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I was already waiting in his bed when he came out and asked, “What are you going to do? You didn’t bring any pajamas or clothes for tomorrow.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m going to need pajamas,” I teased him, then dramatically threw back the bedcovers both to invite him in and to give him a good look at what was waiting for him. It was silly, but so were we.

And I loved it.

“Hello,” Marco said, grinning at my already half hard cock. “Nice to meet you again. Sorry about the slobber before.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. Especially since Marco scrambled out of the medieval doublet he still wore with comedic speed. I continued to laugh once he dove into bed with me and I wrapped my arms around him and rolled him to his back.

“I know it’s probably too early to say this,” I said, whole body heating as I pinned him to the mattress and nudged my legs between his, “but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Wow,” he said breathlessly, gazing up at me with stars in his eyes. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

It was the most beautiful moment of my life. I made it even better by lowering myself to kiss Marco tenderly. I didn’t want to rush things. I wanted to hold and cherish him. I wanted to learn every inch of his body and how it reacted. He wanted the same thing. Our lovemaking was slow and heated. We couldn’t get enough of kissing, even though we broke away now and then.

I kissed my way down his chest, playing my tongue over one of his nipples in a way that had him groaning, before continuing down to explore his surprisingly hard abs. No one would have guessed to look at my adorable boyfriend when he was smiling and being the best cinnamon roll ever, but he was built. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of touching and kissing him.

He didn’t stop touching and caressing me as I drank in my fill of him. I loved his hands in my hair as I kissed his thighs, then sucked one of his balls into my mouth before giving his hard cock some loving attention. I would dye my hair back to red, or whatever color he wanted, as soon as possible. I would be myself for Marco for the rest of my life.

We were both too hot and aroused in no time. Marco had everything we needed in the table beside his bed. I was able to put on a condom and open him up without too much of an interruption to our growing intimacy. The necessities were all part of the moment that brought us so close together that I didn’t think I would ever be able to live without him.

“Bastian!” Marco cried out so perfectly as I pushed into him.

He was so tight but so welcoming at the same time. I didn’t think I’d be able to last more than a few seconds. I wasn’t sure it mattered, though. I jerked and thrust, balanced over him, gazing into his beautiful eyes, as he stroked himself to orgasm. His come face was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and sent me over the edge.

“Oh, god, Marco!” I gasped as I spilled my entire heart and soul into him, rocking hard enough to slam the bed against the wall.

The only thing better than the pleasure we’d shared was the soft ecstasy afterwards. We settled in to each other’s arms once the practicalities were taken care of, sighing and snuggling as I started to drift off to sleep.

I was just about gone when Marco gasped, “Bastian, look!”

I pried my eyes open and turned to the side, where Marco was staring at one of the bedroom windows. My eyes shot all the way open as soon as I saw what he saw.

All three of the windows in Marco’s room were fogged over with tons of hearts standing out against the moisture. As we looked around, more of them began to form. Even more surprising, I could have sworn I heard laughter deeper in the house.

“Was that Polo?” I asked, holding Marco tighter.

“It was Josaiah,” Marco whispered. We looked at each other, and he burst into a smile. “He approves of us.”

I met his smile with one so full of love and wonder that I was surprised I didn’t start crying. “He never got to live happily ever after with the love of his life,” I said, then kissed him one last time before hugging him close and closing my eyes. “But we definitely do.”

I didn’t see how anyone could find fault with anything about the way Marco and I were falling in love. We were perfect for each other.

I hope you’ve enjoyed Marco and Bastian’s story! It’s always fun to get a little Halloween action going. By the way, I have a friend who used to do make-up for funeral homes. Her experiences were definitely an inspiration for this story! Also, if you caught my tiny reference to Solly Brothers farm, that’s where my mom used to take us every Halloween season to pick our own pumpkins. Yep, it’s a real place in Bucks County, PA! I have such fond memories of slogging through the muddy fields (why were they always muddy?) to find just the right pumpkin. And they really did sell apple donuts and a bunch of other things at the farm, too. They say write what you know, right?