Dani Dressed for Him and No Longer Wanted to Hide

The room smelled of vanilla and the sweet cologne Dani had put on his neck and wrists an hour earlier, when his hands were still shaking. The ceiling fan turned slowly over the bed, stirring warm air that no longer cooled anything. Outside, the city kept on sounding; inside, there was only the two of them breathing.

It had taken months to get to that night. They met at a party thrown by a mutual friend, talked until dawn on a balcony, and ever since then Tomás had been sending him messages that made him smile up at the ceiling. But this, the clothes, showing himself like this, was different. It was the secret Dani had kept locked away for years.

He had his clothes hidden at the back of the closet, inside a box he only opened when he was completely alone. The skirt, the stockings, the lace lingerie: he had bought them little by little, one garment at a time, always with his heart in his mouth. Dressing like this had long been a private ritual, something that always ended in guilt. Until Tomás came along and, one dawn, amid laughter and half-confessions, Dani worked up the courage to tell him.

Tomás didn’t laugh. He didn’t make that uncomfortable face Dani had imagined so many times. He only looked at him for a long while and said he wanted to see him. That he would love to. And now, after weeks of messages and detours, he was finally there.

—Are you going to come out of there, or are you going to keep hiding all night? —Tomás said from the bed, with a calm that raised goosebumps.

Dani took a deep breath in front of the bathroom mirror. The black stockings were a little tight around his thighs. The pink pleated skirt barely covered anything. The short blouse showed his navel and the soft line of his ribs, and beneath the white lace there was already a warm wet patch betraying what he felt. He bit his lip, opened the door, and came out.

There’s no turning back.

At first Tomás said nothing. He just looked him over, slowly, from the tips of his bare feet to his neck, and that look weighed more than any caress. Dani felt his cheeks burning.

—Turn around —Tomás asked softly—. I want to see you properly before I touch you.

Dani spun on the balls of his feet, slowly, the way he had practiced so many times alone. The skirt lifted slightly with the movement and showed the edge of the lace and the curve of his hips. When he faced him again, Tomás had gotten out of bed.

—Look at yourself —he murmured, coming up behind him—. You have no idea what you do to me. You’ve been hiding this for months, haven’t you? All this time.

—Yes —Dani admitted, in a thread of a voice.

—And you’re already wet like this, just from me looking at you?

Dani lowered his head and nodded, cheeks aflame. The words wouldn’t come.

—Say it —Tomás demanded, pressing his chest to Dani’s back, letting him feel how hard he already was through his pants—. With that voice of yours. I want to hear you say it.

—I’m… wet —Dani whispered, trembling—. For you.

Tomás bit his earlobe, firmly, right at the edge between pleasure and pain. Dani let out a sharp moan he couldn’t hold back.

—That’s how I like it —Tomás said against his neck—. Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Dani swallowed. His heart was pounding in his throat, but something in him had come loose, as if all the shame he had carried for years was suddenly coming apart.

—I want you to prepare me —he said, firmer than he expected—. With your mouth. With your tongue. I want you to get me ready for you.

Tomás growled in approval. He turned him with one motion and pushed him against the wall, carefully but without hesitation. He lifted his chin with two fingers and kissed him deeply, tongue sliding in, until Dani moaned into his mouth and his knees went weak. The kisses grew dirtier, wetter, more desperate.

***

Tomás’s hands traveled down his blouse and pinched his nipples through the satin. Dani arched his back and let out a long, sharp moan that bounced off the room’s walls.

—Look at those hard little nipples —Tomás said against his lips—. Do you like it when I squeeze them like that?

Another pinch, harder. Dani nodded frantically, biting his lip.

—Yes… I like it… even if it hurts.

—It’s going to hurt good all night —Tomás promised.

He took him to the bed almost by the arm. He sat him on the edge of the mattress and knelt between his open legs. He lifted the skirt slowly, letting the lace stay on display, soaked through.

—Look at this —he said, running a finger over the wet fabric—. You’re dripping. How long did you fantasize about this?

—Months —Dani panted—. Every night. Alone, thinking about you.

Tomás lowered his face and licked over the lace, his tongue flat, pressing right where Dani needed it most. Dani jerked and let out a choked cry.

—Tomás…!

—Stay still —he said—. Let me taste you.

He pulled the lace down slowly, letting the fabric peel away from the damp skin with a sticky sound. He took him between two fingers, stroked him gently, and lowered his mouth over him. Enveloping heat, tongue circling, slow and steady suction. Dani threw his head back, moaning uncontrollably, fingers tangled in the sheets.

—Don’t stop —he begged—. Please, don’t stop.

Tomás worked him with his mouth a little longer, until he felt Dani start to tremble in a different way, closer to the edge. Then he pulled away abruptly.

—Not yet —he said, voice rough—. First I want to eat you out until you beg me.

***

He turned him onto his stomach with a gentle motion, knees apart, hips raised. The skirt bunched at his waist and the black stockings contrasted with his pale skin. Tomás spread his ass cheeks with both hands and stayed like that for a second, looking.

—You look so good —he murmured—. So tight. I’m going to open you with my tongue first. I want you nice and loose and wet for when I go in.

He started slowly. One long, flat lick, slow and deliberate. Dani moaned, a long sound that rose from the depths of his chest.

—Mmm… yes…

Tomás traced circles around the rim, with wet, noisy sucks, and then pushed the tip of his tongue inside, coming in and out with patience. Dani writhed on the mattress, clutching the sheets in his fists.

—Deeper —he pleaded, voice breaking—. Please.

Tomás obeyed, burying his tongue while massaging his ass cheeks with his thumbs. Dani moaned as if nothing in the world mattered, as if this were the first time in years he allowed himself to feel without fear.

—Look how you open for me —Tomás said between licks—. You’re going to be so loose I’ll be able to slide in all at once.

He slipped one finger in beside his tongue. Then two. He curled them inward, searching, until he hit the exact spot. Dani screamed and arched completely.

—There! There, don’t stop, you’re going to make me come…

Tomás moved his fingers fast, precisely, while continuing to lick around them. Dani clenched around his fingers without meaning to, hips moving on their own.

—You want it now? —Tomás asked, with a smile in his voice—. You want me to go in?

—Yes —Dani panted—. Please. I want to feel you all the way to the bottom.

***

Tomás got up, yanked his clothes off, and reached for the condom and lubricant in the nightstand drawer. He put on the condom, spread lubricant generously, and took his place behind him again, the tip pressing against the already open, slippery hole.

—Take a deep breath —he said, with a tenderness that didn’t fit with everything before and that, precisely for that reason, loosened something in Dani’s chest—. I’m going slow. Then I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve.

He pushed. The tip went in with a soft resistance that gave way all at once. Dani let out a long, trembling moan.

—It’s… a lot…

—There you go —Tomás murmured, staying still, letting him get used to it—. You’re doing perfect.

He moved forward little by little, centimeter by centimeter, growling under his breath. When he was fully inside, they both went still for a second, panting, connected in a way that went beyond skin.

Then he started moving. Slow pullouts, deep thrusts, a rhythm that built gradually. The headboard began to tap the wall softly.

—Do you like it? —Tomás asked, leaning over his back, lips against the nape of his neck—. Tell me how much you like it.

—I love it —Dani moaned—. Harder. Don’t hold back.

Tomás sped up. The thrusts became firm, deep, steady. Dani’s moans grew louder, more desperate, mixed with the wet sounds of their bodies and their ragged breathing.

—You’re shaking all over —Tomás said, never stopping—. I’m going to make you come like this, without touching you.

—Yes… almost there… don’t stop…

Dani came first, without anyone touching him, with a choked cry into the pillow and his whole body shaken by a wave that erased everything else. Tomás followed seconds later, driving in deep, growling his name, holding him from behind as he emptied himself.

They stayed stuck together, panting, trembling, with the fan turning slowly above them. Tomás pulled out slowly and hugged him from behind, kissing the sweat-drenched nape of his neck.

—You’re incredible like this —he whispered in his ear—. I never want you to hide again.

Dani smiled, exhausted, in a calm he hadn’t felt in a long time. For the first time there was no shame, no fear, no sense of pretending. Just him, exactly as he was, and someone looking at him without wanting to change a thing.

—Thank you —he murmured— for making me feel like this. Desired.

Tomás kissed his shoulder and held him a little tighter against his chest.

—Always —he said—. Always.