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“Do you know the stoplight system?” Lio asked, one night, over drinks.
“Of course I do,” Galo replied.
It was a very weird question.
“And you’re comfortable using it?” Lio said.
“It’s pretty easy to remember,” Galo scoffed.
“Oh,” Lio said. “Good to know.”
Galo did not, at that point, realise why Lio cared about his adherence to traffic safety laws.
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Three weeks after the end of the world, Lio invited himself over to Galo’s apartment. It wasn’t much to speak of, a tiny studio in a relatively untouched corner of the city. Galo didn’t even have a coat rack or a hall closet. Lio had to leave his boots by the door and his coat folded neatly on the kitchen table. His black, leather gloves were also removed, slowly, tugged loose, finger by finger. He had his eyes locked with Galo’s for every moment of it.
“So, what do you want to do?” Galo asked. “We could watch a movie…”
Lio threaded his newly bare hand through Galo’s hair and pulled.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
“Okay,” Galo replied.
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Galo’s desires had always been very nebulous and abstract. His past experience consisted of his own hand and porn, which hadn’t been superbly informative. It was, therefore, incredibly helpful to find out that Lio knew exactly what he wanted and that was Galo face down, ass fucked.
“Oh god,” Galo whimpered.
Lio slapped his ass and Galo tightened like a vice around the first cock that had ever owned him.
“Do you like that,” Lio said, just a little meanly.
Galo moaned pitifully. Words had fled him. His hole was hot and sore and transcendent. Lit up with the slick fuck fuck fuck of Lio’s cock inside him, each snap his hips when he thrust so deep into Galo’s body. Galo’s arms had failed him five minutes in and now he was pressed chest down against the sheets, Lio’s grip the only thing keeping his hips up. Galo knew his cock was dripping, untouched. When he’d tried otherwise, Lio had smacked his hand away and told him he’d come on Lio’s dick like a good boy, or not at all.
“I’m going to make you suck it, later,” Lio said, ever ready with another stream of orgasmic filth.
Galo panted, “Uh, uh.”
“How do you want it, Galo? On your face or in your mouth.”
“I don’t know,” Galo said, shaking and desperate.
“Maybe both,” Lio said, with a nasty grind of his hips that sparked every nerve in Galo’s body. “Make your face all sticky while you hold my cum on your tongue.”
Galo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Do you swallow, Galo? You’re going to swallow mine.” His voice was a heady growl in Galo’s ear.
“Yes, Sir…”
“Oh fuck, you’re perfect,” Lio said, aggression slipping for a moment as he curled his hand into Galo’s hair once more and petted him sweetly.
Galo had his head turned to the side, so he could breathe better. It meant he could meet Lio’s eyes as the other man looked at him with fond approval. Galo’s hips went warm and liquid, receptive, ready for Lio to fuck him hard again. Lio did some wonderful grind and dip with his next thrust, pressing hard and slow against Galo’s prostate. Galo’s hands gripped at the sheets.
“Lio, Lio…”
Lio picked up his pace but didn’t change his rhythm. Galo felt something swell inside him, intimidating, a pulse that grew and grew, entirely unfamiliar. He cried out, not sure if he wanted to press into it or squirm away. His body shook, his voice went high.
“That’s it,” Lio said.
Galo whined. Too much, too much, but he wanted Lio to make him take it. He couldn’t build this exquisite pain, this terrible pleasure on his own. Galo hadn’t known he could do this, that his body could be made do this.
Above him, Lio panted, groaned. He took his pleasure from Galo’s body like it was owed to him and all Galo had to do was take it.
“It’s so much,” Galo whined.
Lio fucked him harder, breath catching. Galo was so close, desperate, if he could just touch his cock, he’d cum and break apart like a star exploding. So close—
“D-don’t…”
Don’t stop.
Lio stopped.
“Galo?” Lio asked.
And then he pulled his dick out.
“No, no, no,” Galo cried, empty and bereft. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, Lio, please!”
“Fuck,” Lio hissed and just like that he was inside again, railing him, so hard Galo slid forward on the mattress and had to brace his arms against the wall.
His hips slipped, finally, pressed down against the sheets, and Lio followed him, shifted his legs until they framed Galo’s own, his feet hooked around the inside of Galo’s knees. He curled his arms under Galo’s body so he could grip his shoulders. Lio fucked selfishly, not even aiming for Galo’s sweet spot anymore, and that just made it hotter. Galo’s cock brushed against the sheets as his swollen little hole took Lio’s dick. That was what it was for. He hadn’t known.
Lio pressed flat against Galo’s back, cock in deep, and brushed his lips against Galo’s ear.
“I’m going to cum in you,” he said.
Galo moaned, pitifully.
“Thank me for it,” Lio said, his voice full of grit.
“Thank you, Lio,” Galo cried.
“Galo?”
“Yes, Sir,” Galo slurred, fuck-stupid.
“Tighten your little fuck hole and cum,” he hissed.
Galo’s body went incandescent, helpless around Lio’s pitiless cock, milking it as it worked him past mindless orgasm into twitching sensitivity. The centre of it, the needy little gland inside him, sent sweet, sharp shocks through his body as Lio fucked against it. Galo could help but squirm and whine as Lio used him.
“Want me to stop?” Lio asked, hips stilling.
“Want you to cum,” Galo pleaded.
Lio thrust inside him, hard, twice, three times, and then he shouted wordlessly into Galo’s shoulder and came.
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“I didn’t know I could do that,” Galo said once he could speak again.
Lio had rolled off his back and pulled Galo against his chest. He was playing with Galo’s hair, his fingers gentle. In the matter of minutes, he had turned from a demanding sexual demon into a doting boyfriend. Both were version of Lio that Galo hadn’t met before, but found he liked.
“You were amazing,” Lio said, with a little kiss against Galo’s forehead. “You took it so well.”
“I’ve never done that before,” Galo said, breathlessly.
“I didn’t go over the top, did I?” Lio asked.
“It was a bit intense,” Galo admitted. “But I liked it.”
“Mmm, good.” Lio nuzzled against his hair.
“Is it always like that?” Galo asked.
Lio paused for a moment.
“Galo,” he said, his voice slow and purposeful. “You have subbed before, right?”
“What’s that?” Galo asked.
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“Galo, I was not talking about bunk beds.”
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An hour and one very awkward conversation later, they were both standing at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water. Galo kept his arm around Lio’s shoulders as the other man looked bleakly into the middle distance.
“It was an honest mistake,” Galo said.
“I can’t believe I misunderstood you that badly,” Lio replied.
Galo shrugged, “I mean, I am an idiot. I’m not that surprised.”
“You’re not an—” Lio closed his eyes. “Okay, I know I’ve said words to that effect before, but I don’t think you’re stupid and I don’t want you to think I consider you that way.”
“Oh, yeah I know. I know I’m not stupid, I just do things while ignoring the potential consequences. Constantly.”
Lio looked at him, eyes wide.
“I mean, I am a firefighter,” Galo said. “It’s a valid approach to the field.”
Lio put both his hands on Galo’s cheeks, a despairing expression upon his face.
“And no one stops you from acting like this?” he said.
Galo thought about it. “I’m hard to pin down,” Galo replied.
“Okay,” Lio said. “Okay.”
“Are you alright?” Galo asked.
“You and I are going to have a long talk, and we’re going to write some things down, and I won’t go off the cuff again.”
“Alright.”
“And we’re going to learn to communicate better.”
“You know I’d never let you do anything that’d upset me, right?” Galo said.
Lio tucked his head into the space between Galo’s neck and shoulder.
“Yeah, but I need you to remember that, even if you’re trying to make me happy,” Lio said.
“Okay,” Galo replied.
“Can we cuddle some more?”
“Sure. I like cuddling.”
“You are so cute,” Lio said.
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“I know this is bad timing,” Galo asked, once they were back in bed. “But do you think we could do something later while you’re wearing your leather pants?”
“I can’t believe I found you,” Lio replied.
“That’s good, right?” Galo asked.
Lio petted his hand through Galo’s hair again.
“It’s very good,” he replied.