His name was all over Killian’s chest and belly. Crush traced each of them reverently, thumbing Killian’s nipples and cuppinghis round belly. Then he caught Killian’s cock with his fingers, stroking down its length. “‘Belongs to Crush.’ You sure, sweetheart?”
Killian nodded, growing hard. “I can’t ever have enough of you touching me.”
Crush purred. He knelt between Killian’s legs and leaned in, pressing kisses up Killian’s inner thighs, kissing the skin of Killian’s sac. “Did you write my nameeverywhere?”
“Not on my back, that was really hard to reach. But I think I got to most places.”
Crush’s eyebrows shot up. He fondled Killian’s cock and lifted his balls, his fingers slipping behind the tight sac. Crush looked down. “Is that a stem—?”
He rid Killian of the shirt, then helped Killian around onto all fours. Crush inhaled sharply. Then he snorted. “You stuck dill between your cheeks?”
“You like dill. It’s supposed to be like those romantic scenes where someone bites a rose stalk between their teeth, but I thought you would appreciate this more.” Killian blushed. “I was gonna stick it into my hole, but I don’t know if you’d want to open me up and find a wad of dill in there. That sounds weird.”
Crush growled loudly. “This is perfect.Youare fucking perfect.”
He took the dill frond and swept it lightly all over Killian’s body, tickling him with it. Then he brushed it over Killian’s cock and balls, and Killian moaned.
“You like that, huh?” Crush growled, petting Killian’s sensitive length with the feathery leaves. Killian clutched the bedsheets, growing wet.
“D-don’t tease!”
“You kept me waiting for two hours!” Crush covered Killian’s body with his own, kissing his neck and shoulders. He pressed kisses down Killian’s spine and pulled the feathery dill leaves between Killian’s cheeks, so they flicked against his hole.
Crush dropped several kisses on Killian’s ass. Then he spread Killian’s cheeks, and his breath punched out. “Fuck.”
“You like?” Killian looked back hopefully, his hole fluttering.
“You...” Crush carefully traced the words around Killian’s hole.
Belongs to Crush forever.
“You said I could propose with any ring!” Killian blurted.
Crush froze again. Then he snapped his gaze up to Killian. “Y-you’re proposing to me?”
“Yes?” Killian cringed. “I mean, yes! I’m certain about it! Wait. I think I was supposed to say ‘I love you’ first. Damn it! I mixed things up!”
Crush sucked in a slow breath. “You love me?”
“Yes! Like a sponge loves water! Or like my mouth loves my foot.” Killian buried his face in his hands and groaned. “This is the worst love confession ever.”
A quiet laugh. “Sweetheart, it’s the best love confession ever, because it came from you.” Crush surged up, kissing Killian hard on the lips. “I love you. You know I do.”
Killian nodded. “Yeah. You look at me like... like I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen. No one else has ever looked at me like that.”
“Because you’re so special, bunny rabbit. Everyone else is missing out, but I don’t care. You’re mine.” Crush kissed him again, scooping Killian onto his lap and kissing him deeply. “I thought you were waiting for me to propose. But I wasn’t sure if you were ready.”
“I am!” Killian said, wriggling. “So ready.”
“Wait. So the ring...”
“Is my hole,” Killian said sheepishly. “Pinks said it’s better than an actual ring! You can wear my ring whenever you want.”
Crush growled loudly. “Fuck. Don’t mind if I wear it right now.”
Killian moaned. “You know it fits perfectly.”
Crush groaned and thrust his tongue deeply into Killian’s mouth. Then he positioned Killian back on all fours and made himself comfortable between Killian’s legs, spreading Killian’s cheeks to drop kisses on his hole. Killian whined. Crush gave his hole a filthy kiss, sliding his tongue in and out, licking him inside. He shifted his tongue briefly—so it was long and flat, pushing even deeper.
