;; never seen passion like mine.

“Sorry. I’ve just always been such a fan of your dick.” Hand sliding under the sheet to take the member into his gentle hand. Like you would your favorite blanket or teddy bear. “It would be the second reason I married you. We can put the fact I’m madly in love with as the third I guess.” Rolling his eyes as if his love was not in fact reason 1-10. The feel of his husband at his side was enough to make him forget any reason for leaving this bed again. “You should be thanking me. Most men your age would be lucky to have someone like me around to make sure the equipment is still working properly.”

-

“It’s fine. I know for a fact my personality isn’t as impressive as my cock.” A cock that was so overused and tired that it didn’t even bother stiffening up in Kieron’s loving hand. Drake sat up better, keeping one arm tossed over his baby bride, but most of his attention was on the drink in his hand. This was close to a perfect morning - body worn out from blissful sex, his favorite person in the bed with him, and a good cup of coffee. “Most men my age can’t be bothered with a gold digging nympho. Honestly, you should be thanking me. Can’t think of anyone else that can handle you. You’re welcome,” Drake offered nicely, planting a kiss on Kieron’s cheek.

Sliding into the room with coffee in hand he paused at the door. “I don’t know. I brought it for you but this chance to gloat sounds kind of fun.” Of course he was powerless to the call of the man as he patted for him to come forth. Crawling on the bed with his knees and handing the cup over. But first, the morning kiss that he just melted into. “Good morning. Hope you sleep well. Last night was…intense.” Wrapping himself against the side of the Adonis whose name he called out like a God more than a few times last night as he pulled the covers over them both.

-

Insatiable as ever, Kieron stole a kiss that was way too hot and heavy for broad daylight. Not that Drake minded, given the slight smile that twisted his lips during the kiss. “Would have been less intense if you got off my dick after round two.” But no, Kieron just had to keep going, milking the life right out of Drake’s balls. “It’s a miracle I didn’t faint,” he comments, smacking Kieron’s ass just as he took the very first sip of coffee.

Kieron sat the kitchen counter looking over the mail. The sight of ‘Kieron Goolsby’ on the envelops addressed to him brought a smile to his face as he turned the ring on his finger. Who thought they’d get to this point after all the trial and downfalls. Just proved true love could never be broken in the end. Or that the pair of them just deserved each other. He was fine with either reason as long as he was never parted from the man whose namesake he now claimed. “Are you up yet love?” Coming to the bedroom door with fresh coffee in hand. “Marrying you for you money means you have to continue to work or this is pretty much annulled.”

-

Drake groans from under the covers, exhausted after a long night of trying to keep up with his twenty-something husband and his insatiable sexual hunger. “Any chance that coffee I smell is for me, or did you just stroll in here to gloat?” he asks, pushing the covers off his tired head.

Kieron had no right to look this good so early. “Come here,” he coos, patting the bed and trying to lure in his victim slash husband.

Carmine can’t help but find Dominic’s insecurities a little adorable. The fact that it’s not about how Carmine will be around his folks, but how they will around Carmine is pretty touching. “Babe-” he said and takes hold of Dominic’s hand when he feels the knot tighten from tie “You nearly got me kicked out of here. If I can get past that no way in hell a couple of stuck up parents are chasing me away” He lifts Dominic up so the man has to wrap his legs around Carmine’s waist and he kisses him “Face it, you’re stuck with me”

“I know. Let’s not tell that story to my parents, okay? We’ll go with the eyes-locked-across-the-bar cliche. It’s very magical.” Dominic wraps himself around Carmine like he fits there, and looking pretty pleased with the position they’re in. “We can’t be tardy. Don’t get a boner,” he instructs, running his hand through Carmine’s hair before kissing him. “Okay, let’s go. The uber is down.” 

[at the dinner]

Dominic Sr. is an exact copy of his son id you add three decades to it. Helen Priestly is visibly younger and the more attractive of the two. Dominic has her eyes and most of her charm, which makes his face a lot more alluring than his father’s. 

They are already at the table when the boys arrive at the Four Seasons, and no one bothers to get up and offer a greeting.

“Darling, you’re late,” Helen mutters, looking at the other two with boredom. 

“Don’t I know it” he smirked and leaned in to steal a kiss when Dominic wrapped the tie around his neck. After that he stood still so the other could work, but he couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face at hearing Dominic was taking a leap with him “So I’ll be your first?” he asked “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior” he took Dominic’s hand and kissed it “See, I could have made a virgin joke and I didn’t”

Carmine stood and watched his boyfriend pretend that he wasn’t freaking out.  He looks down at the tie and then back at Dominic “I’ll pretend you didn’t ask that, but even so, you telling me your folks haven’t met your black twin already?”

Carmine smiles up at Dominic and kisses his neck “You are” he jokes back and then looks up at the mention of Dominic’s parents. “Hey, if Carmine is about anything it’s rising to a challenge. I mean I got you to like me, so clearly I know how to work the Priestly’s” He stands up and wraps his arm around Dominic’s waist “You know this means we official right?” he told him “from now on everyone gets to know I’m your man”

What happens next is tacky and fluffy and Dominic is half-repulsed by his own behavior. 

[one week later]

“You’ll get there” Carmine told him without a hint of doubt, it wasn’t in his nature to question what he believed. Not in sports, not in religion, and certainly not in this “I mean a couple months ago you hated my guts and now look, you’re sitting on my lap being all mushy with me. I think I can say I’ve gotten further than most”

“I mean I took you to see my folks and didn’t even touch under the table” Carmine smirked “sometimes actions speak louder than words” He kissed him and let it linger for a couple moments “but if you need to hear it I love you and as  hot as Freddie Prinze Jr. was in his prime I don’t base my life choices off his movies”

.”Poor guy, you just missed out on a whole childhood, didn’t you?” Carmine teased. Smiling, he gently pinched Dominic’s waist “I’m not saying we get married now, but in the future if you haven’t driven me completely insane it might be something to think about. I mean I know I’ll get the best deal in the league with you by me. Scarier than any agent by a mile”

“You sound like a final boss in a Mario game,”  Carmine said, but smiles when Dominic doesn’t resist sitting in his lap. Even happier when he feels the other’s lips on his neck “Why? You plan on marrying some nice girl from the midwest who won’t know you like it when I do that thing with my tongue?”

“Can’t I just wanna be close to you without wanting to get in your pants?” Carmine said and kissed his neck before being shoved away. Taking the book he pulls Dominic onto his lap “I’m a catch and you’re rich and white so you know it’s smart to invest early and watch the dividends roll in”

Carmine was looking over his playbook. Eyes rising up every couple seconds to look at Dominic and noticing the Cheshire grin . “Oh yeah” he chuckled “the whole family has been blowing my phone up about what a sweetheart you are” Sitting the book down he crawls over to lay on top of Dominic “You know that could very well be you which means you’re just shooting your own self in the foot”

“Am I dating the whole team or are you bringing them as a safety net? Just want to make sure what the boundaries are in flirting.” he smiled as he put on his hoodie, “I’m in.  Could use the distraction.”

“While appreciated, I won’t be able to flirt back. My...” Pascal licks his lips, anxiety still getting the better of him when he uses the word. “My boyfriend won’t like it.” A pause and a hard swallow. There’s no one else around, but saying the truth even to a stranger is nerve wrecking. “What are we distracting you from?” he asks, trying to shift the topic.