tarnished

“Beauty that thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, soon dies.” Jory Janus Marquet written & loved by Kayla - Nineteen - MST - Side blog that's following you just not here.

[fourteenthdancer]

“i like losing myself in you.” dalton moaned, happily draping his legs over his husbands shoulders. he whimpered as jory’s tongue worked magic on his hole and his length at the same time. god, he bit his lips so damn hard to stop himself from moaning loudly. they definitely needed to have a weekend all to themselves sometime soon, because dalton was craving loud, dirty sex. “fuck, baby please. please don’t stop.”

jory smirks and says, “i know you do, i know how much you need this. i definitely need to do it for you more often. cause god you’re so beautiful like this.” jory swipes his tongue against him and presses his tongue inside the other moaning softly against the others entrance. “i have no intention in stopping, definitely going to have to go away for a week so i can take care of you and have you screaming for everyone to hear.” jory leans down and bites the others inner thigh before sucking on the bite mark and stroking the other quickly in his hand before pressing two fingers inside his husband and pumping them in and out of dalton, fingers curling inside him.

[fourteenthdancer]

“it sounds like you take after your mother. you must have men and women falling at your feet every time they see you.” he whispered, a smirk coming to his lips. “do you always treat the ones who fall at first sight like this, or am i special?” dalton murmured, his eyes finding jory’s again. “your brother does sound like a pain in the ass, but he just wants his father to be your moms ‘the one’… can’t blame a kid for that. how old is he?” the male asked before nodding, getting up from jory’s bed but not before kissing him on the cheek. 

dalton smirked as he stood in front of the bed, and with a waggle of his eyebrows he started dancing for jory, slowly peeling away the jacket of his suit and throwing it in the others direction. most people would be embarrassed to dance in front of jory with how amazing he was at it, but dalton liked it. dancing with the other… dancing for him. he liked it. he danced to the music in his head until he was down to his boxers. he teased at taking them off, but he knew jory didn’t want that so instead he crawled his way back into the bed when he was finished being the centre of attention.

jory shrugs and says, “i don’t know about that, i mean she’s more beautiful. but i guess i have her charm down from watching her,” jory admits to that much, “and i have my parents dancing ability, which certainly helps.” jory nods and says, “he’s sixteen now.” jory gets up and says, “he never knew his father either. he died before he was born just like mine did. but i remember his father, he gave me my childhood dog, clover. and i even remember our first step father, and he can’t all he remembers is dad, which is why i don’t get why he can’t love him like me and my sister do. he’s the only father he’s known. it doesn’t make sense for him not to love him.”

jory giggled as he watched the other and couldn’t help the urge to drop his whole waiting things and straddle the other male on the bed. he was gorgeous and had jory ready to drop down on his knees for him he was sexy and jory wondered why he was putting a good guy like dalton through all these hoops. jory bit his lip and said, “you’re so hot,” he giggles and undoes his shirt. he shrugs it off before moving out of his slacks as well till he’s in nothing but his underwear. he moves back into bed presses close shivers running down his spine when their skin comes into contact with one another.  “you’re gorgeous you know,” jory says running his fingers down the others chest. “really gorgeous,” he whispers brushing his lips against the others shoulder.

[fourteenthdancer]

“no you weren’t.” dalton scoffed, a laugh upon his lips. “you were tipsy at best, as was i.” he had been one hundred percent certain of the marriage to jory. he never had a single doubt, because he knew from the moment he met him that he was the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. dalton almost couldn’t believe that jory had agreed to marry him. the only thing he ever had doubts over was if jory was sure about the marriage. it haunted him, and it tore at his heart to think even for a second of jory leaving him. deciding that it hadn’t been the right decision, and that he didn’t want to be married to someone he’d known for a grand total of two weeks. that fear was only reinforced by jory’s parents. a lot of ‘no offence dear’s’ here and ‘we like him but’s’ there. it had ripped at him, and he thought that that was enough to make jory leave him. but he hadn’t, and he wouldn’t, or so dalton hoped. “julia is a little drama queen just like you. plus, she likes you better, so she’s bound to imitate you more.” he didn’t want to think about this, about his kids liked him the least. colton was sympathetic towards him at least, and he was always good for dalton. but julia could be… she could be a nightmare. especially for dalton.

the man shook his head, shaking the thoughts from his mind before smiling at jory, thinking of a happier topic. “okay, but promise me? promise me we’ll have another?” in his mind, if the child came from him he’d connect more. the child would like him more, they would bond better and he wouldn’t feel hated by his own children. he knew they’d grow out of it and this was just the stage they were in… they had to, right?

jory sighs and says, “she’s like my mother, she’s temperamental. both our children love you though dalton. i’ve just spent more time with them. and i had siblings so i know how to calm them down.” jory bent his head down and sucked softly on his husbands neck. “yes of course we will. we’ll have at least one more. and you can spend time with them right at the beginning, more time than me.” jory wanted his kids to love them equally. and he felt often that colton did at least as much as he could. he was clingy with jory, but he loved both his dads and just wanted that love returned. that was enough for him. 

“we’re going to have more kids, and the ones we have now they love you, and they’ll grow out of the phase in which it seems like they like me better. they’re just babies. we just need to get the scheduling right,” he sighs. jory kissed his husbands cheek and said, “but at least you know i love you more than anyone. you’re my favorite,” he whispers and runs his fingers through his husbands hair.

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dalton rolled his eyes when jory spun his way to the door and leapt down the steps. he might hate him now for it, but when he fell and was scared shitless for the baby inside him, he would know why dalton said what he had said. for now, he decided to leave it. he’d nag his husband more when he was bigger, and a real danger to himself. he quickly caught up with his husband, reaching for the males hand to at least slow him down a little. “i love you, jory. i’m not trying to be a dick, yeah?” he murmured, though he kept his head down as he spoke. he didn’t want this to turn into an argument. it was apparent they’d already set a time for that later on. “so i was thinking a yellow or a green, so he doesn’t assume we know the gender already?”

jory frowns and let the other grip his hand and says, “i love you too. but i think i know my body better than you, and how it behaves,” he grumbles. jory rests his hand on his stomach and says, “i would never intentionally put our child in danger,” he whispers. jory sighs and nods, “green or yellow sounds good.”

[fourteenthdancer]

“is that surprising?” there’s an amused smirk tugging at the corner of matty’s lips - whether that was in relation to the comment or the other male pressing further against him remained to be seen, though the way his hand snaked across jory’s lower back might have been a good enough answer to the riddle. “well lucky for you, most everyone here has seen me do some rather embarrassing shit. this? not that bad.” he chuckles lightly, brow quirking at the question. “i don’t know…” he said softly, trailing off and then nodding his head off to the left. “have you laid eyes on big guy over there?” on the other side of the room, sprawled out on the couch, was a man passed out. his mouth was open and matty was fairly certain he could hear snoring. “kidding. but i’d say you’re definitely in the running for hottest guy here.”

jory shook his head and said, “not surprising, in fact kind of cliche,” jory teases and continues to dance against the other. jory smiles and says, “well i’m glad to give you back some class,” he jokes. jory looks over and chuckles, “mmm...and to think i was considering making out with you on that very couch before you said i might not be the hottest guy here, and pointed out that it was taken. what a shame,” jory grins brightly.

[fourteenthdancer]

“as lovely as she sounds, i would like that also.” dalton chuckled in agreement, his arm tightening around jory to hold him close and in place. “they must have known from the moment they started dating that they were right for each other.” he mused, knowing that he longed for something like that. he had a busy lifestyle, so he needed someone who could understand that and perhaps had a busy one too. jory seemed like his perfect match, and he was pretty pleased with that. “well, not to sound selfish but i am thankful that you and melodie are better off as friends and dance partners.” he grinned, laughing lightly as he moved to press a soft kiss to jory’s temple.

“i can imagine. let’s hope she doesn’t pop in in the morning, because that would be one hell of a way to meet someone.”

jory giggled and nuzzled his face close to the others cheek and then sighed, “yeah, i guess so. hard  to tell my mothers fallen in love many times. there’s not a man whose met her, who she didn’t have ready to fall to her feet. she’s been married three times, and she was never actually married to my brother bart’s father, so she’s been in love at least four times,” jory shrugged. “but i’m not as big of pain in the ass as my brother, who constantly asks he who she loved best. he wants to hear her say she loved his father best, or truthfully anyone but our step father,” he grumbles. he wrinkles his nose at how bart had phrased it to her. jory saw no use in asking, both because it felt a rather cruel question and a pointless one at that, it didn’t matter, his father, bart’s father, and their first step father paul were all dead. and lastly because he felt he knew the answer, he knew his mother loved all of her loves deeply and in their own way. but he felt that she loved his current step father best, perhaps it was because he could remember their love most clearly, but it seemed that way. but his mother of course never answered bart’s cruel question, she didn’t want to hurt either of her children, by saying she loved their father less. 

jory grins and kisses the others cheek and says, “i agree. would hard to keep honest with a beautiful guy like you walking around me,” he comments. jory nods and says, “mmm...yeah i guess it would.” jory sighs and says, “do you want to get more comfortable. not exactly the best sleep clothes that we have on.  i might have something you can borrow. or you can just sleep in your boxers, that’d be okay, unless that’d make you uncomfortable,” he stumbles over his words.

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“you knew pretty damn soon though if you agreed to marry me after two weeks.” dalton smiled, a shrug on his shoulder. “you can have, and do, whatever it is you want to have and do, baby.” he murmured to his husband, peppering in his cheeks with kisses. “me too, but i think it’s because the little monsters are so young. dogs and more kids, and i’d like one to look like me. i mean… i’d like, um, i’d like to have one. to have that experience, you know? if that’s okay with you?” the male laughed lightly, shaking his head. “your looks will never get in the way, and you’re the most beautiful person in this relationship so maybe he’s just got beauty all on his own.”

"yeah, well i was also drunk,” jory teases him. jory hadn’t been drunk, when the idea had been proposed he had been slightly, but he had been sober enough for the ceremony, he had some doubts then, but impulse had pushed him through more than anything. he had certainly been a lot more uncertain than dalton. he had worried everyday for a long time if he had acted too rashly. and his parents had expressed the same, and that had made him doubt himself as well. but beneath all that impulse, was the fact that he had been deeply in love with the man he called his husband. the marriage had come fast, but he had fallen for him fast. his friends teased him that it took him longer to let dalton kiss him than to marry him. but things had proved to turn out well. but he certainly felt like everything had gone by so fast. they had eloped quite literally, and now that he was a little older he did feel the guilt of not having that dream wedding to celebrate their love, surrounded by family.

and he hadn’t been able to even give his family the big happy reveal of him being pregnant. he had sprung that on them so they could comfort his fears. he hoped he’d have it more together for the next kid, to give them that big reveal. but it did feel as if everything was going by so quickly. like he had stormed through all his milestones without much thought.

jory smiles and says, “julia looks like you. think it might just be her demeanor that makes her look less like you. you never contort your face in such an angry way,” jory jokes. “but i would like a little boy who looks like you,” jory comments. “but that’s some ways off, already got two babies wearing me out, maybe in a couple years. after i feel like i’ve gotten my fair share of alone time with my husband,” he grins, “before i’m ready to share another portion of him.”

[fourteenthdancer]

“i am glad you said that, because i was thinking the exact same thing.” he spoke softly, before chuckling some. “that may be the case but nobody knows how much they’re going to balloon during pregnancy. and you be careful with your dancing now. if you do get big, or even if you don’t, it’s gonna throw off your balance you know? you’re the best dancer i’ve ever seen, but even you will lose your balance when growing a tiny human inside you. i don’t want either of you getting hurt.” dalton murmured, though he didn’t speak sternly just in case the topic was sensitive for jory. “you look very nice, baby. are you ready to set off to the store?”

jory narrowed his eyes at the talk of him losing his figure and not being able to dance anymore or being off balance. he had been struggling with the idea of allowing his body to be shared, and so soon. and even more so when the idea of having to stop dancing altogether was presented. stopping from dancing on stage at a fast and difficult pace had been hard enough. but stopping altogether was not one he was willing to entertain. jory huffed and didn’t argue, he didn’t feel like arguing right now. he figured they already had their share of that to go through later. jory nodded and said, “yep, ready.” despite not arguing the conversation had put him in a slight mood. so he purposely spun his way to the door and rushed down the steps, practically leaping down the stairs as he skipped three steps at a time. if he was going to have to pretend to be a sitter for the later end of his pregnancy, he was going to prove that he was plenty balanced and agile now. 

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“i want you to do whatever you want to me, i want you to take me. i just want you to do whatever you want to me, jory. i just need you to treat me like.. god, like i’m just your fucking sub, okay?” dalton whined, his breath hitching in his throat with every single touch, kiss and movement of the tongue from jory. “please, please baby just do whatever you like to me.”

jory smirked at how complacent his husband was being, he knew how dalton needed to be taken care of at times. needed to be submissive to him on occasion. jory nods his head and says, “okay baby, lets take care of you then,” he drags the others hips close and pulls dalton’s legs over his shoulders before dipping his head down and running his tongue across his entrance, he wrapped a hand around his husbands length pumping him in his hand as he swiped his tongue hungrily over his entrance. “always forget how needy you get when i take care of you like this,” jory teases, “but god you’re so hot when you lose yourself like this.”

[fourteenthdancer]

“what can i say? when i know, i know.” dalton grinned, “it’s the business head. knows a good thing when it sees one.” it was true, dalton had a brain for business but of course, jory was a hell of a lot more than that - it was just the easiest analogy. “we have so much ahead of us. you’ve gotta finish doing that tour you started, after all.” the male was determined that the dancer would finish his dream run of a show, across international waters. if possible, they would all go with him.. if not, dalton would fly them out from time to time to visit jory and have a weekend away. “and we have plent in the family and marriage department. once they’re a little older i want a dog, maybe even another kid, you know? and plus, when they’re older we’ll have grandkids. and we have wedding anniversaries, and we can renew our vows. there’s so much we can do, and will do. i promise.”

jory smiles brightly and buries his face in his husbands neck and sighs, “i love you so much for finding me and knowing before i even did.” jory sighs and says, “i mean i want it, but i don’t feel like i need it anymore. so maybe i am getting old,” he chuckles. “haven’t even hit thirty and i feel a big elderly,” he jokes. jory nods and says, “dog and more kids, and then when we’re actually older grand kids and vow renewals.” jory likes this dancing, the type where he can allow dalton to lead and everything go smoothly. jory sighs and says, “more babies one day. hopefully a boy who looks like you. don’t have that yet, my looks got in the way with colton,” he complains lightly. “though he’s more beautiful than me, so he must have got something from you,” he comments. 

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“well, maybe we can do a reveal for them once we know the gender? if you want to know the gender before its born, i mean.” dalton suggested with a soft chuckle. “it’s to be understandable. and my dad will understand - well, when he knows.” once jory was done, dalton loaded the dishes into the dishwasher before heading to get dressed. “i suggest you wear things that you want to wear before you’re too big to wear them. less of a chance of you getting hormonal about it later.” he teased, hoping that jory wouldn’t shoot him daggers for that one.

jory shrugs and says, “that sounds nice. yeah, i wanna know, for decorating, and clothing purposes you know,” jory chuckles. jory watches dalton get dressed and frowns heavily and says, “i am fit, that’s a long way off mister, some people don’t show till they’re nearly eight months, and i’m a dancer, i’ve got a lot of weight to gain for it to be noticeable. jory gets up and spins over to his dresser and despite knowing dalton’s words are mostly nonsense, he chooses to wear a button up knowing those will be the first to go, along with some dark slimming jeans.

[fourteenthdancer]

“being grabbed all over isn’t really my thing.” dalton chuckled, his eyes flickering around the room before coming back to land on jory. “i’m usually the one doing the grabbing.” he attempted to explain, though he was sure he was just digging himself a hole he’d regret getting into. “so she wouldn’t approve of me sweeping you off of your feet and eloping somewhere?” dalton teased with a grin on his lips as he thought of it. to be a dancer would be nice, but he doubted he had the skill and it was likely to late to learn. his body was set in its ways by now - but for jory, he’d try his damn hardest if he had to be a dancer to marry him. “avoiding her, gotcha. i’m hoping she’s not one of the nosy dancers that live in the building, and that she has her own home somewhere?”

jory chuckles and nods, “absolutely understandable, exactly why i’d like to keep you from her as long as possible.” jory giggles at dalton’s explanation and cuddles closer somehow. jory sighs and says, “probably not. my parents got married after two weeks of dating, they’d known each other for a couple of years. but they were only a couple for two weeks before they got married. she was pretty pleased with that. but then again both my parents were dancers. think she hopes i’ll marry melodie, my dancer partner. but me and melodie used to date when we were younger, didn’t work, we’re better off as friends and dance partners,” jory explains. melodie had been his first girlfriend, first kiss, first time, but they were nothing but friends and dancing partners now. it was best that way, there had been plenty of love, but not the romantic type. 

jory runs his fingers through dalton’s curls and shakes his head, “she doesn’t live here, but she leaves nearby, and she likes to pop in on us without notice to keep us on our toes,” jory reasons.

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dalton gasped as his husbands tongue travelled over him, his fingers curling in the bedsheets beneath him. his legs spread submissively, allowing jory access to wherever he wanted to go. it wasn’t often he let himself be at the mercy of others, but he loved and trusted his husband to take care of him, and fuck was he doing a good job of it.

jory grips the the others hips and pulls him down against him as he runs his tongue over the others body moving from his husbands length to his entrance. he’s beautiful and jory can’t separate himself from him even if he tried. jory moved back up and sucked softly around his husbands nipple mind whirling as he wanted to be at multiple places at once. “you’re so beautiful,” he grins softly against the others nipple before moving his lips to kiss along dalton’s neck and jaw. “what do you want from me baby? tell me what you want?” he moans softly.

[fourteenthdancer]

“i was never letting you go, jory. not ever baby.” dalton grinned, his own arms wrapping around jory tightly to pull him close, kissing him on his forehead. “i knew the minute i saw you, just had to persuade you that i’m the right one for you.”

"well you’ve done a pretty good job, you got me locked down with a ring on my finger after a little over two weeks of knowing you?” he laughs. “and we had babies just a little bit before our second wedding anniversary. you certainly swept me off my feet prince charming,” he teases kisses the others jaw. jory sighs and rests his head on the others shoulder and says, “everything’s moved so fast, but guess i just couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. we still have a lot ahead of us right baby?” he asks. “i mean i know we’ve got a lot ahead of us career wise cause we’ve been all marriage and family lately. but after, we still have stuff left to do and milestones and such to pass in the family and marriage department right?” he questions worried that perhaps they’ve blown through all their moments so quickly. 

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“we’re telling my dad.” dalton grinned, already excited. “i figure we go to the store and get a babygrow thing that says ‘world’s best grandpa’ or something, and put it in a box covered with tissue paper and when he sees it, it’ll be adorable. he’s gonna cry, just to prepare you for that. happy tears though.”

jory grins and says, “it’ll be cute. wish i could have given a better reveal to my parents. was a bit of a wreck. probably will cry more than he does. hormones you know, i’m easily excitable emotion wise. so i apologize in advance for any burst of elation that leads to tears, irrational sadness tears, bursts of anger, or bursts of i need to kiss your face off that may occur. it’ll only be fifty percent my fault maybe,” jory reasons as he quickly finishes off his pancakes.  

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“you like the idea of that?” dalton asked, a grin on his face as he looked down softly at jory. “it’s okay, i’m just teasing you. but hey, no one would scare me off from you, jory. only you saying no would do that.”

"maybe,” jory says shyly burying his face into the others neck again, out of habit. jory laughs softly and says, “mmm...you haven’t met my dancing friends yet. melodie, my partner, she wouldn’t be so bad. but stacy, donovan, jeffery, alexandra, and zander they’d be terrible. madame zolta would be the absolute worst though. she strongly believes dancers should only marry dancers. and even still if you’re not the first thing she’ll look at is your body, to decide if you could ever even be one. she did that with me, even knowing me her whole life. did the same thing to my mother and father, i say dancers have no personal boundaries. she’s the greatest example. when you join the company you have to stand in front of her, let her look over you and then she grabs you all over. very extensively. luckily my mother warned me, and i saw her in action. my mother said she nearly died when she reached out and started feeling her chest up,” jory laughs, “so unless your thing is being felt up by eighty year old women, i’d suggest avoiding her as long as you possibly can.”

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soft groans left his lips as his husband sucked marks onto his skin, he loved it when he did that. “you’re the beautiful one, baby. especially down there.” he smirked, though the smirk was wiped from dalton’s lips when jory went back down on him. it made his eyes role back into his head it felt so good.

jory shakes his head and says, “mmm you’ve never been down here. think i could live between your legs. jumping from here,” he whispers swiping his tongue along the others length, “to here,” he hums spreading his husbands cheek and running his tongue along his entrance. “oh yes could be very happy down here,” he purrs.