"I could have three best men."
"Wait a second." Tiago put his hands up, his eyes flicking between David and I. "What are you talking about?"
"Our wedding, baby. I'm not asking you yet, but I will, and I hope when the time comes, you'll say yes." I placed a kiss on his nose and felt him melt even further into me.
"Right, that's my cue to go. This box is full of pastries. You might need the energy. Now go home to get the sex out of the way so you can meet the family at dinner later, and I'll keep an eye on the center," David said and then turned to me. "See you both later." And then he gave me a hug.
When David left, I noticed Tiago staring at me.
"What?"
"You are an amazing person; did you know that?"
"I know. I have good taste in men, too," I said, kissing him and then lowering my voice in his ear. "Shall we go home and do the sex?"
He nodded fiercely, his lips trapped between his teeth. This man was going to be the death of me, and what a death it would be.
"Wait," he said, "what's that on the wall? Did you make it?"
"That, baby, is the house I designed for us. Do you like it?"
"I love it. And I love you, Vítor."
"Love you, too, baby. Now let's get home."
The short drive home wasn't dissimilar to the time when we'd traveled back from Porto. Tiago had spent the whole time teasing me over my clothes, and after nearly a month away from him, I was just about to combust or come in my pants.
"Baby, you're forgetting I'm not thirty anymore."
He giggled from the passenger seat.
"I'm counting on you coming very shortly after we get home so I can spend the rest of the day working you up."
"I'm so fucked with you, aren't I?"
I looked at him briefly and saw his grin. This was the real Tiago; the funny, sexy, wonderful man I'd fallen in love with. There would be no more tears in his life, not unless they were happy ones.
As soon as he'd unlocked the door, he pulled me into the bedroom, placed the dried flowers on the chest of drawers, and took us into the bathroom.
He pushed me against the sink and placed my hands behind me. His eyes told me to keep them there, so I did. His gaze burned my skin as he undid the buttons of my shirt one by one, placing kisses and little bites as he moved south.
"Shall I undo your pants, too, or shall I touch you like this until you come?" His hand roamed the front of my pants, gripping my cock and rubbing up and down my length. I groaned in frustration.
"Can we get naked, please?"
"Since you ask nicely…" Instead of reaching out for my pants, Tiago took a step back and started undressing himself. Shirt first, then jeans, socks, and underwear. His cock stood hard and thick, pointing in my direction. I didn't realize I'd licked my lips while I was staring at him until I saw his eyes dark with lust looking back at me.
He tugged on his cock and said with a gravelly voice, "On your knees."
I did as he said, and he stepped forward. His cock was at the perfect height, so I took his head in my mouth, tasting his sweet flavor as I teased the slit with my tongue.
"Fuck, Vítor. That feels so good."
I wrapped one hand around his cock and placed the other on his back to urge him to fuck my mouth as I tried to take in as much as I could. The sounds he made were like a song to me, and I cursed that I still had my pants on. I could already feel my underwear wet where I was leaking just from being on my knees for my man.
He put a hand on my shoulder to stop. I let him go with a pop, and he came down on his knees to kiss me.
The tiles were cold on my heated skin as he pushed me back to lie on the floor and finally took pity on my trapped cock. Everything came off at once, my pants, underwear, and my sanity when Tiago put his mouth on my cock and deepthroated me until his nose touched the hairs at the base of my cock.
