Day 7 of Romabby Week 2026
Free Day — Honeymoon Morning!
‼️ Minors are warned NOT to read! ‼️
We got two pink-haired men, in and making love on the first morning of their honeymoon as husbands. Let’s consider this the “prequel” from Day 6, a year or two prior from adopting. I don’t need to warn anyone (except the minors! No read time for you! 🫵🏾). It’s smut but it’s soft and sensual, sweet and tender, a non-Fifty-Shades-of-Grey-without-the-toys-and-crap story.
Along with it, here’s the inspiration by @tcalmlay for this fic! I just love how they’re positioned, and I wanted to make a little fanfic off it but couldn’t find the time. Now, I do! Sad to have reach the last day of the ship week, though! I love these two so much and it has been a delight to get back into writing after so long! What better way to enjoy my passion than with a fictional ship I love?
Enjoy and thanks for reading! ❤️💖🫰
What woke up Abby first? The sunbeam that chose to be their silent alarm clock of yellow and warmth, penetrating through their room and hovering itself over their heads to give temperate blindness when waking up? Or, would it be the tender kisses resting at his tanned skin, contributed by his pink-rose, long-haired hair love that took on awakening minutes before?
It’s no matter. An answer is unnecessary, just a reaction. And a good one at that; with a low hum coming from the throat, a hand soon sinks into the hair, massaging through until a second groan by the other is released.
Adjusting to hover over, eye contact lays between the two males. One awake with a gaze of soft admiration, and the other fighting against the sunbeam but manages to return the physical emotion.
“Good morning, husband~” Romance greets, his smile up and bright at the title.
Abby chuckles, his own smile coming into play. “Mornin’, hubby~”
Romance giggles before leaning down for a kiss, the two already at a melt that has them pressing against each other – only for Abby to pull back, now in a pout as he glares below.
Abby’s eyes flicker up, the pout still present. Then Romance feels a slight tug by his arm, Abby’s free hand tugging at the sleeve. “Too much clothing.”
Romance gives out a true, open laugh with a head shake. “I wore this since last night! You weren’t complaining about it then.”
“Well, now I am. I wanna feel you now and this shirt is in the way… Don’t care that it’s one of mine.”
Romance sits up, the large shirt acting like a near dress with one sleeve now dangling further down, exposing his shoulder and collarbone, the rest of him below hiding everything but the thighs and bent legs while seated on his lap.
Abby’s pout sticks out more, hands now at his waist. “Why move back? I wanna kiss more,” he whines.
Romance doesn’t move, only smirks at him. “I thought you like me in your clothes.”
Romance snickers, then gives off a look that has the whining child look switch to open curiosity. “You sure you want it off~?”
A little movement at the lap gets a little jump from Abby’s chest, his eyes widening at the feel. Then his own smirk comes to a morphing presence. Laying back with his hands leaving the covered waist to rest on the bare thighs, the sun does nothing but illuminates the heat in his brown eyes.
“Got something in mind for your husband?”
Romance bites his lower lip, one hand now at a hold at the hem of the shirt. “A little… But if you want it off, I could take it off now…”
Abby doesn’t stop him. Romance’s smirk stretches a bit.
It’s a slow lift, but it’s a tease to enjoy anyway. Ignoring the morning wood at bobbing play with a small splatter of wetness on his stomach, his hand sinks underneath the shirt, purposely pushing the shirt up for increasing display of lean, athletic skin, to run the palm around his neck and under his chin, tilting his head back.
With his head back, Abby couldn’t see the blush at rest on his cheeks. He knew he looks good; owning the romantic persona involves keeping up an appearance that says a prince straight from any fairy tale. Words at common use, however, were its usual “handsome”, “gorgeous”, “hot”, and “sexy”.
“Beautiful” is another choice, but sounds better and true from the one he gave his entire being to.
The hand then sinks into his hair as he brings his head down, Romance’s eyes already getting into a daze while bringing his free hand up.
Abby’s eyes are in following. Following as it trails a single index finger with its nail dragging gently against the skin, then comes in terms to circling around a brown nipple before tweaking and pulling at it. Abby sinks further into the mattress, taking in on his husband’s touches over himself with moans escaping from his agape lips.
“So hot,” Abby mutters, his large hands sliding up and down on the thighs with occasional grips at a time.
Romance moans into his bent arm, his eyebrows furrowing by the pleasure. His nipple play comes at an end, dragging his hand down to rest over one of Abby’s, stopping himself without a try.
Then he lifts both hands, and once again without try, gets to have two thick fingers in his mouth.
Eye contact stays, but it’s tempting to see direct at him sucking on the fingers, bobbing his head in a slow motion, the pair sinking further in at a time until at reach of the last knuckle. Romance’s eyes drift to a close, lips puckering around for increasing tight sucking until letting go, licking off the lingering saliva trail at the tip before giving small, innocent pecks at it.
“Oh, you cannot go cute on me now, you damn tease,” Abby mocks, getting a purposeful giggle from the man.
“Lucky for you then.” He leans forward, and the mischief returns in his eyes as he whispers, “I’m not done yet.”
Releasing the shirt from the hold, the shirt falls back down – only to rise up from the mattress. Romance crawling back leads to his lower half sticking up when on his knees, and his higher half down enough to give a comfortable position as the mischief lays at the thick morning wood, now saluting without being sat on.
“Mm, such a good cock,” Romance praises, grasping at the base until giving a good stroking. His smirk stretches out to a near grin when hearing Abby’s groan, his head falling back on the pillows. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.
“How thick it is, how husky it smells, how much it stretches… Crazed fans would be desperate for a view let alone a forbidden taste.”
Abby chuckles, then brings an arm around his head to prop up. “Sucks to be them then, cause it’s been yours and now… it’s permanent. Yours for life.”
“I love being your husband.”
Abby’s laugh gets cut off once Romance latches his lips on the leaking head, moans sending off vibrations that has him hold back from bulking when it just started. “Same here, babe.”
One thing Abby loves about Romance sucking him down is the change of emotion. Before, he acts all confident and sly, acting to be a power bottom that knows exactly what to do every time. But once the cock is in, he’s a mess. A vulnerable little thing that wants nothing more than to be stuffed by the impossible thickness Abby’s blessed in having.
Already he gives off not only moans, but a face that has him seem like it’s his first blowjob, when truth be told on just loving to drop his guard down and let himself be taken. Bobbing his head, Romance comes to a point in sinking as much as he could, staying at a hold with three fingers wrapping the rest at the base, before bringing his head back, a loud groan mixed with inhaling once released.
“Oh, God,” Romance moans. Resting his cheek on the left thigh, he watches in tempting desire as his hand spreads on the saliva, the hard-on glistening under the light. “I want you inside me so bad.”
“Considering how you almost rip the buttons off my shirt last night, that’s no surprise.”
Romance gets some consciousness to chuckle and place a kiss on the thigh. “It was a special moment: our first night as not boyfriends or fiancés, but as husbands. And starting now, more to come by together.”
Romance gets back on the head, moaning as he sucks and flickers at the slit, taking in part of the pre-cum.
“Ahh, babe.” Abby is quick to sit up, grab his head, and bring him into a kiss, moaning as the stroking continues but in a slow speed. One he appreciates, or else he’d burst. “It’s not fair for you to have something eat and I don’t.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, honey.” With a few more pecks, the stroking comes to an end, both hands now on his pecs. “How do you want me?”
“On your stomach… And keep the shirt on.”
The delight on his successful tease is no matter, not with Romance moaning and gripping on the pillow as that expert mouth rummaging heat and spit all over his asshole, along with the large hands going their ways to squeeze, stretch apart, and make delicious heat to redden the skin.
Abby is no God, but he might as well be a self-claiming proud apprentice to the God of Sex. Eating him out with his tongue penetrating him always get Romance going, especially when adding in the same fingers he sucked previously.
“Ahh, ahh, Abby~! So good! Oh God! Fuck!”
Eventually, Abby’s tongue is replaced by a third finger, stretching the hole and getting the tips to adjust on finding—
Climbing over without pulling away, his free arm gets a tight hold at his waist, pinning Romance’s back against his chest. Romance looks back after the sudden hold, only to throw his head back against his shoulder when Abby’s arm goes to rapid speed, a near vibration experience that has Romance gripping tight on a forearm.
“OhGodOhGodOhGod—Oh God yes!”
“Such a hot tease, my slutty husband,” he claims, sucking a tender spot on Romance’s neck. Knowing how it gets him squirming harsh in a second, whimpering at the suction feel.
“Abby, Abby, please,” he begs, his hand immediately gripping and pulling at Abby’s roots. “Inside. I want your cock in me. Wanna come by your cock. Ple–ease! I need it!”
The fast assault comes to an abrupt end, Romance’s body relaxing at every breath until near limp until Abby gestures to turn him over, now on his back.
Abby pauses at the sight before him: flopped arms in random positions beside his head, flustered cheeks in a red near to his dyed fuchsia, eyes in a daze, pink bruising and damp agape lips, the chest inflating and deflating at a time, and the growing return of a large hickey on the hollow part at his neck.
He gives a smile, soft in comparison to his previous actions. “So beautiful, Romance.”
He acts careful in lifting the shirt off, Romance lifting up a little for easy removal until thrown aside. Allowing Abby to not only hold him chest to chest, all bare together, but to also nuzzle and kiss against Romance’s neck.
“Abby, baby~” He breaths out, tilting his head again for more access. Then comes soft moans, Abby grinding against him with his abs dragging against his sensitive cock, the first contact given since woken up.
Legs wrap around his waist, Romance grinding upwards that gets his neck vibrating by Abby’s moans. “Abby… Oh, it feels so good, but I want your cock in me before I…”
Chuckling a bit, Abby soon stops, his arms pushing himself up and Romance’s legs detaching from his waist. Easy access given again, he reaches over to the lube bottle on the counter – part of a gag gift from Baby with three lubes of different flavors, fluffy handcuffs, and an anal vibrator.
Jokes on him. He should be grateful on never having to hear them use it.
On the second bottle of lube with a sweet berry mix scent, Abby pours out a generous amount of the indigo liquid on his fingers to rub.
The mischief comes back to him as he looks at Romance, seeing his conscious self back in place – with good returning energy to have his legs up and stick two thin fingers inside while being his free hand’s finger. All while gazing at Abby with a lustful expectation.
“Always gonna be my slut, aren’t you,” he claims.
Romance smirks and lets go of the hand to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. “As your boyfriend, I am. Now… I’m your married whore.”
With a slow lick on his lips, Romance then leans back against the pillows with satisfaction by his act, Abby a little stunned by it.
“Have your way with me. Claim me, breed me, give me a child if possible.” He chuckles at the joke, then gets serious as he brings his legs up to a hold with hands behind his knees.
“Fuck your husband, Abby.”
Rubbing the lube over his cock, then add a little more to rub at the rim and lubricate partially inside, Romance moaning at the cool feeling, Abby gets his grip back on Romance’s now bare hips on one hand while the other holds himself to position while keeping eye contact.
“With pleasure, Romance.”
A gasp leaves Romance and a groan leaves Abby. It doesn’t matter how many times they do this. Romance is always tight, Abby is always thick, and the two are soaking in on the delicious feels in contact.
“Yesss.” Romance sinks his head into the pillow, hands gripping on the legs as the slow penetration keeps at it until reaching the end.
“Fuck, babe,” Abby groans, his thumbs rubbing the hip bone. “So hot and tight. I can’t get enough of it.”
Romance gives a bliss-filled smile. “Good thing it’s yours, too.”
Bringing his hips back, halfway out, Abby rams back in, hitting on the target that gets a scream out of Romance. “Abby!”
Romance claimed before that while he loves the tenderness, seeing how well cared for during their first few times together, he also wishes for Abby to go all out when he feels the urge for it. To not treat him like glass, to not worry about discomfort, to not think Romance wouldn’t be into it – only to show later on that it drives him crazy in the best way.
Fingernails claw under his skin. The head whips about, fussing a mess onto his hair. Tears are in development underneath his closed eyes. The skin gets red and a spread down to his neck. And screams and shouts go all about – thank goodness in choosing a private spot than to have neighbors in hearing them.
“Close, close! So fucking close!” He cries, Abby suddenly leaning down to his face. His eyes widen and his jaw drops at the now direct punches to the prostate, the rapidity of the hips now at timed thrusts, getting the tears to come in faster.
“Gonna come for me, babe? Gonna cum without touching your cock like my good whore?”
Romance nods eagerly, feeling the hips speeding up again. Then Abby smirks, “Or, would you prefer….?”
Abby rips Romance’s hold from his legs, quick to have the abandoned pair back around his waist before pinning the confused Romance’s arms up beside his head, and bent over — where his abs grind against the cock and his lips latch on the hickey again.
Eyes rolling back, Romance arches his back and tightens hard.
Abby pauses at the tight feeling, moaning at the walls’ wrap around him before resuming. At the arch, Abby gets his arms to wrap behind him, continuing the fast thrusts as Romance squirms, the other loving the over stimulation while their chests are spreading out his release.
Tears stream free down his face, all red and scrunching up on the pleasure. Romance then grips on Abby’s biceps. “Inside,” he speaks, soft but not enough to be silenced by the bed creaks. “Inside me. I want—”
He gets cut off by the kiss, feeling the desperation in the deep pleasure that it gets Romance’s fingers in Abby’s hair again – the perfect send-off that gets Abby squirming himself.
He stills with his own face scrunching up while Romance relaxes by the pleasure, putting in a few more thrusts until all of his release rests inside.
Feeling the hand tilting his head back, Abby lets Romance do so for a kiss, slow by the exhaustion but got remaining desire to have their tongues in savoring the taste and movement. Eventually comes the sense of reality when pulling away and relaxing: aches at their beings other than their lower ends, sweat at rest on their skins, exhaustion that has them ready for another sleep despite being past 8:00am now.
Abby spares a glance at Romance, raising a tired hand to wipe the lingering stream from a fallen tear at his skin. “You okay? Was I too harsh?”
Romance gives a tired smile. “I’m alright, darling,” he replies, voice sore now. “You know I’m like that when you treat me so good.”
Abby hums. “Still. Makes me feel a little bad. Like it’s too much.”
Romance raises his left hand, Abby catching on the golden wedding band that gets his heart racing, and smooths back his hair. “Your love and desire are never too much, Abby. I love it, and I enjoy it every time.“
Feeling the relief, Abby then gives a short peck on his lips. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Romance’s smile gains a blush that has him glowing, the sunbeam now risen above their heads but still brightens the room. “Same here, love.”
The two blink, this time Abby getting color on his cheeks that wasn’t from their previous fun and has Romance failing to hide a laugh behind his hand. “Right on time for breakfast.”
“I’m ordering in,” Abby offers, gaining back energy to sit up and carefully pull out, a soft moan leaving the both of them. “We’re not cooking right now.”
Romance then smirks. “You mean ‘I won’t cook, and you won’t set the kitchen on fire again’,” he corrects, chuckling at the returning pout.
“You forget to put water in spaghetti one time…”
Romance snickers, then yelps. Stamina gets Abby out of bed, and scooping Romance in the bridal hold done at the reception – or bridal groom, in his case. Abby smirks as Romance’s quick to wrap his arms around his neck, his own energy back to display his shock. “What are you doing?!”
“Shower time with the husband. Gotta take responsibility for our sweaty and sticky, or else you’ll leave evidence for the maid to wonder about.”
A smack at the pec does nothing to die out the laughter from Abby, but Romance does rest upon him, grasping in with a smile on what is his forever.
Okaaaay, maybe it’s not one hundred percent sweet and tender… But, it’s a great send-off to the end of this week!
Thank you @stelscribbles for this Romabby week opportunity! It’s been a honor to join in on the fun and to show the love for these boys! I ship them as much as Rujinu and Zoeystery, so it has been an absolute delight!
Thanks for reading and here’s to new fics in the future! 😁❤️💖🫰🏾
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