Kyrone knocked Jared’s knees further apart and then parted his arse cheeks, pushing inside him the way he knew his lover liked—fast and deep. As he did so, Jared let out a sharp cry, which he’d somehow smothered. Kyrone wasn’t surehow, because he couldn’t see him.
“You okay?” he whispered in Jared’s ear.
“Yes,” Jared rasped out before pushing his hips up against Kyrone. “Please. I need you.”
Kyrone didn’t move immediately. He simply enjoyed the feel of Jared’s hot body around his naked cock.
“Please,” Jared begged.
Kyrone rocked in and out of him, the mattress springs squeaking beneath them as his thrusts quickly became faster and more forceful. Their pants filled the air, as did the squelch of the lube and the slap of their skin on every thrust. Sweat beaded over their skin as Kyrone fucked Jared hard into the mattress. The squeaking and creaking of the bed were probably loud enough to wake the whole house. Not that Kyrone cared. All he could think about was how much he loved the man he was pummelling into. How much he wanted to be with him and share every moment of every day with him.
“Marry me,” he said. “Shit!”
Jared laughed between gasps and moans, admonishing Kyrone of any guilt that his lusty question might count as pressure.
A groan tore out of Jared’s throat as his body began to shake with the telltale signs of his orgasm. Kyrone kissed him, cutting the loud sound off, his hips thrusting so fast and so hard that he couldn’t think straight. His mouth broke free of Jared’s as he grunted out his own orgasm, his damp body shuddering against his lover’s as his cock pulsed and ejected hot semen into him.
Panting, Kyrone flopped on top of him, and they lay there, catching their breath.
“I’d be surprised if no one heard that,” Jared whispered.
“You’re right. We can’t do quiet,” Kyrone agreed. “At least no one was rude enough to interrupt.”
Jared chuckled. “Breakfast might be really awkward tomorrow.”
Kyrone kissed his cheek. “It was worth it.” He sighed contentedly. “We should get cleaned up.”
“Just hold me a little longer?”
Kyrone wasn’t going to object to that. He liked staying inside Jared for as long as he could after sex. He hugged his lover tightly, breathing in the sweet scent of sweat and sex.
“Thank you, Ky,” Jared murmured.
“For fucking you?”
“Well, yes. But I meant for coming here with me.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“I’ve been thinking…”
“Again?” Kyrone said in mock shock. “You’re on a roll tonight, babe. What about this time?” Was it wrong for him to hope that Jared was going to give him an answer to his proposal?
“How much I love you.”
Kyrone snuggled against him, hope welling up inside him. “I love you too.”
“Would you let me design you a new tattoo?” Jared asked.
Kyrone blinked, momentarily too stunned to speak. It wasn’t what he’d expected or hoped for, but he wasn’t about to say no. “Let me think… Uh… Yes! I’ve seen your artwork. You’re fucking amazing. I’d be honoured to have one of your designs inked on my skin. As long as you’re the one who tattoos it there,” he added. It wouldn’t be the same if Faye were to do it.
“That was the plan.”
“What did you have in mind?” Kyrone asked.
Jared hitched in a breath. “Do you trust me enough to let it be a surprise?”
Kyrone brushed his fingers over the seagull tattoo on Jared’s shoulder. It was too dark for him to see it, but that didn’t stop him from being able to trace the image, showing just how familiar he was with Jared’s body. He pondered Jared’s question. Getting a tattoo was such a permanent thing. While not impossible to erase or cover up, it was an expensive process. Yet, he wanted to live with this beautiful, talented man. He wanted tomarryhim. He grinned into the darkness.
