He who stops time

Grant thought of protesting for a moment, dragging things out just for the hell out of it until Stephen carried him to bed, but then his husband smacked his ass once again and his feet promptly moved with the lingering and promising sting of things to come. Not one to go without a little flare when the subject of his husband’s attention, he bent his broad frame down at the edge of the bed and made sure to crawl onto it on all fours, heart-shaped lace threading down between the taut firmness of his cheeks.

Of course, he wasn’t one to stop there; his hands tucked at the small of his back and knees spread apart as he laid his face to the sheets. “How’s this— good for you, big boy…?” he asked with an near sinful arch in his back, which silently pleaded for Stephen to come and finish what he had started. 

Lips wet to the image,  unable to control the movement of is own body as if the magnetic pull  of Grant’s ass was real, two stepping teleports and Stephen was down to just a piece of underwear, stepping right behind it adding more oil to his touch as he began to brush his ass and knead his rear, bringing his legs close  just for the imagery. He couldn’t believe he’d ever had that appealing sight, of Grant’s body in an almost virginal state. 

The laugh that bubbled from Grant’s throat was lighthearted and easy, a sound of earnest warmth that was plenty normal in his life now that his husband was around. And although Grant wanted to reply, all teasing and provocation, he quickly found himself a little loss for words as those strong, lathered hands finally pressed to his body and rubbed over his bare skin; he was still plenty warm from his shower and even more sensitive from just having shaved to complete the seductive picture, and the slap to his ass brought his voice back to him with a guttural moan of Stephen’s name.

  “Yeah, wow, huh— You like it…?” Grant asked, pressing in close while he shifted his shoulders just enough to finally let the robe completely fall away. “Because I love you, too, you know; more than I can say, and I was kind of hoping this would help make it clear— I couldn’t ask for a better husband, babe,” he grinned and pushed in for another dirty and demanding kiss.

Kissing his man back, he looked into his eyes and laid their foreheads together to let him rest. If anything, because he knew he could et caught up in their kisses. Lips pursed, wet and his hand cupped the side of rant’s neck brushing his jawline. with the yet oiled hand as the other one brushed inside his thigh , spreading the oil surface as was safe to.