"Remember when you'd left your yellow raincoat at the cafe, and I brought it to you, and you'd thought that I stalked you."
"Yeah, I do. And I d-didn't think that. I was j-just a little skeptical."
The mood had lifted greatly from the earlier tense mood. The two were currently eating as they recalled memories from the earlier moments of their relationship. Although the mood was lifted, Remi still felt uneasy. He did the best to ignore the feeling. It was working for now, so he felt better about that.
"I could tell. You looked at me like where the hell did you come from?"
Remi chuckled and grabbed his water to take a sip. He soon regretted doing so when he felt a heavy pain in his lower stomach. "I'll be right back. I have to use the restroom." Marcelo nodded and watched Remi as he walked away to make sure that he got there safely.
Arriving at the restroom, Remi went into a stall and emptied his bladder quickly. He flushed the toilet and left the stall, going over to the sinks to wash his hands. As he was doing so, he heard a stall door open, and a woman walked out of it. It was the same woman that he kept seeing at Marcelo's job. The woman with the slightly dark skin and brown, curly hair.
"Hey! Aren't you Remi, Marcelo's boyfrien— Wait, I'm sorry. I'm Marcelo's coworker, Devyn."
"Oh. Uh... yeah, that's m-me."
Devyn half smiled as she washed her hands. Remi grabbed a few paper towels and dried his hands off. That's when he heard the sink turn off. Devyn was quiet for a while which made Remi turned back around and look at her. She was looking at him with this look. This... conniving look. This condescending bitch look.
"Hmm, it's such a coincidence to see you here. Is Marcelo here?"
Remi raised a brow but quickly lowered it. Why the hell did she need to know?
"Yeah, we're o-on a date."
"Hmm," Devyn hummed as she walked closer to Remi. She towered over him and looked down at him with a smirk. Remi felt intimidated and wrapped his arms around his belly, praying that she didn't see it. "Well, tell him that I said hi. And... good luck to you."
With that, Devyn was gone. There was no way that Remi was gonna tell Marcelo that Devyn said hi. And what did she mean by good luck? Remi had covered up his belly, so she surely wasn't talking about his pregnancy. What in the world is going on? Why is everyone acting so weird? Remi didn't know.
He walked out of the restroom and went back to his seat. He saw Marcelo typing on his phone which got put down once Remi slid back into the booth. And with that, Remi's uneasy expression was back. He was deep in thought with his eyebrows scrunched and his face twisted up. That was the first thing that Marcelo noticed.
"Everything okay?"
"Y-Yeah, everything's fine."
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"Hey, look, Teo. I'm sorry that our date night got messed up. It was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable like you were."
"It's f-fine. I feel better now. I guess it was just the v-vibe of the restaurant."
Marcelo put his lips back together and looked down with a nod. He walked up to the front door of the house and unlocked it with his keys. Pushing the door open, he stood to the side to let Remi go in first. Remi did so and exhaled in relief. The comforting feeling of the house was the best. But, he looked back and still saw a frown on Marcelo's face. He stood in front of him and put his hands on either side of Marcelo's face.
"I promise it's okay, Celo. I'm g-gonna be okay. You don't have t-to worry about me. Everything's fine."
The sides of Marcelo's lips tugged up into a small smile and he nodded. "Okay." Looking into Remi's warm brown eyes, Marcelo could feel his soft breaths on his lips. He looked down at Remi's lips before looking back up to Remi's eyes and back to his lips once again. Then, their lips were smashing against each other's.
Remi gasped and slid his hand down Marcelo's chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath. Marcelo slid his hands down Remi's sides and underneath his shirt. He slid the shirt up and off of Remi, throwing it to the living room's hardwood floor. Remi's naked chest was exposed. His nipples turned hard as the cool air of the house blew against them.
The next place that Marcelo slid his hands was underneath Remi's bottom, lifting him up off of the floor. He walked over to the wall near the front door and put Remi up against it. Remi cried out in pleasure as he felt Marcelo's mouth wrap around his left nipple. His hand tweaked at Remi's right one. His teeth tugged at the bud that was already sore enough from pregnancy. Remi squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to scream at how good it felt.
"P-Please, Celo." Remi began to whine like he did earlier as he rotated his hips, grinding against Marcelo's lower half.
"Desperate?"
"Yes, I-I want you."
Marcelo didn't tease Remi any longer as he walked up the stairs of the house and into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him with his foot and walked over to the bed, laying Remi down on top of it. Remi's shoes, pants, and soaked panties were the next thing to come off. Remi became shy, bending his knees and putting them together. Marcelo spread his legs, but Remi bended them once more.
"Stop hiding from me, baby boy, or I'll tie your ankles to the bed."
Remi whined again and spread his legs back open. Marcelo pulled him to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. He slid one finger down Remi's parts before sliding it into Remi's warm cavern. He pulled and pushed the finger in and out as he massaged Remi's bean with his thumb. Remi bit his lip and rotated his hips so that he could meet Marcelo every time that his finger went in.
Soon, Marcelo leaned down and put his tongue to work, making Remi moan like crazy. These moans led him to unzipping his pants and taking his hard member out, stroking it firmly. He groaned, sending vibrations into Remi. Remi reached down and put his hands into Marcelo's hair, messing it up. Marcelo sure knew how to work his tongue.
Not wanting to get Remi too far, Marcelo pulled himself up and undressed himself. He stroked his member some more as he got up on the bed and told Remi to get in between his legs that were in a V as he laid down in the middle of the bed. Remi did so and replaced Marcelo's hand, grabbing his member. He gave it a few pumps before he leaned over and took it into his mouth
Lewd noises were heard as Remi went up and down. Marcelo got up on his elbows and watched him do his thing. Remi was definitely a pro at this now, and it was crazy to watch. He looked at the arch in Remi's back that led to his ass that was perked up. He reached forward and slapped Remi's bottom before rubbing it gently. The sting of the hit made Remi moan.
Wanting Marcelo to take control of him, Remi grabbed Marcelo's hand and placed it on top of his head. Marcelo smirked as he got the message and lifted his hips, driving himself roughly into Remi's mouth. Remi moaned again at the feeling of Marcelo's piercing moving inside of his throat. It was the best.
Marcelo stopped at one point as Remi's lips were all the way to his base. He stayed there and rotated his hips around. Remi gagged once, but that didn't faze either one of them.
When it became hard to breathe, Remi patted Marcelo's thigh. Marcelo let him go, and Remi came back up and took a breath.
"Lie on your back, baby."
Remi wiped his mouth with his hand and took Marcelo's place as he laid on his back. Marcelo grabbed his legs and put them around his waist. He then placed a pillow underneath Remi's back and head like he always does.
Lining himself up with Remi, Marcelo slowly pushed in. He grabbed Remi's hand and squeezed it tenderly. Remi took in a shaky breath. It always feels like Marcelo's taking his breath away when he first goes in.
Once Remi was ready, Marcelo pulled out gently and pushed back in just as gently. He leaned forward and placed his lips on Remi's. He moved their lips together softly, passionately. The kiss matched his thrusts. It was as if he was trying to give Remi all of his love.
It was hot. Everything about what Marcelo was doing was driving Remi insane. This moment felt exactly like it had on their one year anniversary. Perfect. Everything was there. The passion, the love. Marcelo was giving Remi all of him and in return, Remi gave Marcelo all of him. It was beautiful.
Remi's previous doubts and thoughts that something was wrong were wiped out of his mind completely. This wiped them out of his mind completely.
Flipping Remi over onto his elbows and knees, Marcelo continued to thrust into Remi. Remi tried to grab the headboard and pull away from Marcelo, but Marcelo pulled him back down and put a hand on Remi's chest, pulling him up against him so that they were flush together.
Marcelo placed his face in Remi's neck and sucked up and down the length of it. He ran his hand around Remi's side to his belly and held the bump lovingly. He whispered affectionate words into Remi's ear as he adored Remi's body in the best way possible.
The flame between both of the two was burning like it never had before. Remi couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. All that he could do was sit there with his arm wrapped around the back of Marcelo's neck and take what Marcelo was giving him: the best night ever.
It felt as if the night lasted forever as the couple indulged in ecstasy. This erotic ecstasy. Marcelo made love to Remi as if it'd be his last time doing so. And by the end of it, his last words of the night to Remi were,
"I love you, baby boy."