A gay story: In the Dark He Hears His Heartbeat Copyright 2023, CatEyeSpecks
This is the male-for-male version of this story.
A female-for-female version that features a lesbian couple can be found here: In the Dark She Hears Her Heartbeat
Summary: A loving gay couple enjoy romantic late-night sex.
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At first, all I can hear is his heartbeat.
The soft thumps sweep away the last remnants of forgotten dreams as I slowly blink my eyes awake.
It can’t be time to get up yet.
No moon tonight. Pale streetlights glow behind the window curtains. The weak light that barely reaches our bedroom is nowhere near as powerful as a sunrise.
It must be very early. Or very late.
My head on his chest continues to rise and fall with his quiet, steady breathing.
Too quiet.
The very first time he ever spent the night, he warned me of his chronic snoring problem. I remember he was so self-conscious about it.
He told me he’d already had the surgery, and tried those sticky nose strips, but that nothing had worked. He said he wouldn’t be offended if I made him sleep out on the couch.
I assured him again and again that snoring wasn’t a big deal. That I was a heavy sleeper, and it wouldn’t bother me at all.
Imagine my delight when, as he drifted off, he began to purr.
That’s what I told him the next morning. “You don’t snore, my love. You purr.”
And now, after so many nights, I’ve grown so used to hearing the low consistent rumble that signals when his body has fully relaxed and drifted off to sleep, that I can no longer fall asleep without it.
The fabric of his t-shirt feels soft against my cheek. He breathes in and out, silently.
Which means, I know, that he’s awake too.
I reach my hand up to his face.
It’s too dark, I can’t see a thing, but I can feel his warmth as my hand discovers his cheek.
I can hear the smile in his voice as he murmurs, “Go back to sleep, love.”
But I can’t fall back asleep until he does. I need to hear the purr.
I softly trace one finger down his neck and across his collarbone.
His chuckle rumbles low in his chest and I shiver.
He knows what I want.
In the dark, he tilts my chin up toward his face.
His eyes catch the faint glow from the streetlights, and I see love reflected back at me.
His kisses are slow and sweet as honey.
My body melts into his.
I run my hand across his waist, beneath his shirt.
I crave the way his bare skin feels against mine.
He moans softly into my mouth, and raw desire floods my mind.
“I need you. Now.”
Impatience and lack of decent lighting make me clumsy, and he chuckles as I fumble to remove his shirt and boxers.
I don’t mind, we know each other too well to feel self-conscious about silly things.
Sitting up, I can just barely make out the silhouette of his naked body laid out before me.
I can feel the warmth radiating from his soft skin, and hear the excitement in his breathing.
I savor this delicious moment, when the anticipation is at its peak.
Then I lean down to kiss him with the hunger of a starving man who has just been sat before a feast.
He returns my passionate kisses, letting his hands roam wherever they wish.
His fingertips dig into my flesh as he grips my ass.
I reach down and wrap one hand around his hard cock, squeezing it gently. My other hand tugs on his balls just enough to extract another delicious moan from his lips.
I know exactly what he wants.
I kiss my way down his neck, over his chest, down his tummy.
I pause and slowly run my tongue up the length of his shaft, delighting at the way his cock jumps at my touch.
But I won’t keep him waiting for long.
His body is my favorite instrument to play.
A long, slow suck. A flicker of my tongue across the head.
Produces a symphony of gasps and soft moans.
“Fuck, I love the way you sound.”
I pull his cock into my mouth, letting his body tell me when it’s ready for more.
The taste of him drives me wild.
His hips begin to buck as I stick out my tongue and slide him in and out.
My mouth follows the rhythm of his body.
I focus most of my attention on the head, sucking, licking, teasing, but then…
More… when he starts to shake and shudder.
More… when his breathing becomes gasps.
MORE… when I feel his hand on the back of my head.
I feel his orgasm before I hear it.
His muscles contract.
The entire universe freezes, just for a fraction of a second.
And then, release.
He moans, and once again I can hear the smile on his face.
“Fuck, you are so damn cute.”
I kiss my way back up his body as he chuckles dreamily.
I take one of his nipples into my mouth and suck lazily, letting him luxuriate in his post-orgasm glow.
The soft thumps of his heartbeat begin to slow down as he breathes in and out.
He tilts my chin upward again, and pulls me in for a kiss.
His tongue parts my lips, and now it’s my turn to moan.
He puts a hand to my chest and firmly pushes until I’m laying on my back.
I relax into the soft bed as he leaves a trail of kisses down my chest.
He takes my rock hard cock into his hand and I can’t hold back my whimpers.
I hear the drawer in the bedside table open.
A bottle of lube clicked open and shut.
I gasp as I feel his skilled fingers rub in gentle circles around my hole.
“Open up for me, love. Show me how much you want this.”
I’ve never wanted anything more.
I moan as he gently slips a finger inside of me, spreading the lube, and slowly moving deeper.
My muscles relax for him.
I can’t keep quiet as his finger fucks my ass.
My whimpers are continuous now.
His tongue teases the head of my cock.
His finger slides in and out of me.
In, out, slurp.
His finger finds my prostate, and my whimpers become desperate moans.
I’m a squirming mess but I can’t help it, the pressure is too good! I’m hanging on for dear life.
He releases my cock from his mouth just long enough to chuckle at me “That’s it. That’s my good boy. Cum for me, love!”
He pulls me in deep…
And I cum right down his pretty throat.
My entire body convulsing as I scream out his name.
I lay on the bed in a daze, feeling like a ragdoll.
I squeak and giggle as he slowly withdraws his finger from my hole.
I just can’t keep the smile off of my face.
He slips out of bed for a moment, and I can hear the water running in the bathroom as he quickly cleans up.
Happy, sleepy thoughts float around in my brain.
He climbs back into bed and pulls me close, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I snuggle into the warm cave of his arms and once again rest my head on his chest.
Our room is still pretty dark. We have plenty of time to sleep before the sun rises.
He holds me close.
I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of him.
The sound of his heartbeat fills the darkness around me.
His body relaxes, and the sound of that low rumble tells me he’s fast asleep.
“I love you.” I whisper into his chest.
I close my eyes and let sleep wash over me once again.