Honeymoon Phase || Closed
Edmund laughed softly and drew back his arm to gently punch his husband, rubbing his thigh sweetly. One hand then came to rest on the man’s inner thigh as he leaned into his ear and whispered, “Since you insist on being a naughty imp, I intend to lavish your cock with all of the spoils of my mouth, George. Do you like that? The idea of your pretty husband, on his knees, with your cock stuffed into his mouth?”
“There isn’t a single part of that image I don’t love.” George pecked Edmund’s lips, a hand squeezing a soft hip. “Any excuse to have my husband show his love.”
He hummed in approval and sat back, studying George lovingly as his hand rubbed little circles on his thigh. “I’ll do more than show my love for you, George. I intend to make this house ours. It’s belonged to the ghosts of my parents long enough,” he smiled a little and leaned his head on George’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to the soft skin there as his hand crept further up his thigh. “You’re my family now, and I trust that you’ll take good care of me.”











