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This keeps happening.
Yomiel had only been babysitting for Cabanela for about three months; it was only supposed to be a ‘couple days a week’ type gig. Watch his daughter while he was at work. She walks herself home from school, so just keep an eye on her until he could manage to drag himself away from the station, whenever that would be. Put her to bed, then head home when he got back.
This was the sixth week in a row where Yomiel had found himself lounging on the Cabanela household couch past 11pm, with a drink in his hand and the hottest man he’d ever met in his life sitting beside him. The sixth straight week of pretending he was a perfectly ordinary babysitter who didn’t have the hots for his employer.
He didn’t understand how this kept happening.
It probably had something to do with the way Cab would clap a heavy hand on his shoulder, smile gratefully down at him through thick lashes and go “Thaaanks for watching her, baby”. It could also be the way he would slyly reach for two glasses instead of one, quirk a brow in Yomiel’s direction and pour him a drink the moment he nodded. The way their hands would brush when Cab handed him the glass, the way he swore the man let his touch linger…
Yomiel had convinced himself he was imagining things- conflating completely ordinary actions with mutual attraction- but tonight he was finding it harder and harder to believe he was being delusional. Nothing about this had been ‘ordinary’, but honestly nothing with Cabanela ever was.
The two of them were relaxing on the couch, as had become their routine, with some cheesy romcom half-ignored on the tv and plenty of ice in their drinks to combat the recent heatwave. It’d been disgusting all week, hot and humid, and being inside didn’t help much either. Yomiel had to toss his sunglasses aside because he’d been sweating so much that they kept sliding down his nose, but despite that, the heat had failed to ruin their night.
What made tonight stand out, though, was that Cabanela had gone and changed into black sport shorts and a skin tight undershirt; the shirt clung to his chest and stomach, barely able to contain the finely toned body underneath, and the shorts… Gods, the shorts. He might as well be in his boxers, they were so skimpy. So revealing . He could see the man’s underwear without even trying.
"Red briefs? Hm." Yomiel comments before he can think better of it. The alcohol in his system was going straight to his brain tonight, it seems.
“It's hooot, baby,” Cabanela starts, flapping the hem of his shorts to drive the point, “I gotta air out.” Yomiel swallows at the sight of the sweat soaked fabric, darkening the material where it folds at his thigh. He has to choke down more cider before he opens his mouth and says something stupid, like how he wants to taste him, the salt of sweat on his skin, how Cab should strip all the way and show him every inch of tanned skin. How he should take Yomiel right there and hold nothing back. Fucking hell.
Is this normal for him? Charming the babysitter with that pretty smile and easy demeanor, offering them a drink or three, then lounging barely-dressed beside them on the couch? Was this a come-on, or was Cabanela genuinely oblivious? He didn’t seem like a one night stand guy, but the casual attitude and the obvious way he’s displaying himself- the fact that he had no shame being half naked in front of someone he’d hired to watch his kid-!?
Not that Yomiel was complaining. Fuck, this was right out of his dreams- but that’s exactly why it seemed too good to be true. Surely Cabanela wasn’t drooling over Yomiel in the same way, so why was he giving him that half-lidded gaze over the rim of his glass- why tug his shirt up to expose a sliver of his stomach and show off his happy trail… why do any of this?
He didn’t know what to make of the situation, but the alcohol heating his face and building arousal thrumming in his veins was the perfect combination to break down his inhibitions.
The moment their conversation lulls, his curiosity (and a hint of desperation) takes over.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” Yomiel asks warily. Cab tilts his head to the side the way a puppy would, innocent-like, complete with irresistible eyes and all.
"Doing whaaat?" Cab toys with the rim of his glass without looking, acting puzzled, but there - that's the conniving twitch at the corner of his mouth where he fights a smirk. Exactly what Yomiel was talking about.
"You're up to something." Yomiel accuses, "You're… buttering me up. Or something."
"You want something from me."
“I’m nooot sure what you mean, baby.” Cabanela’s mouth quirks into a lopsided smile, running a hand through his hair as he relaxes against the banana plushie his daughter had left on the couch. As goofy as the sight of an adult man cuddled with a smiley-faced plushie should be, the movement makes his arm flex, his chest protruding, sweat beading on his neck… He’s got to be doing this on purpose. No one looking the way he does could be doing this by accident- he knows exactly what he’s showing off.
Yomiel wants to point that out, but doing so would mean admitting out loud that he thinks Cabanela is probably the most attractive man he’s ever met, and he’s definitely not drunk enough for that kind of confession.
“You keep inviting me to stay for a drink- even without the murderous heatwave. It can’t just be because you ‘enjoy my company’.” Yomiel scoffs, taking a healthy swig of his almost-empty drink, convincing himself it will make this interrogation look more like casual conversation.
“I like spending time with you.” Cabanela laughs a little, smiling wide enough that his eyes crinkle at the corners. The grin widens when Yomiel narrows his eyes suspiciously.
"Is thaaat really so surprising?" Cab chuckles, "I do enjoy your company- and it's lonely being a single father with a busy career. I’ve gotta corner you whiiile I can."
“...Alright.” Yomiel flat tones, fighting how his face burns, “And what's with the-'' He gestures at Cabanela and how he’s splayed out on the couch like a godsdamnned model. It’s dangerous going down this line of questioning, but with his inhibitions lowered and those toned thighs on display, he’s finding it hard to keep himself quiet.
"I tooold you, it's hot!" The older man fans himself with one hand dramatically, and juts his chin at Yomiel’s fully clothed self, “ I don't know hooow you're still so dressed, baby.” Don’t call me ‘baby’ when you’re half-dressed and making moon eyes at me-!
"....I'm not in the habit of stripping in other people's homes." Yomiel glowered at him. Not yet , anyways. He is sweating horribly, clothes sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He already feels exposed without his shades, but he’s not going to get naked just because Cabanela asks. Probably.
“Maybe you should be.” Cabanela winks.
Yomiel nearly chokes on his cider, coughing. He can’t be serious.
He stares Cab down and waits for him to take it back, to say it’s a joke- but he doesn’t. Cab just grins back at him, raking his gaze up and down his body in a manner that was hardly subtle, and very much expectant. For him to undress or for him to attack, Yomiel isn’t sure. There’s no other way to take it- Cabanela wants him- but it doesn’t seem real. Surely this was some platonic teasing gone too far, the older man trying to rile him up (the way he loved to do) and see how far he could go. Well, fine.
He puts down his drink and sits up, twisting on his side to peel off his pants. If the guy was going to tease him like that, he might as well call his bluff.
One quick movement and Yomiel is tossing his pants onto the floor, sighing in relief as he frees his sweaty legs and slumps low in his seat, watching Cabanela out the corner of his eye to gauge his response.
“There.” he declares, grabbing his cider again and downing the rest of it, melted ice and all. Two can play at this game, asshole.
“Not the shiiirt first!?” Cab was spluttering, eyes wide and staring at the pale skin of his legs. He looks shocked, mouth agape and hand tightening on his glass as he takes in a half-naked Yomiel.
Ah. Right. Yomiel feels his moment of gusto fade instantly.
Why did he pick pants first?! What the hell was wrong with him?? He was so caught up in the weird tension in the air and the buzz of alcohol in his brain that he was thinking too many steps ahead- already picturing what Cabanela’s cock looked like pressed between his thighs, the way his back would arch and muscles would flex with every thrust into him, how that stupid gorgeous face would look slack with pleasure, what he sounded like when he-
Fuck . This is fucking embarrasing. He hadn’t even told the man about his ‘situation’.
It’s too late now; especially with said situation all but bared naked in front of him. It has to be painfully obvious that Yomiel isn’t sporting the usual package, but he’s past the point of return, and he really doesn’t feel like explaining himself. The best he can hope for is…. well, he can hope in a minute, when Cab isn’t staring at him.
“...Is there a problem?” Yomiel raises an eyebrow, trying to maintain his aloof attitude to recover some semblance of dignity, “Lost interest in seeing me undressed already?”
Cabanela adjusts in his seat. "Am I thaaat off my flirting game? Though I guess it did get your pants off, so maybe it's working." Cabanela takes a sip of his drink- and he’s looking . He isn’t even being subtle about it, he’s fucking staring , right at his crotch- at the clear lack of bulge there- and he looks starved for it.
Yomiel is stunned into silence. Even with the man practically stating it outright, he still refused to believe it. He- no, there was no way Cabanela was– he couldn’t be propositioning him?
Wasn’t there meant to be a date before this kind of thing!?
He opens and closes his mouth a few times to speak but nothing comes out, unable to find a good retort. He knows for a fact he must be bright red by now, neck and chest flushed, but he’s pinned under the lustful haze Cabanela radiates in his direction. What the hell had happened to get him here, almost naked on the man’s couch and stared down like he was water in a desert, legs slightly parted and mind hazy with need. It felt like a wet dream, the ones that led to Yomiel drowning himself in a cold shower after wearing out the batteries of his toy.
On top of that, Cab was just sitting there looking like this was all part of his plan- smug and giddy while Yomiel made an ass of himself. Like… like he knew how bad Yomiel wanted him and was toying with him this whole time, dangling himself in the air like a piece of meat before a dog. The audacity of this man!
Yomiel strips his shirt off faster than either of them can process and flings it at Cabanela’s annoyingly pretty face in retribution- which results in Cab bursting into laughter and nearly spilling his drink as it smothers his face. He throws his head back and laughs, body shaking as he half-heartedly attempts to keep quiet, gods forbid Lynne should wake up now . Bastard . He thinks this is funny ?
Yomiel wants to shut him up- so he moves in closer and shoves at his shoulder with both hands, which does nothing but make the man laugh harder. Cab pulls the shirt off his face and tosses it aside, beaming at him.
“So it iiis working!”
“Shut up! Nothing’s 'working'-” Yomiel snaps, “It’s hot . Don't give yourself so much credit.” He’s avoiding eye contact, worried he’ll see right through him, but in doing so he ends up staring at the large bulge between Cab’s thighs instead. The very large, definitely hardening bulge. Shit, if he was as big as he seemed, he might not be able to…
“Yooou're the one who decided to take your pants off first. Hinting at something, baby?” Cabanela teases back, still coming down from his fit of laughter. Yomiel decides he’s not going to dignify that with a response- which has nothing to do with how distracted he is by the chest hair that peeks out past Cab’s neckline, or the sheen of sweat on that tanned neck. He hadn’t noticed, sitting on the other end of the couch, but now that he was up close, he wanted to drink in every detail.
It’s hard to pretend he’s unaffected by the sight before him; especially since he’s struggling to tear his eyes away.
Yomiel wants to know what it feels like to kiss along his jaw, to feel the shape of his thighs, to run his hands through that perfectly styled and graying hair.
He knows Cab is looking at the scars on his chest. He isn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t desire . Those hazel eyes dip down further to stare at the space between his legs again- and Cabanela was practically salivating, breath stuttering in his chest when Yomiel spread his legs to let him get a better look. Fuck, fuck , this was too much, too perfect. This had to be a dream.
Cabanela reaches out to him slowly and begins to run his hands along the line of Yomiel’s body like he’d set out to memorize every dip and curve, feeling every inch. The man’s hands are calloused, but the touch is gentle, sliding up the plane of his stomach and along his ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Yomiel isn’t sure what to do, shivering as he allows the careful caressing of his body. Cabanela thumbs along the lines of his chest scars, lips parted.
“Gods, you’re pretty…” Cabanela breathes out, a quiet confession. It startles an undignified high-pitched whine from the back of Yomiel’s throat. It’s clear Cab hadn’t meant to say it aloud, his eyes widening in surprise.
“What did you just say?” The words come out harsher than intended, instinctually trying to put up a defense to hide how the compliment had hit him right in the gut. His throat feels tight. It’s like he’s forgotten how to breathe properly, hyper aware of the large hands cupping his chest that follow the rise and fall of his lungs.
He isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol affecting his thought processes or if the reaction is automatic, but Yomiel’s legs part even wider, inviting.
He knows he’s wet, and he knows Cabanela can see it.
Neither of them move, transfixed by the sight of the other barely dressed, flushed and dripping from the oppressive heat. The ambient noise of the room grows quiet. Yomiel feels like a man possessed, trembling from the effort to keep himself sane. He can’t stop his heart from trying to break out of his ribcage, chest thudding so loudly he couldn't hear himself think.
Cabanela, for his part, is still looking at him like a starved man being offered a veritable feast; torn on where to indulge first.
“Fuck it.” This was taking way too long, he’s far too tipsy, and his patience had more than run out; especially since Cab was all but throwing himself at him. He swings a leg up and over, planting himself in Cabanela’s lap and balancing his hands on the man’s shoulders. Cab tenses up in surprise, hands hovering in the air over Yomiel’s waist like he wants to grab hold.
“En-enough staring.” Yomiel glares at him, “If you want this then do something. ” This needed to get going before Cab changed his mind- before he sobered up and Yomiel woke up from this too-perfect dream.
Cab blinks at him, staring back like a deer in headlights. Seriously? This guy was going to just, what, ask him to strip and get him all worked up for nothing? Ogle him, tell him he’s pretty, and then not take responsibility? Cabanela swallows thickly, a bead of sweat on his brow.
“Are you suuure, baby?” Cab brushes his knuckles against the inside of Yomiel’s wrist, “I really like you.” He speaks soft and earnest, like he actually means it. How was he capable of being so stupidly genuine in a moment like this? It was making Yomiel’s chest flutter, warmth spreading through his body that he couldn’t blame on the alcohol or heat in his gut.
“ Fuck. ” Yomiel hissed under his breath. He- fuck, he was being so considerate it made him want to punch the guy and kiss him stupid at the same time. He tightens his grip on Cab’s shoulders, startling him, but Yomiel carefully avoids meeting those eager eyes.
“Yes.” Yomiel grits his teeth at the admission, “Just- hurry up.”
In his peripheral, he can see Cabanela’s smile grow wider, flashing teeth.
“...We haaave to be quiet, or she’ll wake up.” Cab murmurs, putting a finger to his lips, “Can you keep quiet for me?”
…Right. Lynne is asleep just down the hall. The reality of the situation is starting to hit him, allowing doubt to creep into the back of his mind. He needs Cabanela to do something immediately, before his senses catch up to him.
“ Yes. ” he bites out, “Stop stalling.”
Cab is giving him a look that threatens to stop his heart, full of adoration, even as he plays with the seam of Yomiel’s underwear.
“If you insist.” Cabanela grins and kisses at the corner of his mouth, scruff scratching at Yomiel’s face. Easing the blond out of his lap, Cabanela leans back casually on the arm of the couch and gestures down at his shorts, “...Mind heeelping me out of this?” Apparently, he’s perfectly comfortable having his dick out in the living room- or maybe he didn’t want to waste time scrambling for the bedroom. Yomiel didn’t care, just as long as he got something .
With a huff, Yomiel obliges. Shaking hands tug the waistband of both garments down just enough to free him, and Yomiel is stunned into silence by the sight before him.
Cabanela was massive . Fuck, he figured he would be with the size of that bulge, but… gods . Even half hard, it was thicker than any toy he owned, and longer without a doubt… Now he was starting to worry the man wouldn’t be able to fit.
Yomiel reaches out to grab hold of it- still half convinced he was imagining this entire night and would wake at any moment- but he stops short. Self consciously, he tries to recover by putting his hand on Cab’s thigh, but then he’s holding Cabanela’s naked thigh and it’s so thick and toned and warm… Yomiel rips his hand away like he’s been burned, feeling his face flush.
“Something wrong?” There was obvious amusement in the older man’s voice.
“I…” Gods, was this guy real??
“Y..you’re big.” Yomiel manages eventually, then catches himself, “I mean, uh. I’ve seen bigger.” It’s a lie, but he doesn’t want to stroke the man’s ego any more than he already has. There’s a suspicious gleam in Cab’s eyes that he doesn’t like the look of.
“I gueeess you must have a sonar for it then,” Cabanela kisses his cheek, “...Are you some kind of size queen?” Yomiel makes an undignified squawk.
“I’m not- !” his face is burning, “ I’m not a-!!” Yomiel shoves the man’s chest, furious at his bluff being called, “Fuck you!” Cabanela looks like he wants to say something stupid like ‘that’s the plan!’, so Yomiel shoves him a few more times for good measure, even if the man only laughs in response.
With a final push, Yomiel backs off. But… all he’s capable of doing is staring- he doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his life, forcing him to squeeze his thighs together for relief, and he can’t even begin to decide where to start. He wants to taste the salt of his skin, to take Cabanela in his mouth and memorize him with his tongue- he wants to kiss along his length and hear what sounds Cab will make when he does. He wants… he doesn’t know what he wants anymore, thoughts fizzling out. He’s never felt so overtaken by need- he hardly allowed himself to fantasize like this, and now it’s too much to handle.
What the fuck am I supposed to do in this situation!
“Baby, you’re allowed to touch it.” Cab stifles a laugh and spreads his legs wider, “...It’s yours.” The older man winks at him and it takes another minute for Yomiel’s sluggish brain to catch up.
“What?” Yomiel continues to stare at the massive cock in Cab’s lap, which had started to bead precum at the dark tip, “...Oh.” And then it hits him that he’d said ‘ It’s yours’ like some kind of cheesy ass pick up line (he’d be damned before he admit that it worked on him) and Yomiel glowers at him as if it’ll hide how red his face is getting. Cabanela smiles back at him innocently, batting his lashes and looking downright sinful in the low light of the room. His voice is low when he speaks again.
“Go on,” Cab wiggles his hips playfully, “I dooon’t bite.” Yomiel glares at him, unamused, but Cabanela isn’t fazed. He leans back into the couch and rolls his hips, and his stupidly perfect cock lays across his toned abdomen like it’s being served up on a silver platter.
…There’s precum in his happy trail.
Fuck.
“...I won’t be able to wrap my hand around it...” Yomiel thinks, worrying his bottom lip.
“And yooou said you weren’t a size queen.” Cab teases, and Yomiel realizes it’d been his turn to speak his internal thoughts aloud. Shit .
“Shut up.” he snaps defensively, “And stop showing off.” He scowls at the older man, who continues to grin like a bastard. He wants to shut the man up definitively, to overwhelm him with pleasurable touch and drive him to the edge, but Yomiel hesitates. It’s not like he’s a virgin or anything, he’s been around a dick before, but this felt… completely different. (Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t want to mess this up, didn’t want to disappoint Cabanela’s weirdly high expectations of him. Maybe it was because he’d never dealt with someone this huge before, or maybe he was hyper aware of how he’d only known the man a few months and now he was naked on his couch…)
“I thought you wanted to touch it,” Cabanela teases, guiding Yomiel’s hand to wrap around his cock as much as his size will allow, completely engulfing the younger man’s hand with his own.
“Caban–!” Yomiel chokes. It’s hot in his grip- and he was right about it being too big for him to hold. The tips of his fingers don’t even touch.
Cabanela begins to slowly thrust into their hands, sighing in relief. Yomiel is helpless to watch the pump of Cab’s cock into his fist, ears ringing and eyes wide. Oh, fuck. Yomiel has to brace by holding onto the man’s shoulder, trying to ground himself; he’s fixated on the dark flush of his tip, the cord of muscle in his thighs when he tenses, and gods , the flutter of lashes when Cab closes his eyes to focus on the tight grip of Yomiel’s hand -
A string of cloudy white begins to drip from his slit; Yomiel startles and wrests his hand from Cabanela’s.
He can’t do this, ohh gods he can’t do this. It’s too much to see Cabanela come undone by his own hand, feeling how he stiffens and twitches against his palm. Yomiel scrambles to sit up and crawl back into Cab’s lap, wanting to get to the main course, but the man stops him.
“Goootta open you up first, baby.”
Cabanela reminds him, a bluntness and a hunger in his voice that goes straight to Yomiel's cunt, further drenching his now probably-ruined underwear. Large hands envelop his waist, and then he's being manipulated around on the couch until Cab is satisfied.
“Lay back for me.”
Yomiel does, finding that a pillow has been placed behind him to support his hips- a fact that makes him both flush and cringe at the same time. Cabanela is considerate, and it will give the man a better view of him, surely, but the pillow is also his daughter's stuffed animal. It's too late to object- Cab is already greedily tugging off Yomiel's underwear and forcing his legs apart to get a good look.
“Ohh, baby …” Cabanela breathes out, voice hoarse, “...You should haaave stripped for me sooner.” Yomiel whines low in the back of his throat and covers his face with his arm. Don’t say things like that!
“You’re soaked .” Cabanela says in disbelief, spreading the lips of his cunt and marvelling in how his blond curls cling together with slick. Yomiel can’t stop himself from clenching up at his tone, mortified and aroused beyond belief knowing that Cab is staring right at his hole, seeing how it pleads for him. He wants to bury himself in that stupid banana pillow and never look Cabanela in the eyes again.
“Nn…”
Cabanela presses the pads of his fingers against his lips and Yomiel parts them without question, knowing what he’s asking for. Not that I really need it. If his senses weren’t already scrambled, they certainly were now that calloused fingertips began grazing the back of his tongue. Cab is quick about it, almost frantic, popping saliva-slicked fingers out of his mouth and down to claim the space between Yomiel’s thighs in one smooth motion.
It feels like he’s on fire. Cabanela gives him a reassuring look and puts a rough hand between Yomiel’s shoulder blades for support, guiding him to lay back all the way and sliding into his hole at the same time. Fuck, his fingers really were massive, already feeling the way he’s made to stretch around two digits.
“You’re so tiiight, baby, relax.” Cabanela soothes, petting his lower stomach- which does anything but help him relax. He’s gentle, as much endearing as he is patient, and it’s scrambling every last part of his brain that had still been holding onto his dignity. Yomiel forces himself to breathe and take it. Cab twists and curls the digits carefully, but the whispers of pleasure make his cunt beg to clench tighter.
“I’m goooing slow,” Cab’s voice rumbles low in his chest. His free hand cups Yomiel’s cheek lovingly, stroking with his thumb. It’s so affectionate, and Yomiel’s stomach flutters nauseatingly, tensing. “...Is this okay?”
Yomiel nods. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do with himself during this, so he just focuses on breathing even when Cabanela works in a third finger. It does hurt a little, but it starts to subside quickly. It doesn’t take long before he’s loosened up, and the heat in his gut has grown insufferable; Yomiel isn’t aware of when he began to grind down, but when he catches himself he stops immediately. When did I become such a needy…!
Cabanela curls all three digits and Yomiel mewls. “Gueeess that means you’re ready for me, “ he murmurs, smiling. Withdrawing his hand, he grabs his cock instead and begins to line up.
“Wait-” Yomiel had almost forgotten with the sluggish pace of his thoughts. Cab obeys immediately, pulling his hand away and sitting back to give him some space. He’s watching the blond attentively, patient, but his brows knit up like he’s worried he’s done something wrong. Yomiel shakes his head.
“We need a….” He lets his gaze flick down in between Cab’s legs. Shit, he really hopes he has a condom; if they can’t go further than this then he feels like he might scream… but gods, it’s not like he knew this was going to happen!
“Alreeeady on it, sweetheart.” Cabanela reaches over to the side table for his wallet and grabs a single condom, tossing the wallet aside. And of course it says ‘XL’ , Yomiel mentally rolls his eyes, even if he knows that out of anyone, Cab would be deserving of the title.
Without breaking eye contact he puts the wrapper between his teeth and tears the foil apart with one fluid motion, grinning down at Yomiel. It’s such a cliche move, but the way it sends a shudder through Yomiels core proves it’s overdone for a reason.
Cabanela rolls on the condom easily, and begins to thrust into his own hand this time. He bows his head and gives in to baser instinct, and it’s… fuck , it’s mesmerizing but…
“S-Stop.” Yomiel manages weakly. Cab obeys.
“Having seeecond thoughts?” he asks, without any obvious judgement. Yomiel swallows audibly.
“You–” You can’t do this, I’m already so close, “You need to hurry the fuck up.” Stop playing with yourself in front of me, I’m right here.
He expects to be teased, but apparently Cabanela is just as desperate, because suddenly he’s holding Yomiel’s legs open and getting into position. Cab lines himself up again, rubbing the tip against Yomiel’s slick hole, taunting him even still. The man’s throat bobs when he swallows, glancing down to meet his eyes.
“Are you sure you still want me to do this? I dooon’t think I can hold myself back once I-”
“Cabanela.” Yomiel pants, “...If you don’t do it right now, ‘m gonna kill you.” A wounded noise like a plea escapes Cab’s lungs, and for once he looks like the one about to fall apart, brows knit and eyes devouring the sight before him.
Cabanela finally starts to move, looking torn between watching himself sink into Yomiel’s cunt and holding the blonde close to his chest. Yomiel makes the decision for him, yanking the older man down to smash their lips together as he starts to push inside, wanting to feel every sigh and hitch of his breath as they join.
He has to break the kiss almost instantly to gasp for air; every inch is testing his limits, stretching him open wider and deeper than felt possible. Yomiel isn’t even sure he’s taking the whole thing, and he feels like he’s being speared apart.
“Wai- oh gods, wait–” Yomiel hisses through clenched teeth, face screwing up as the pressure becomes too much to take. Cabanela stills his hips immediately and pets at Yomiel’s side, reassuring him. It looks like it’s taking tremendous effort for him to resist moving.
“Tell me when.”
It takes a while; even with Yomiel so wet he worries he’s soaked the couch, the prep Cabanela gave him wasn’t enough to let him take the entire length. Yet. After an agonizing amount of time that feels like ten years, his muscles have finally relaxed enough to allow some actual movement. He rolls his hips experimentally and moans at the sensation of being so full.
Taking that as his sign to keep moving, Cab hitches Yomiel’s leg up to wrap around his waist before pushing in deeper.
“ Shit …”
It’s filthy, the way his cunt sounds when Cabanela finally pushes in as far as he’s able, slick and greedy as it tries to pull him in further. Yomiel can’t move, overcome by the stinging pleasure radiating through his body, trying to regulate his breathing. In… out… the arch of his spine makes it difficult, but it’s beyond his control, especially when his cock won’t stop abusing his sensitive walls. In… out….
A deep groan from the other man interrupts him, and then he’s being kissed again without any time to adjust.
“You’re beautiful,” Cab pulls him closer and kisses him like he’s dying, “Gods, you’re so beautiful…” Yomiel trembles despite himself; he feels like he’s falling apart, drowning above water and only finding air in Cabanela’s lungs. Beautiful . He sounded so reverent, so genuine, and the slide of those lips against his own speaks to the same level of affection as his words. It’s too much. He’s too tipsy for this, defenses lowered enough for everything to hit him right in the gut.
Frustrated at how much he’s melting in his arms, Yomiel finds a surge of energy to grab at Cab’s face and kiss him back hard , all teeth and tongue. The older man moans into his mouth and lets Yomiel lead, if only for a moment. The rhythm of his thrusts falters when Yomiel kisses him hard enough to bruise, but it doesn’t take long before Cab is matching his voracity.
Cabanela puts a heavy hand at the back of his neck, keeping Yomiel locked in place as he begins to piston his hips once more, sighing in tandem with Yomiel’s sharp gasp.
“Yomiel…”
Cab holds him like he never wants to let go, caging Yomiel in his arms possessively,
He’s coming undone so quickly, embarrassingly so- and when Cab pulls back slightly to put space between them, Yomiel is startled by the sting of need that rushes through him. When Cab’s rough hand sneaks between them to palm harshly at his clit, that need is replaced with a sharp jolt of electricity running through him.
“ Fuuuuuuuck--!! ” Yomiel throws his head back and whines high and loud. Cabanela immediately throws a hand over his mouth.
“Gotta be quiet , baby.” Cab chides lightly without slowing his pace. He puts exactly the right pressure against his clit and it makes him shake- and then Cab thrusts in deep, hard, straight to his core . The alcohol in his system does nothing to dull the intensity of Cabanela’s touch. F-fucker… It feels like his entire body is on fire, burning inside and out with every brush of those calloused hands.
It’s obscenely unfair , telling Yomiel to be quiet and then abusing his cunt with an onslaught of pleasurable touch. How the fuck was he expected to stay silent when he’s being pounded so hard his insides will probably bruise, forced to remold around Cabanela’s thick length while his clit is toyed with.
“Mmn-” Yomiel’s already drooling all over his hand, and it makes him feel used and filthy, eyes starting to roll back, “Hhn-ngh-!” His voice is muffled, desperate moans and curses and pathetic begging buried behind Cab’s palm.
Faster- fuck, please please go faster-
“Are you always this noisy?” Cabanela teases, removing his hand from Yomiel’s mouth, “This lewd ?” The question is punctuated with a pinch to his clit, and Yomiel gasps brokenly, digging his nails into the muscle of Cab’s back.
“ N-no ,” Yomiel grits out, but it doesn’t sound convincing when he can’t choke back the moans Cabanela coaxes out of him. Cab grins against his neck, rewarding him with a kiss while continuing to roll his clit fervently. He’s absolutely merciless, even as his pace keeps slow and steady. He snaps his hips perfectly , hitting so fucking deep it punches the air out of his lungs.
Yomiel can’t think, can’t move, paralyzed by the sensations overwhelming him. Fuck, Cabanela was so big inside him, going deeper than he’d thought possible, and he could feel himself falling apart with every drag in and out. Somehow he’d known exactly where to aim for and wasted no time chasing his sensitive spots relentlessly. Sweat drips from Cab’s brow onto Yomiel’s chest as he starts to up the pace, panting quietly in his ear.
“I reeaally should have taken you to my bedroom.” Cab murmurs against his jaw, “At least I’ve got a fan in there.”
“Y- you were the one who- fuck - who told me to take my clothes off–!” Yomiel tries to defend himself. It was your stupid cider and cheap seduction techniques that threw me off; I never would have stripped in your living room if I- he cuts his own thoughts off, aware of how ridiculous he sounds.
“Preeetty sure I left you a window to not take your pants off.” Cabanela reminds him. He grabs the blond’s chin and holds him still, kissing him yet again like he’ll never tire of it. Everything is intense; the slide of his tongue, the slam of his hips, the reach of his cock, the smell of sweat and body heat and sex that intoxicated him far more than the cider ever could.
“Were you waiting all night for this? You were so eager to striiip for me…” Cabanela teases as he changes his angle, tugging Yomiel’s hips closer with one hand, “Such a dirty boy.”
“Don’t- fucking say that -” Yomiel whimpers just before Cabanela’s thumb is shoved into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, effectively cutting him off. He growls in frustration, silenced and so so close to his peak, but instead forced to endure this torment . It didn’t matter that it felt fucking incredible, that this was the best he’d ever had- this man had no right to…!
“Mm? You got real tiiight when I did.” Cab breathes a laugh, “As much as I’d looove to do this all night… we’ve gotta wrap this up soon, sweetheart. Before you get too loud and wake up the whooole apartment block.” Despite his words, the man makes no effort to move things along, continuing his rhythm.
“H…Hurry up, then,” Yomiel wraps his legs around Cabanela’s waist to pull him in closer, wanting- no, needing - more. Cabanela takes the command to heart; he slams inside, fucking in and out of Yomiel’s hole with increasing speed.
“You’re doooing so well, sweetheart,” Cabanela coaxes him along with more delicious pressure to his clit, “Take it.”
He rubs Yomiel’s clit with unmatched intensity, moving faster the more the blond writhes underneath him. Yomiel can’t control himself anymore, keening and choking back half-sobs.
“C-Cabanela, fuck --” Yomiel tenses up, arms locked around the older man’s neck. Gods, he’s close, he’s so close-
“Go on, baby,” Cabanela’s loving tone is at odds with the filthy sound of his cock slamming into his cunt, “Theeere’s a good boy.”
That does it- Yomiel comes with a strangled cry, arching into Cabanela’s chest, scrabbling desperately at the man above him as he grapples with the overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through his body, nails digging in and hitching Cab’s shirt up his back. The man doesn’t relent in his pace, even with Yomiel spasming around him; in fact, it seems to push him to the brink. Cab groans loudly and fucks him faster , filling the room with the slick sound of Yomiel’s cum and the slap of their thighs.
“...feel so good…” Cab babbles, out of breath, “..peeerfect, baby… fuck, just like that-” Cabanela bows his head and rests it on Yomiel’s shoulder, panting into his neck. Yomiel can’t do anything, can’t speak, still fighting to breathe again- but he doesn’t get the chance before Cab is kissing him again.
Cabanela gives a final harsh thrust, snapping his hips and moaning into Yomiel’s mouth as he finds his release, devouring the small whimpers torn from the younger man’s throat. Buried to the hilt, Cab rolls his hips a few more times as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, licking into Yomiel’s mouth as if to claim him further. Yomiel finds himself faintly wishing there was no condom, wanting to feel that warmth being pumped into him, wondering how it would feel- but he kills the thought quickly.
When their lips eventually part and he remembers how to breathe, the only thing Yomiel can think to say is “Fuck.” Cab hums in agreement.
They lay there in each other’s arms until their breathing slows to a normal rhythm. It’s… nice. Nicer than he thought it would be. As much as he’d daydreamed about a night with Cabanela just like this, he’d carefully avoided the thought of what came after. It was too much to hope for anything more than an awkward parting and a ‘we can never do this again’, so he was pleasantly surprised at this cozy turn of events.
Yomiel didn’t want to be the first to speak and shatter this intimate scene, content to hold on as long as he could. Gods, was the man always this… tender?
“As muuuch as I’d hate to kill the moment,” Cabanela yawns, “...I do have work in the morning, and someone’s kept me up past my bedtime.” He brushes hair out of Yomiel’s face affectionately. The blond opens his eyes with a frown.
“You can staaay the night, of course.” Cab squeezes him tighter. He made it sound like an offer, but the tone makes it come off like a request. He wants Yomiel to stay. That throws him for a loop, heart hammering against his chest.
“Mm. Real generous ‘f you.” Yomiel mutters into the man’s arm, the post-drinking and post-sex fatigue catching up to him all at once, “...get a guy drunk ‘n naked… better let ‘m spend th’ night…” Cabanela chuckles and starts to sit up, only to be stopped by the arms clinging to his neck.
“Baby, you gotta leeet me up.” Cab kisses his cheek, “We should move to bed before we both pass out half naked.” Yomiel grunts. He doesn’t want to get up.
“Mgh… Can’t.” he manages, “Move me yourself.” There’s gentle laughter in his ear, and arms maneuver underneath him like a practiced art.
“You’re aaawfully demanding, aren’t you?”
“You’re th’ one- who made my legs not work.” Yomiel opens his eyes just to glare daggers at the man that was now cradling him, jabbing him in the chest, “ Your fault.” Cabanela laughs louder, and if Yomiel had the energy for it, he would point out that he’s being pretty noisy for a guy whose daughter is supposedly trying to sleep in the next room.
“Good thing Lynne’s a reeeal heavy sleeper.” Cabanela’s eyes shine with amusement, somehow able to tell what Yomiel was thinking. What, so all that ‘keep quiet’ business was just for show?
The older man does lift Yomiel off of the couch with a grunt, but aside from that, it doesn’t seem to take much effort for him to carry a grown man bridal-style to his bedroom. Yomiel almost wonders how many times he’s done this, how many other men he’s slept with- but he was too fucked out to be properly jealous of Cabanela’s would-be bedmates. Instead, he’s focusing on the face-full of well toned, thick fuzzed chest he was getting. Gods, how much did the guy work out?
Cabanela deposits him on the bed carefully. The mattress sinks down from their weight, pulling them closer together as they settle side by side. He lifts the corner of the bedsheets with a questioning look at Yomiel, who shakes his head. It’s way too hot to get under the sheets, even with the ceiling fan at high speed and the night air finally cooling things down.
Yomiel has just gotten comfortable- more than ready to pass out and not think about the many ways this could bite him in the ass later- when a hand caresses his forehead.
“Is it alriiight if I kiss you?” Cab asks him, cupping his face. Cab’s thumb brushes across his cheek affectionately.
Yomiel stares at him.
“Why?”
“Why do I want to?” Cab echoes.
“Wha- yeah.” Yomiel stumbles, “Why?” His head is still a little fuzzy from drinking (or maybe it’s heat exhaustion at this point), and his thoughts are moving at a sluggish pace that isn’t helped by the tug of sleep now calling to him. Weird, to ask for a kiss after they’ve spent the past however-long with their lips practically locked together. He can’t figure out if Cab has an angle here; if this means he wants to keep having sex, if he’s trying to woo him after they’ve already fucked, or… he can’t think of other options when he’s this worn out. Whatever he’s up to, it’s making his heart flutter in his chest, and Yomiel isn’t sure how to feel about that.
“Because you're pretty. And I waaant to.” Cab tucks some of Yomiel’s stray hairs back in place, “...But if this is juuust sex, I don't wanna overstep.”
What? Yomiel blinks back at him. Cab’s being genuine (as far as he can tell in his mildly sober state), expression open and honest, and he doesn’t know what to do in the face of such clear desire. Not desire like this , anyways.
Cabanela was acting like he wanted this to mean something between them.
…Isn’t that what Yomiel wanted?
“....Yeah.” Yomiel averts his eyes, voice barely above a whisper. He wants his shades back- they’re easier to hide behind.
“Yes to which part, baby?” Cab scratches just behind Yomiel’s ear affectionately.
He’s too tired to put up resistance anymore, even for show. He’s been wanting Cabanela for months now. He does want this to mean something. It would probably break him if it didn’t.
“....Yes, you can kiss me.”
Cabanela looks down at him like he’d just won the lottery, utterly delighted. He leans in slowly like he’s savouring the moment, and Yomiel closes his eyes in anticipation.
A palm brushes across his forehead to sweep loose strands back into place, and before he can wonder about the gesture, warm lips greet him right above where his eyebrows crease. A small gasp escapes him, his own lips parted. Cab breathes out a satisfied sigh through his nose and the air tickles his face.
He’s shocked at himself for feeling disappointed - he’d been expecting it on the mouth- but at the same time, the kiss is so tender and sweet… He doesn’t know what to do with it. How to reciprocate; if that’s expected of him or not. Contrary to how he’s handled himself tonight, Yomiel doesn’t just sleep around with men he’s only known a few months- and he certainly doesn’t cuddle in bed with them after. Cabanela doesn’t seem to mind that much, though.
The man must pick up on the lost look in his eyes when he pulls away, because he’s kissing him again- this time on his cheek. Then he’s kissing his temple, his brow, the side of his nose…
“A-alright–” Yomiel can’t take this; it feels like he’s on fire all over again, choked up with nerves like a stupid lovesick teenager. He hates it. He nudges at Cab’s shoulder and half-heartedly tries to squirm away.
“Too muuuch?” Cabanela asks.
“...No.” Yomiel mumbles, “Are you going to let me sleep?” Cab plants a final kiss to his jawline before readjusting Yomiel in his arms.
“I could ask you the saaame question.”
Cab’s arms fit perfectly around him, like he belongs there. He can’t fight the bone-deep weariness tugging at him; the release of adrenaline-fueled desire he’d been harbouring for so long had left him shaking. The man radiates warmth like a furnace, but it’s exactly what he needs to relax into his embrace. Gods… this is what Yomiel had been craving.
“Comfortable?”
“Mmn.” Yomiel buries his face further into Cabanela’s chest, letting the call of sleep finally overtake him.
“...Goodnight, baby.”