“I don’t know and don’t care.” Drix shrugged.
“You don’t know or don’t want to tell me?”
“Nobody is saying anything crazy about you. A blog posted that you passed out and that me and both of our teams went to the hospital. That’s it. No specifics were shared.”
“That’s not bad.”
“And even if it was, that shit don’t even matter for real.” Drix climbed to his feet and took his empty plate with him.
He set it in the sink and finished his water then walked back over to me. I squeaked when he spun my chair to the side and grabbed me, quickly boosting me over his shoulder.
“I didn’t finish eating,” I blurted.
“You ate two out of three.” He gripped the base of my thighs as he walked. “That’s good enough. We don’t want you to force it and end up getting a fucked up relationship with food.”
I damn near melted in his grasp from that statement. There wasn’t a singular question in my mind that Drix and I weren’t faking anymore. He cared immensely and made that clear not only by what he said but how he navigated our newly integrated lives.
He dropped me onto my bed and I bounced slightly before I reached for my shirt and Drix reached for the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. We shed our clothes. I sat up and reached for Drix’s neck. As soon as he leaned over me, my mouth slammed against his and I did my best to pull him into me, making him chuckle against my mouth before climbing into the bed and over me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands slid beneath my body. We held on to each other while we kissed and I felt his dick hardening between us.
“I thought I was supposed to be tasting you, Yo,” Drix grumbled.
“I don’t want you to taste me. I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” He leaned down and kissed my throat.
“Mhm.” I ran my hands up and down his back.
“Whatever you want.”
He reached between us and I grabbed his wrist. He lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m in charge this time.”
Drix scoffed. “Word?”
“Mhm. So move.” I put my hand on his chest and lightly pushed him.
He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out on either side.
“Alright. Have your way with me then, Yo.”
“I plan to.”
I leaned over and kissed his mouth softly then shifted down the bed. Berlin had taken my soul the first time we’d slept together and now I just wanted to return that favor. I slipped between his legs and looked up at him as I kissed the head of his dick two slow times before running my tongue along it. Berlin pushed himself up and I looked up at him. His eyes met mine and I moaned at the eye contact. He reached down and cupped my face lightly but didn’t try to move or lead me.
I went from twirling my tongue around the head of his dick to sucking it, then sticking my tongue out and forcing my head down as far as it could go. His dick nudged the back of my throat and I gagged slightly before pushing myself a little bit more.
“Fuck, Yo.” His thumb traced my cheek.
I kept going, bobbing my head and making myself gag over and over, my spit slipping out of my mouth around the base of his dick and balls. My eyes watered and I shut them briefly.
“You look so pretty choking on that dick, baby.” Drix grabbed my face in both hands and wiped the water beneath my eyes.
I was liable to actually throw up when I let my head lift all the way and gasped. I had spit slipping down my chin but I sniffed deeply and stroked his dick. He gripped my arms and yanked me up. He licked up the little dribble of spit still on mychin then slammed our mouths together, immediately sliding his tongue against mine. We kissed each other frantically, both of us holding the other’s face.
I was still breathing heavily when we pulled apart.