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Happy Pride! Chapter 18 of "Fortuitous" is here!

The arranged marriage bbs are back!

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕩, 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣, 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔻𝕆𝕄 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕆𝕠𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

18+ 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊 𝙳𝙽𝙸

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The boys ultimately agreed on wearing costumes to Harringtons annual halloween shindig, Bill was hesitant, he didn’t think matching costumes or the idea of dressing up would be “cool”. “That shits for kids!”

Seph on the other hand guaranteed whatever he chose to adorn his physique with, would make Bill’s cock twitch, ache for a piece of his boyfriend.

“I mean, it all depends on how you wear it.”

So a bet ensued, both went on the hunt for the perfect, most fuck-worthy costume they could find or put together to outdo the other. The boys were competitive in nature.

They kept the bet simple, they’d tease the fuck outta the other until one admits defeat, then felatio to start. Followed by having the acquiescent fucked how-ever the winner saw fit.

Both agreed not to see the other until the party, give the reveal “the full effect”.

The event was finally upon us, the men garnered recognition for their .. respective costumes, an abundance of cat calls, being pawed at, offers made, not so light innocent friction.

“Wanna take this upstairs, have your way with me? I’ll even let you stick it where-ever you want!” A female purred into Bills lobe, followed by a tug with her teeth.

“Not gonna happen darlin.” I re-enforced when I caught sight of .. my. It’s as though he was sent down from heaven or hell itself. “Fuck my asshole” I mouthed, when our eyes lock. He sauntered on over, pressing his body into mine. “Fuck-worthy costume babe, black is befitting to your .. stature.”

“I’m digging the crown-look baby, gives you more of a regal like appearance.” Seph bit his bottom lip teasingly, batting those baby doe’s that could get ANYTHING outta me. “Bow to the crown then Hargrove.”

We’re upstairs in Harringtons room, he’s having trouble with my vest, my finger traces over his “tattoo” with a smirk. “Ink adorned on your flesh is .. a sight, did you paint this on yourself?” I fawned, finally unclasping the button he pulls the vest open rather rough. “ Bucks drew it on.” When his lips begin a suction of kisses all over my chest, his fingers digging into my sides, raking down. “Sooo .. who won?” I moaned, his mouth was making me twitch in these damn uncomfortable leather pants. “I win! I got you in a costume, after protesting you wouldn’t AND I get to take your cock in my mouth. It’s a no brainer Bill.” Seph had planned this all along the little shit!

“You could’ve just asked.” Pulling his focus towards me, my finger hooked under his chin. Before he could speak I engulf his lips, robbing him of breath. My tongue prys those soft pink lips of his open, lapping up his taste. Our tongues dancing along the other as my fingers slap a firm grip on that toned ass of his. Causing him to groan into my mouth. We part briefly, out of breath, out of our minds, I watch as he kneels before me.

“Where would lie the fun in that Hargrove?” Seph meticulously palms me while he spoke, my hips jerked into his touch.

“Don’t .. remove your wings.” Seph offered a wink. “Kinky baby.” he unzipped my pants, cautiously retrieved my saluting, glistening cock. Watching him swipe his tongue over his lips.

“Happy Halloween Bill..” coating them with my precum, he began lapping a single strip that begin at my base then over head, engulfing me in one swift move. My knees almost gave out, praised my angel for taking all of me in. Watching his crown bob up and down, Seph having to hold it still since it kept falling to the side. Fuck his mouth, should be illegal to be this good.

One hand cradles my sack, while the other pulls the skin tight leather further down. I’m lost in the blitz of sheer pleasure his mouth is eliciting, feeling the emptiness when he pulls away, my cock slaps, greeting my stomach. Peering I see him disappear, when his tongue greets my perineum. Unable or unwilling to suppress my moans I bellow out, causing him to grumble a laugh that only added to the vibration.

“Seph .. baby .. I’m ..” he pulls away to once more devour my phallus with urgency. His hand pumps, twist and turns as his mouth concentrates on my head. A few more pumps, before I grip his head steady. Looking down, he knows what’s about to happen.

“You going to be a good boy and let me fuck that mouth of yours as I see fit angel?” He eagerly nods “that’s what I thought, good boy!”

Without warning I plunge forward, Seph rested his palms against the wall for leverage. My boy could take a throat fucking bar none, only did it for me, his Bill. With no regard I pump, piston and jerk into that gob of his, all while his tongue attempts to add to the stimulation. With one final thrust, I spill my seed into his mouth. Coating his throat with warm spurts, my orgasm ripping through my body that’s only heightened as my angels lips and tongue siphon every last drop.

Lifting him up, he wipes his mouth, sucks on the remnants left on his fingers. Taking a savor, rather enjoying how my cum added to his already delectable taste. Adjusting his crown, I placed a kiss on his head.

“Wait till we get home, what I have in store for that taut little hole of yours.”

Returning to the party, never leaving the others side. How could we? When every single mouth breather alike wanted what was mine and vice versa.

Needless to say the attention we cohesively and singly garnered had us slip away to the restroom or any dark corridor to repeat our actions a few times throughout the nights festivities.

We even tied for best costume, I called bullshit but I’ll let you be the judge of that.