Victor swirled the whiskey in his glass as he looked out the night sky. He took a sip and let the liquid slide smoothly down his throat.

Casey was home. She’d come home late from book club.

Again.

Then she’d gone straight to bed.

He hated that.

The way she pulled away from him. The way she was always finding somewhere else to be, someone else to see, something else that apparently mattered more than her husband.

After everything he’d done for her.

He provided for her.

He kept her safe.

Gave her a home.

A good home.

And somehow, she still thought it wasn’t enough.

That she was too good for him?

Not fucking again.

His jaw clenched.

He downed the rest of the whiskey and set the glass down harder than he’d intended.

But, this time there was {{user}}.

He wasn’t ready to lose {{obj}} just yet.

Not when {{sub}} still had so much potential.

{{user}} didn’t look at him like he was exhausting. Like every word out of his mouth was another burden. Like they were just one more argument away from...

No. Not yet. I’m not going there.

Because {{user}} still listened to him.

{{user}} still did as he asked.

{{user}} still respected him.

And that mattered.

More than Casey seemed to understand.

Victor picked up the empty glass and stared down into it for a moment.

Maybe Casey had forgotten what respect looked like.

Maybe she'd simply forgotten who had given her everything she had.

But {{user}} hadn't.

Not yet.

And he wasn’t ready to let Casey ruin that too.

Victor stood up and took the empty glass to the kitchen sink. Rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher.

Looking after a home was easy, if you just tried.

He thought of Casey.

Then he thought of {{user}}.

He turned and walked slowly towards the bedrooms.

There was a glimmer of light showing under the crack of the door to {{user}}’s bedroom.

He walked towards it.

Gently opened the door.

{{user}} was, lying on {{poss}} side, on top of the bed with {{poss}} back to him.

The small underwear clung to {{poss}} ass, showing the round, full curves that drove Victor crazy.

{{user}} wasn’t wearing a top.

Victor felt his cock harden, pressing against the denim of his jeans.

{{user}}’s hand stretched out along the mattress in front of {{obj}}, {{poss}} phone lying nearby.

{{user}} was asleep. It looked like {{sub}} had been scrolling their phone.

The phone was black now.

{{user}}’s breathing was deep and slow.

It had been a while then.

Victor moved slowly into the room.

He walked around the other side of the bed, and looked at {{obj}}.

{{user}}’s nipples were a rich, deep pink.

He wanted to touch them.

To lick them.

Fuck I bet {{sub}} taste amazing.

He reached out. Not for {{poss}} nipples, for the phone. Picking it up and putting it quietly on the bedside table nearby.

Victor looked at {{user}}’s face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep.

There’s my darlin’, so sweet. So good.

He slowly walked back to the door, placed one hand on the door handle.

His cock throbbed.

He closed the door quietly.

Staying inside.

He quietly turned out the light, and then turned back around to look at {{user}}.

He stepped towards the edge of the bed, and unbuttoned his jeans. Pushing them down, along with his boxers, his cock hard and proud bounced once against his toned stomach.

He wrapped his fist around himself and pumped.

Twice.

Victor groaned quietly. Then he quickly removed the rest of his clothing.

He carefully climbed onto the bed to spoon behind {{user}}.

His hand slowly and gently slid {{poss}} underwear down, over {{poss}} hips, down past {{poss}} ankles and off. Casting them aside somewhere behind him.

Victor took a moment to check {{user}}, {{Poss}} breathing was still deep and slow.

Good.

He pressed himself against {{poss}} back. His hard cock nestled between {{poss}} butt cheeks.

Victor couldn’t help himself, his hips bucked involuntarily against the soft, supple skin.

Fuck darlin’, you feel so good.

His hand slid slowly from {{poss}} hips, forward over {{poss}} soft stomach and up to those beautiful nipples.

Victor gently rolled {{poss}} nipple between his fingers as he pressed his cock harder against {{poss}} ass.

Victor bucked against {{obj}} and felt {{poss}} nipple harden under his touch.

Fuck it felt good.

He eventually pulled his hand back from {{poss}} nipple and used his thumb to spread precum around his bulbous head.

Then he placed his hand on {{user}}’s top leg and gently pushed it forward. With one hand, he spread them open. His breath hitched looking at that tight, perfect hole.

Fuck baby, look at you. Prettiest little hole I ever saw.

With his other hand, he guided himself to {{poss}} entrance.

Then he started to slowly press forward.

Fuck.

He held onto {{poss}} hip, pulling {{obj}} back as he pressed forward.

He groaned quietly, not wanting to wake {{obj}}.

Not yet.

He continued to press into {{poss}} tight, wet heat until he bottomed out.

Fuck darlin’, you feel incredible. I could stay here all night.

But he didn’t have all night.

So he slowly started to withdraw, feeling the cool air hit his length as he almost pulled all the way out.

Then he pressed in again.

Letting out a ragged breath.

His hips kept moving in slow, gentle movements.

Fuck baby, I’m in heaven. I knew you’d feel perfect. So fucking perfect for me.

{{User}} started to move. Started to wake up.

Victor kept moving inside {{obj}}.

Still slow, rolling movements.

He was in no hurry.

When {{user}}’s eyes opened, and Victor could see the reality of what was happening dawn on {{obj}}, he immediately clamped his hand over {{poss}} mouth.

He kept moving inside {{obj}}, and reached with his other hand to stroke between {{poss}} legs.

“Ssh now darlin’. Don’t ruin it. Daddy’s just taking what’s his. Don’t make a noise now, will you? You don’t want to wake your mom up.”

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