I tended to all of Arlo's needs. I made sure he ate, showered, was happy. Entertained. I just had to make sure he was okay. It was making me so on edge to see him like this. He was a shadow of himself. Everything he did was slow and clumsy, and he usually wasn't clumsy. Only when he was nervous and apparently, he was nervous all the time right now.

"I think we should try and go outside today," I said and put my arm around his body, moving as close to his chest as I could.

"I can't," he said quietly.

"I think we should just try. We'll go to the park and get ice cream?" I smiled up at him and a smile fought its way through on him too.

"Or, we could stay here, and I could..." He trailed off and his hand squeezed my ass, pressing my hips to his.

"Go to the park with me, get me a huge-ass ice cream, and you can fuck me anywhere you want." I kissed him. "In the living room." I kissed him again. "In the shower." I moved down to his throat. "In the kitchen. Wherever you want."

He growled at me, pressing me even closer. Apparently, that was all it took for him to get hard and I revelled in that. I had so much control over him, he got turned on just by getting to choose the location. It was also hilarious. And cute.

We sat on a bench with our ice creams. I had gotten a big one and Arlo had gotten himself an even bigger one.

"You okay?" I asked and smiled up at him.

"Yeah. It's nice. I'm glad you got me out." He moved down and kissed my cheek. "Thank you. For everything."

"You really don't have to thank me for being with you, Arlo. I love you." I kissed him on the mouth, and he bit down on my lower lip. I jumped a bit from the shock of it and he chuckled.

"I love you too," he murmured against my lips, placing another small kiss on them and then pulled back. He took a bite of his ice cream and smiled. "This was such a good idea."

"You do like your sweet things."

"I'm dating you, so yeah."

I laughed and softly pushed him with my shoulder. "Smooth."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

"Another then."

I shrugged and looked up at him again.

"You could have literally anyone and yet you choose a big moron with anxiety. Why?"

I widened my eyes a little. Was he really that insecure? He was so lovely. So supportive and nice. He was huge and very very easy on the eyes too. Had really nice hair. Deep and mysterious dark eyes. That cute soft belly but muscular back.

"You are a moron, if you need to ask me this." I smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Arlo. Because you're sweet and honest."

"Okay," he breathed. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah."

"You want a beer?" I asked from the kitchen. Arlo had gone to the bedroom and returned then, closing the fridge. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the counter next to the fridge, my back to his chest.

"I want you," he murmured in my ear.

I pressed my ass back against him and exhaled loudly. I was already in the mood for him. That's all it took for me. And he was hard already, grinding up against me. He opened my jeans, breathing hard in my ear. His fingers found their way to where I wanted them, slipping inside of me.

I bit down hard on my lip to not moan out loud. It was way too fast for that, but something about how Arlo was acting right now just turned me on beyond belief.

"Let's get your shirt off," he said very softly and pulled on the hem of my t-shirt. I lifted my arms and he slipped it off me. "What you said made me think."

"What did I say?" I groaned and clenched my hands around the edge of the counter. He was hitting my spot, softly running his fingers over it.

"You said I could have you anywhere. And all I've been thinking about is bending you over the kitchen counter."

I groaned back and Arlo chuckled softly. He pulled my trousers down, his hand softly running over my ass.

"I know you must get this a lot, but you're such a beautiful man."

I whimpered back as he pushed inside of me. He was so gentle in everything he did to me. His hands were softly placed on my hips, gently pulling me back against him, as he moved his hips slowly.

One hand left my hip and travelled up, all the way to my throat. He used a single finger to tip my chin up, so I was facing the ceiling. Then he softly kissed my horn. I cried out and slammed my hips back against him.

His tongue ran over the very thin skin on the stems, and I couldn't function. I just existed in a place of true euphoria and pleasure. I had never tried this before, and my legs were turning into jelly. Arlo circled his arm around me, keeping me on my feet.

"I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.

"I can't wait," he said softly back. I could hear the smile in his voice, and I felt his hot breath on my horns.

He turned me around, pulled me up and carried me into the living room, putting me down on the sofa. He pulled his shirt off too and then I pulled him down, kissing him. He was inside of me again, and it was like I felt him way more than I ever had before. Every part of my body was so sensitive to his touch.

And Arlo moved back up to my horns, very gently kissing them. I was digging my fingers into his back, dragging my nails down, just to keep him in place. He had to continue doing exactly what he was doing.

He ran his tongue over my horn, and it was too much. I came harder than I ever had before. It took me ages to even get back to a conscious state of mind. He was kissing me, twirling his tongue around mine and my body was just doing its own thing, following his movements. Whatever he did, I'd follow him into it.

"Dion," he groaned, grabbing my thigh. He was pulsing so hard.

I gently took his face in my hands and smiled up at him. "You're absolutely amazing."

He smiled the most heart-warming and boyish smile I had ever seen. He kissed me and then lifted off me.

"I'll be right back, stay there."

I kind of desperately wanted to get cleaned up, but I did as told. And Arlo returned with a washcloth, one of his t-shirts and my soft cotton shorts, wearing only a pair of sweats. He cleaned my stomach and then dressed me. And he kept kissing my skin. My arms, legs, chest, neck... Everything was kissed. And I loved it. I loved watching him do it.

When he was done, he snuggled up with me on the couch and grabbed the remote control, pressing my back to his chest.

He pressed a kiss to my head. "I love you so much."

I fitted my fingers in between his and brought his hand up, hugging his arm. "I love you too."

"Did... Did you like it? I know your horns are... Sensitive."

I turned around and laughed. "Are you kidding? This was by far the best sex I've ever had."

He widened his eyes, looking almost shocked. "Really?"

"Fuck yes." I moved in and kissed him, and he immediately kissed me back. "Did you like it?"

"Do you even have to ask?" He chuckled. "I think it's very obvious I've never been with anyone like you before. And that you're blowing my mind every single time."

I smiled very widely and kissed him again.

"If you wanna go again, you'll have to give me some time," he murmured against my lips.

"Gods, no. I'm spent."

He laughed out loud and pulled back, cupping my cheek with the palm of his hand. "Thank the gods. I don't think I can stand for a while."

"Then let's just stay here."

We didn't even turn on the telly. We just lied closely together, Arlo's fingers running up and down my spine and my fingers tracing his rips and stomach. We didn't talk either. It was just the best kind after care I could think of. We were both so tired but not too tired to cuddle. To express our love in another way. And I loved it.

I loved Arlo.

His body was the only home I'd ever know.