“Rusty,” Blake murmured, tightening his fingers in Rusty’s hair.
Rusty had always liked having his hair pulled. He probably needed to tell Blake that sometime.
The sex was only going to get better, and he could hardly wait.
The thought of curling up with Blake on the couch was nice, too. Having someone to share his life with had benefitsotherthan sex, and Rusty was excited about them, as well.
Right now, though, his cock was hard and he had his husband’s cock in his mouth. Sex was the most important thing going on in his life.
He reached down to his own cock, skimming his hand along his stomach to get himself used to the touch, hissing around Blake’s cock as he gripped the length of his own.
In the time since he and Blake met, Rusty had discovered that he loved sucking cock, too. He loved the sounds his partner made, the rush of having them at his mercy.
It was even better with Blake.
Of course it was. Everything else had been.
Rusty swallowed again, dipping his head until he felt the head of Blake’s cock nudge the back of his throat. It was a tight fit, Blake’s cock huge in his mouth, but it felt good. Hot arousal swirled in Rusty’s gut, left his chest feeling tight, his skin prickling with need.
He shifted the hand on Blake’s hip to his belly, splaying his hand wide across it, claiming him as his own. The thought made his head spin, but in the best possible way. Blake was his. Blake hadchosento be his, asked for it, decided that he didn’t mind being seen with Rusty for…
Well, for the rest of their lives.
Maybe it was too early to make that call, but Rusty could feel it in his bones. Everything about Blake told him this was forever, from the way he smelled and tasted to the way he felt by Rusty’s side, like they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that’d been cut out just to fit next to each other.
Rusty pulled back a fraction of an inch, just far enough so he could stroke Blake’s cock with his tongue, taste precome leaking from the tip, swallow and moan and grip his own cock tighter, jerking himself off eagerly.
He couldn’t hold out much longer, not when he was so turned on by this, by the thought that he had Blake, forever, that he could do this as often as he wanted. He wanted to get Blake off as often as he was up for it. There was nothing that had been more rewarding, moresatisfyingin his sex life than listening to Blake come, feeling him enjoying himself.
Blake was close, too. Rusty could feel it in the way his stomach was tensed up, the way his cock was leaking freely into Rusty’s mouth, forcing him to swallow around it.
Not that he minded. This was everything he wanted.
“Gonna,” Blake warned, his voice wrecked. A wave of arousal washed over Rusty, his own cock leaking onto his hand, precome rolling down the back of his knuckles. He nodded, hoping Blake would understand that he knew, and he wanted Blake to come, and he intended to suck him dry.
A low, needy moan rumbled in Blake’s chest, breaking free of his lips just as Rusty felt him start to come in his mouth, swallowing greedily around him and screwing his eyes shut, his own orgasm rippling down his spine, his balls aching as he started to come all over his hand as well.
He licked and sucked at Blake’s cock, coaxing him through his orgasm, soothing his sensitive cock with the flat of his tongue, licking him clean as he moaned in the back of his throat, coming in waves, the room spinning around him as he rode it out.
This was good. Better than good.
He could have sucked Blake’s cock every day and been a happy, happy man.
He groaned as he finally let Blake’s cock slip free of his lips, using the last of his energy to heave himself up and collapse on the bed, mostly not on top of Blake.
Mostly was close enough right now.
A shiver ran down Rusty’s spine, the last ripple of his orgasm leaving him spent.
He felt Blake’s lips against his before he’d even opened his eyes again. Rusty hummed happily at the contact, rolling onto his side to give Blake more access, surprised when Blake swiped his tongue across the seam of his lips, nudging them apart.
Rusty gasped, giving Blake the chance to seal their lips together, his tongue sliding into Rusty’s mouth, hot and thick but with a whole lot more give than his cock.
A spark of arousal did a somersault in his belly. If he hadn’t just come, Blake kissing him like this might have been enough to make him come all over again.
Blake broke off to gasp for air, brushing his nose against Rusty’s, pecking him on the lips even as he struggled to get his breathing back to normal. Rusty opened his eyes to see Blake’s pupils still blown, arousal written all over his face.
They’d never gotten a really good honeymoon period, but Rusty was starting to suspect they were going to.
