Gay Secret Admirer Steals My Heart Pt 5

I spread his round cheeks and nestled my cock between them. He’d never let me do this before, and it had my heart thumping crazily.
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Three weeks into our relationship, Buddy and I were nearly inseparable. We hadn’t spent a single night apart, and had taken to storing overnight things in our cars so we could keep it spontaneous. For the past week I’d been staying in his bedroom every night, as my shithole apartment building had developed a particularly bad pest problem, and between that and my barely-functioning refrigerator, obnoxious neighbors, and assorted other plagues, I was dreading going back there at all. This weekend they were spraying for bed bugs, so I couldn’t go back if I wanted to.
Bernie had gotten accustomed to me hanging around, even if he still acted overprotective of the boy who was like a son to him. I could tell he was really starting to like me. If nothing else, I was putting plenty of smiles on Buddy’s face, and that was worth a great deal to the gruff mechanic.
I woke up warm and happy in Buddy’s bed. The little guy was curled up almost in a fetal position with his back against my front. I nuzzled his hair and breathed in the scent of him. He always smelled so clean.
“Richard,” he mumbled, stirring. His voice was husky with sleep. “I was… d-dreaming of you.”
“It came true.” I wrapped an arm around his slender middle and pulled him closer to me. “I’m right here.”
“Mm. I love you.”
I grinned into his wild red hair. I would never get tired of hearing these words from him. “Love you too, button.”
Button. As in cute-as-a, or possibly his irresistible button nose. Maybe it was a stupid nickname, one I might have facepalmed...