forward as he came in Merrick’s mouth.

He wanted to help Merrick up, to kiss him and taste himself there, but that was also not an every time thing. It was his job to meet Merrick’s needs, and this was sometimes one of them.Wilder eased himself out of Merrick’s mouth and tucked himself back into his pants, using his fingers to untangle Merrick’s from the back of his head.

“Good boy.” He patted Merrick’s cheek. “You can finish dinner now.”

When Merrick stood, Wilder looked at his erection. He’d been right earlier that Merrick was only wearing jeans. The top of his pubic hair was visible above the zipper as was the thick base of his swelling cock. Wilder loved when Merrick was hard. It was so fun.

“It’s just about done,” Merrick told him, voice hoarse. “Was just giving the sauce one last stir.”

Wilder looked at the wooden spoon, an idea already cooking in the back of his head for later. He had to be up early for work in the morning, but it would be worth it.

“Are we eating in the living room?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Wilder left Merrick to finish the meal. Left his submissive to do what he needed to do.

Ten minutes later, Merrick met him in the living room, two plates balanced on one arm and two bottles of water in the other. Merrick set it all down, pulled silverware and napkins out of his back pocket and put those down too.

“Is water okay?”

“Water is ideal,” Wilder said.

Merrick had made some sort of chicken and pasta in a cream sauce, and it smelled divine. It wasn’t ideal for end-of-night activities, but they had plenty of options available that didn’t need to involve Wilder taking Merrick’s delightful cock up his ass.

“This smells amazing,” he said, and Merrick sank down onto the floor beside him with an adorable smile on his face that Wilder also wanted a picture of for posterity’s sake.

“Thank you.”