homecoming

Jos finally came home yesterday – I had not seen him since December 26.  I picked him up at the airport at 6 PM (so you can imagine I’m not entirely alert this morning at work).

I was extremely nervous at the airport waiting for him, but once I saw him I was fine.  We were a little awkward together.  Eye contact felt strained for me.  We had long hugs and some kisses.

During dinner I realized what I always realize when I’m separated from someone for a while and then reunited – the person is a full biological entity, with all that that implies.  While they’re not with me, they exist as a set of ideas, feelings, conversations, etc.  But in person, it’s different.  This is bad as well as good.

Lying in bed later, I pinched his nipple between my finger and nail, progressively harder.  I watched his face contort and heard the sounds he made and it was like little bursts of pleasure in my brain.  I used the small plastic cane to hurt him a few more places (including the sensitive front of his cock, which he obligingly held for me while I cocked the tip of the cane back and let it fall there, repeatedly). 

Then we fucked.  It hurt, kind of bad, as it tends to when I haven’t in a while.  Once I got over that, it felt so good that I said, “I can’t believe this exists.”  And also “I want to tear your arms off.”  (He was on top.)  I let him come and when he collapsed down on top of me, I bit his shoulder hard enough to leave marks that lasted for hours.

We are both a bit awkward and insecure (perhaps) with each other still, but it’s good having him back.