Duncan stands and lifts me up onto the counter. I rest back on my elbows and he thumbs my asshole again. I’m nearly insane with anticipation. My cock hardening quickly under the ring and the pressure is unbelievable.
"So perfect, such a good boy for wearing my ring." Duncan grunts as he removes the plug.
"Yes Duncan, yes."
He drives himself into me, his playoff bruised and battered body hard on top of me. The suede of my HAB jacket the soft landing for him.
My heart hammers in my chest and I cannot believe this is my life. This level of love and connection was the stuff of song lyrics. Now I’m living it and it’s almost too good to be true.
"Oh fuck Rhys, I’m gonna come."
"Kiss me." I demand and he leans forward to connect our mouths as he drives deeper inside me.
"Pump your cock Rhys, come with me." He pants and I enclose myself in my fist. "Ruin this fucking jacket, I’ll get you another one. I want you to paint it with our cum."
"Duncan, shit." I grit as my cock swells and the ring keeps my orgasm at bay. I reach for it, seeking relief but Duncan slaps my hand out of the way and grips me instead. "Yes, yes, your hand feels so much better than mine."
"That’s right baby." He lifts up and strokes me as he drives into me. "My ring on your cock, my cock in your ass, my name on your back."
"I know, fuck, it feels so good. I’m yours, all yours."
Our words drive the intensity higher. We’re nothing but animals chasing our pleasure until he rips himself from me and jerks his cock. My cock throbs, looking for his touch but he’s using the back of my thigh for balance. His fingers dig into the muscle as he pins it to my chest. I watch, awestruck, as he cries out.
His milky release flies across my chest and onto the jacket, darkening the fabric. The sight brings mine even closer. I’m throbbing, painfully, panting, and only after he milks his cock dry does he reach for mine. He tugs on my balls as his hand strokes up my cock and I explode.
"That’s it baby, yes." He watches as he pulls every last drop from me.
We’re a mess, a dirty, beautiful, perfect mess.
Slowly, gently, he helps me up. I slide the jacket from my shoulder, leaving it on the counter. Duncan carefully removes the ring from around my deflating cock and sets it next to the jacket.
Our hands caress the planes of each other’s body as we make our way to bed and I curl up against his chest. His fingers tracing along the ink covering my skin.
He’s been quiet for a while so I lean my chin up on his chest. "Too wired to sleep?
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"You’re not going to want like mason jar votive candles at our wedding right? Like I get barn-chic is probably your brand but I have a reputation too."
I sit up and stare at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Our wedding."
"What wedding?"
"I know we don’t have a date yet, we’ll have to look at your tour schedule and what not, but I was thinking Scotland."
"Duncan, wait. I’m missing something. When did we agree to get married?"
He looks at me, a flash of hurt across his face. "I gave you a diamond ring like twenty minutes ago."
"A cock ring, Duncan."
"I’m pretty sure that counts. Boy gives boy a ring. Boom, engaged."
"You skipped over boy asking boy to marry him."
