“I love you,” Royce said. He couldn’t stop saying it. Didn’t want to. Marc’s smile grew wider and he glowed with the words as if they lit a light in his soul bright enough for the whole world to see.
“I love you too.”
Royce snatched up the little packet of lube and smeared some on his dick before pressing some carefully into Marc’s opening. Marc hissed softly, lifting his hips as Royce eased a finger inside of him.
“Oh love, let’s skip the whole stretching part. Need you now.”
Royce’s smile widened at the endearment. It was the first time Marc had ever used one, and it sounded wonderful rolling off Marc’s tongue. “I don’t want you too sore. I plan on living inside of you for the next week.”
Marc tensed and lifted his head, confusion pulling his eyebrows low over his dark eyes. “Only the next week?”
“I’m on vacation for the next week. I plan to be physically connected to you every day that I’m not at work.” As he spoke, he withdrew his finger and added a little more lube before pressing two inside of Marc. A low moan echoed through the house and Marc moved with him, taking him deeper.
“Now. Oh God, now!”
Royce nodded. His hands were shaking as he lined himself up and slowly pushed into Marc. They both moaned in pleasure. The heat seared Royce while tight muscles gripped him, pulling him in deeper. He was already riding the edge of his orgasm. No matter how badly he wanted to stretch this out, to linger inside Marc so that the man he loved was panting and begging, he couldn’t. He blinked down at Marc, loving the wide smile that spread across his face.
“Hard and fast, love. Make me feel every inch of you because I’m not going to last.”
Royce could only nod as he set them on a brutal pace. Fingers dug into Marc’s hips, holding him in place with enough force to leave behind bruises as he slung in and out of him. Marc shouted, begging for it harder, faster, as his hand moved on his cock.
Sweat glistened on Marc’s long body. His head was thrown back, his muscles in his neck straining and trembling, just before he finally shouted. Thick ropes of semen covered Marc’s stomach while his body clamped down on Royce. The perfect moment of joy tipped Royce over the edge. His orgasm ripped through him like lightning, leaving him gasping as he filled the condom.
With his last bit of strength, he gathered Marc in his arms and rolled onto his side. Arms and legs were tangled together so that it was difficult to determine where one person began and the other ended. Royce buried his face in Marc’s neck, his entire body trembling from both the orgasm and relief.
“Never letting you go again,” Royce said in a low, choked voice.
“You will never need to,” Marc whispered.
He felt Marc shift, his head moving, before his entire body shook with laughter. Royce lifted his head to find Marc looking up. He twisted and found that they were laying naked on the hard floor, semen and smears of paint across their bodies, in front of the doors still thrown open.
“We really have turned into a pair of exhibitionists,” Marc said with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Maybe I want the world to see how much I love you.”
Marc chuckled. “You’re willing to share me with the world?”
Royce pretended to think about it for a moment before frowning. “They can look, but no touching. Only I get to touch.”
“I’m good with that as long as I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”
“That can be arranged.” Royce leaned closer, brushing his lips across Marc’s in a gentle kiss. “I belong to you. Only you.”
Marc opened his mouth to speak, but Lilah’s pained shout cut him off. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Come on, guys! I totally support your relationship, but can you at least put clothes on?”
They looked up to find Lilah stomping down off the front porch and stalking back toward the house. Their laughter exploded from the house and followed her across the yard.
“Poor Lilah,” Marc said as soon as he could draw a breath.
“I have a feeling that this will come back to haunt me over the holidays.”
Marc’s gaze slowly danced over his face, tracing lines. Royce watched the laughter drain from Marc’s eyes as he stared at Royce. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”
“No,” he whispered.
“I see a good, caring man trying to fight back darkness in a hard world. He accepts that he’s made bad decisions in the past, and he’s still fighting to remain that good man. You’ve always been worthy of me. From that first day we met.”
Royce didn’t realize that a tear had slipped from the corner of his eye until Marc wiped it away with his thumb. Marc’s words were a balm for his soul, leaving him feeling lighter than he had in years.