Moving down his body, he took in the scent of his bodywash, and the fabric softener they used on their clothes. It brought more memories back, and he couldn’t help but pretend that he was in this moment.
This was the only moment he needed. This had been the precipice of their relationship, and he willed it to be real.
He willed it to be theirs.
If this was his purgatory, he’d make sure he always made choices that would change the outcome.
So they would be together—even if it was only in his mind. Even there, after his death, he would only dream about the perfect man, and how for some time, he’d been his and only his.
That’s how he’d spend his eternity.
That’s how he’d do his penance.
LIKE.
THIS.
Pulling down his military fatigues, D’Artangnan’s dick sprang free, and he never saw a more beautiful thing in his life. This was his man, and he loved him.
All of him.
In that moment, he put their imminent destruction on the back burner, and focused on the lovemaking.
He filled the cold, dead spaces with love, in hopes of surviving this fate.
Because it was a fate worse than death. He’d hoped for nothingness, but instead, he got all D, all of the time.
“Yes,” D’Artangnan whispered, as his man stroked his erection. “Now, this is what I love coming home to,” he admitted.
Staring up his body, he wanted one thing.
“I want gentle today,” he said. “In celebration of the life you’re creating for us. I want to remember this day forever.”
He wanted this to be his final memory.
Not the one of D’Artangnan walking out the door and his life going to shit all around him because of his anger and distrust.
He wanted to make gentle love where he could hold onto these last moments.
Who knew what fate would show him next?
With his luck, it would be the man’s happiness and joy in the arms of a far more worthy man.
Because he wasn’t worthy of this man’s heart, and he truly believed that.
When D’Artangnan cradled his face in his hands, Graham felt safe—and that wasn’t easy to do when you’d seen far too many atrocities.
This man could calm the voices in his head that were calling him evil. It had been a long time since he’d felt like that.
“Anything for you, Babe. Anything at all,” he admitted, making that promise. “Let’s make love.”
God.
He’d been such a fool to let this man go.
He was perfect.
Taking him in his arms, D’Artangnan wrapped his arms around his lover and began making love to his mouth. It was a slow, steady mating of mouths.
