You Don't Know What Love Is
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In the limo, once the driver closed the privacy divider, Rom kissed Colton and put him on his knees in front of him. Colton eagerly fished his cock out and went down on him.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t get me off yet. Just play with me.” While he did that, Rom played with the controller, loving the way Colton’s moans vibrated straight through his cock. He also kept track of where they were. About halfway home, he switched places with Colton, easing off on the controller so he didn’t pop too soon.
He damn sure wanted his boy’s first—okay, technically second—ride in a limo to be one he’d remember for the rest of his life.
By the time they arrived home, they were both so horny Rom wasn’t sure their cocks might not explode from the friction of trying to make it up the stairs. Except once they were safely locked inside their apartment, they pawed at each other, getting naked before tumbling into bed together.
“Not leaving this apartment for a week,” Rom mumbled against Colton’s mouth. “Well, except to file our license on Monday.”
“Fine with me, Sir,” he said back. “And I love the toy.”
“Oh!” Rom sat up. “I nearly forgot. Stay.” He climbed out of bed and retrieved a towel, the lube, a paddle, and one of the other “gifts,” a stretchy kind of cock ring that not only hugged the base of Colton’s cock, but also tugged on his balls.
Colton adorably whined as Rom fitted it on him. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer, Sir.”
“You won’t have to. Besides, the paddling will help.” He held it up.
Colton whined but turned over, onto his hands and knees.
Rom laid the paddle against his ass. “Only ten strokes. Ten nice, hard ones to get your ass all red and stingy the way you like. Then I’ll let you fuck me, and I’ll fuck you, and we’ll be able to think again.”
He made the paddle strokes fast and hard, over with almost before they even began. Then he grabbed the lube and prepped himself while Colton rolled onto his back again. “Now, you first, baby.” He straddled Colton and lined up the head of Colton’s bare cock with his rim. Rom had to slowly breathe through working it inside him. Once he was settled all the way on Colton’s cock, he adjusted the setting on the butt plug and started riding. “Go ahead and come. Once you get yours, I’ll get mine, and then we’ll take a shower and snuggle before our second wind.”
Colton looked adorably helpless, his lower lip caught under his teeth as he fucked Rom like that, trying to hold back and make it last.
That was fine. He was enjoying watching him and knowing this beautiful man was now officially his husband.
Rom brushed his thumbs over Colton’s nipples. “Just think, Mr. Quinn, you now have a lifetime of putting up with me making you be naked at home.”
Colton tried to laugh, but it devolved into a moan halfway through as Rom tweaked his nipples. “I can’t wait, Sir,” he finally said.
Colton actually held back longer than Rom thought he would, finally blowing his load about fifteen minutes later after Rom started clamping down on his cock with his ass.
He switched the vibrator off and pulled it from Colton’s ass, replacing it with his own cock and making both of them moan. “Hard and fast, baby,” Rom said.
He shoved Colton’s legs up and back and plowed him, eager to mark his boy like this, too. When he came, it erupted fast and hard, and he dug his fingers into Colton’s thighs while his cock pumped cum deep inside his boy.
Needing a moment, he didn’t move, at first. He wanted to simply process, to breathe, to accept this dream had come true.
No bad tears needed.
No pain—bad pain—needed.
He only opened his eyes when he felt Colton’s hand caress his cheek. “Sir?”
“I’m good, baby. Real good.”
They climbed into the shower and there Rom relieved him of the cock ring. “So what else did you order, Sir?”
Rom grinned and kissed him. “Kind of like the twelve days of Christmas, this will be the seven days of fucking, and we’re only on day one.”
Colton laughed. “Oh, boy.”
Rom pulled him in for another kiss. “My boy.”
Colton nuzzled Rom’s nose with his. “Forever, Sir.”
“Forever.”
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