Ronan was somewhat taken aback when he was handed the leather end of a heavy chain-link dog leash as he walked back into the boathouse after his daily swim. He accepted the leash automatically, startled that it was being given into his keeping at all, his free hand fumbling to finish knotting a clean white towel around his naked hips. He paused a moment to think once he'd secured the towel and realized that it wasn't really the leash that astonished him so, nor was it the thick, heavily-studded leather dog collar that was attached to the leash. No, what amazed him was the fact that the collar was firmly buckled around his husband's neck, the man himself stood there grinning like a loon as he enjoyed Ronan's surprise.
"Brodie," Ronan began, "what..."
"...am I doing wearing a dog collar and leash?" Brodie finished for him. Ronan tried not to grin ruefully -- in the two years he'd been living with Brodie, he'd asked the exact same -- or a very similar -- question at least once a day. He secretly believed that Brodie took a perverse delight in springing new things upon him. It was certainly true that his... ah... horizons... had been dramatically broadened since he'd fallen in love.
But Ronan said none of this, just swept his gaze up and down Brodie's well-shaped muscular body and tried not to let his eyes pop out of his head when he realized what Brodie was wearing besides the collar and chain. Boots... socks... tiny cut-offs... suddenly the 'why' didn't matter any more -- the only thing that was important was the reality of his husband standing semi-naked in front of him, studded dog collar around his neck and come-hither smile on his face.
Ronan realized he was still holding the end of the leash and decided to utilise it to good advantage, using it to pull Brodie towards him, forcing his mate to stumble into his arms and measure his body along Ronan's own lean, barely covered, length. Ronan sought Brodie's mouth eagerly as Brodie melted against him, hunting for and finding the soft moist lips, and thrusting his tongue insistently into the welcoming mouth. His arms went around Brodie's waist, fingers dancing up and down the golden skin of Brodie's back, and by the time he broke the kiss he was breathless and dizzy. Brodie's hands rested on his hips, slipping underneath his towel to caress the almost sharp edges of his pelvic bone. He nuzzled Brodie's neck, nibbling the fine-grained tender skin under Brodie's ear as he used his body to try and maneuver both of them towards the bed. His cock throbbed strongly beneath his towel, his balls hung heavily between his legs, and he was of a mind to give them what they so obviously wanted. Could there be a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than sunk balls deep in his mate's fine tight ass?
"Oh no, you don't!" Brodie protested as he realized just what Ronan was attempting to do. "We don't have time for that -- Amanda will be here in just a minute and we have to get ready!"
Ronan sighed -- looked like he was going to have to give into the urge and ask after all. "Ready for what, lover mine?"
"The parade of course!" Brodie replied as he walked over to the sofa and retrieved a bundle of clothing. "Here, put these on."
"Parade? What parade? And what do I need to wear these for? This isn't some Pride thing is it?" Ronan eyed the clothes Brodie had handed to him distastefully -- tight black leather pants, boots with far too many buckles, and a tightly-woven metallic silver mesh top.
"No, it's not a Pride thing... not really, anyway. Pride week was last month, and you know that not even Auckland put on a parade this year. No, this is for the Capping Parade -- UniQ decided that we'd enter a float this time."
"Oh... okay... I can see that -- but why do you want me to dress up and go in it?"
"To hold my leash of course -- do you really think I'm going to let anyone but my husband lead me down the main street?"
Oh... well that was nice... nice that Brodie wanted everyone to know just who he belonged to... but still...
"Brodie, I don't think this is such a good idea -- I'm not a student, I'm a staff member..."
"I know -- that's why I'm letting you hold the leash instead of wearing it," Brodie grinned at him mischievously. "Seriously, Ronan -- UniQ is for students and staff -- what's wrong with representing the gay academic staff on campus? I mean, there could be gay students out there who'll see you as a role model or something if you show you're not ashamed of what you are... you're not ashamed anymore are you... I mean, I thought..."
Ronan blinked and thought for a minute, then grinned at the worried expression on Brodie's face. "No... no... I'm not ashamed, not anymore... and especially not with you by my side. Who could possibly be ashamed when they've got the most gorgeous man in the world walking down the street in front of them on a leash?" Ronan dropped the clothes on the sofa again and dragged Brodie back into his arms for another tender lingering kiss. "And you're right -- if I'm not open about it, what chance do the students around me have? It'll be good for them to know there's someone they can go to if they need help. Let's do it, sexy man -- sounds like we're going to have a lot of fun."
Brodie pulled back in his arms for a moment, staring bemusedly into his mate's face -- he'd obviously prepared himself for a much more difficult time convincing Ronan than this. Ronan laughed at him, glad that he could still sometimes catch his mischief-filled husband off-guard, then tilted his head quizzically to one side as he heard a knock on the front door.
"Amanda," Brodie replied to the silent question. "I asked her to come and help with your make-up before she joined the parade with the other academic staff."
"Make-up?" Ronan squeaked as Brodie retrieved the leash from his hand and strode off to open the door. "What the hell do you mean make-up?"
*****
Ronan didn't recognize the man Brodie and Amanda showed him in the mirror when they'd finished smearing his face with color and led him to the bathroom. They tried to convince him that it was him, but Ronan knew it couldn't be... the man in the mirror was... was dangerous, smoldering, debauched. His face was pale, ethereal, like he wasn't quite in this word, but hadn't yet made it completely to the next. The fine, almost sharp edges of his cheeks and jaw had been highlighted, and he looked delicate, not quite fragile... until you saw the eyes. Painted thickly with green and silver, lashes lacquered black and kohl smudged darkly around the edges, the deep liquid sable eyes made the man look like he could pry out your deepest most intimate secrets just by catching your gaze with his, like he could fuck you from the inside without ever touching your body. The lips were dark, full and pouting, a black slash in the pale face kissed with the slightest hint of blood, and the skin itself shimmered, dusted with bright iridescent glitter that sparkled oddly in the alien too-golden sun. Ronan fell in love with the man in the mirror until he realized that it truly was him, his selkie heritage shining out from underneath his skin. He was glad when Brodie appeared in the mirror beside him; the solid golden reality of his mate pulling him back into his body. If Ronan was a pale moon-silvered sprite, then Brodie was a brightly burning sun god, the day to his night.
"You're glowing," Brodie murmured quietly into his ear as he nuzzled Ronan's neck, careful not to disturb the thin layer of glitter that washed down Ronan's shoulders and on to his mesh covered chest. "And the wind is getting up on the harbour -- it's making Cameron cranky."
"Oh, sorry," Ronan replied distractedly, making a half-hearted attempt to pull his untrained selkie glamour back in under his skin. He reached a pale, almost fragile, hand out to touch the image of his equally pale and fragile face. "I look... not real."
"You look beautiful," Brodie replied, continuing to nip and nibble. "And you're real... as long as I can feel your skin under my mouth, your flesh between my teeth and your salt on my tongue, then you're real. I make you real."
Ronan twisted around, away from the mirror and the disturbing image it held, pressing himself into the solid safety of his husband's arms. Yes... Brodie was right... when he was being held tightly by this man, there was nothing unreal about him.
"We should go," Brodie whispered, lips tracing a burning hot path down one glitter speckled arm. When he looked up, there was glitter smeared on his lips, like something of Ronan's being had rubbed off on to him, claiming Brodie's lips as its own. "The parade starts soon..."
"We could stay..." Ronan whispered back. "Fuck... convince me I'm real..."
"Later..." Brodie pulled away from his exploration of Ronan's inner elbow reluctantly. "After the parade, UniQ's organized a fetish party at Powder... I thought you might want to go and dance... dance and drink and fuck and fly... let the world know just how real you are and that you're mine."
"Yes," Ronan hissed, feeling uncomfortably confined in the tight leather pants, "and show them that you're mine." Ronan grabbed hold of Brodie's leash again and led his husband out of the bathroom to the living room where Amanda and Cameron waited in the bright Saturday afternoon sun.
*****
Overall the afternoon hadn't been too bad, Ronan thought as they neared the end of the parade. The weather had remained fine, the graduands parading down the street ecstatically, the brightly-colored silk lining their hoods flashing in the sun as they called out to parents in joyful excited voices. Amanda was among the black and scarlet gowned mob, somewhere near the front with the other university staff who were taking part in the parade in their official capacity. She'd donned her scarlet doctoral robe and black trencher when they'd reached the marshalling point outside the dental school, amusing Ronan no end when she'd pulled it on over what she called her 'bondage virgin' outfit -- white leather pants covered in straps and silver buckles, white tightly-laced leather corset, and a soft white peasant blouse accompanying her completely respectable white pumps. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, she'd laughed as she'd pulled the regalia shut, handed Cameron to him, and hurried off to join the rest of the staff members.
Cameron himself had been an angel -- and a cute one at that, wearing his 'bondage baby' t-shirt and sleeping peacefully in his carrier slung on Ronan's back, completely unaware of the juxtaposition caused by the sight of an obviously gay man leading another obviously gay man down the main street on a dog leash while wearing a sleeping baby on his back.
Bhirati had joined him about half way through the parade, wearing a traditional hindu dance costume. She'd been performing on the back of the International Student Organisation truck, but had escaped the watchful eye of one of her brothers at the first opportunity when she'd seen her supervisor walking beside the UniQ float with his husband. She'd clung to his arm for a while, laughing excitedly and waving to friends in the crowd lining either side of the street, then cooing over Cameron and joining Ronan in admiring Brodie's denim clad backside, until her brother -- sporting an extremely menacing expression -- had found her and hauled her back to her proper place, despite Brodie's less than helpful protests that she was perfectly safe with them because they were both gay.
They were almost at the Octagon now though, just one last small slope left to walk up before they reached the city centre, and Ronan couldn't help sighing silently in relief. The sun had finally reached the point of discomfort about a block ago and Ronan felt extremely uncomfortable, parched dry and out of his natural element for far too long. He itched for the feel of water against his make-up caked skin... or at least something cool to drink and a break away from all this unnaturally dry asphalt-clad urbanization. It didn't help that he was also extremely horny. He'd managed to ignore the sight of Brodie's firm, rounded arse walking enticingly just in front of him for the first block, but for the last two it had been a battle he'd lost as his cock throbbed and the leather pants become hotter, tighter, and more confining.
Brodie seemed oblivious to it all, darting happily from the edge of the crowd where he was handing out pamphlets with support information on them, back to the truck to talk to drag queens and bondage disciples that rode enthroned in comfort upon it. Every now and then he'd strain at his leash a little too much and Ronan would jerk him back into line. At that point Brodie would either turn around and pretend to glare at him and try to get away, or he'd run back to him, all puppy like, and bounce around him adoringly for a little while, much to the amusement of the crowd. It didn't seem to bother Brodie one iota that he was walking up the main street in front of thousands of people almost completely naked. Heh... knowing Brodie he was probably all too aware of that fact and enjoying the attention immensely. He'd certainly gotten his share of compliments from the onlookers, both male and female, as they paraded down the road. Of course, it had been Ronan that'd had to have the aid of the security personnel and parade marshals when one of the spectators had found his ethereal good looks and inherent selkie attractiveness a little too much to bear. Even know, the navy-clad security guard was walking a few paces behind Ronan, slightly to the crowdward side of him.
There -- the parade marshals were directing the floats into the side street next to the library, as the graduands filed slowly and chaotically into the library car park to be organized into graduating order. Finally! Ronan gave a last tug on Brodie's leash as his husband threw the remainder of his pamphlets -- and exuberant kisses - out into the crowd. Then Brodie was turning to him as Ronan reeled him in on the leash so he could steal a salty sweaty kiss and run his hands up and down Brodie's sun-scorched skin, heedless of the crowd around them, or the security guard still trailing in attendance.
A few wolf whistles made him look up and he recognized a group of his first year students watching him kiss his husband. Two or three looked scandalized, most were enjoying the sight immensely, and Ronan could swear that at least one was cursing under his breath as he realized his lecturer was very much taken -- and by yet another gorgeous hunk of a man at that.
"What say we get out of here and head for Powder?" Ronan whispered as Brodie placed a few final kisses down his jaw. "We don't want to let the damned drag queens get all the free drinks."
"Sounds good to me, lover -- I could do with a rest and something cold to drink." Brodie placed his hand into Ronan's, made sure his lover was still holding on to his leash, and together they set off to walk the remaining four blocks to Powder.
*****
They were two blocks into the walk and cutting through a service access between some shops when Ronan realized that there was no way he was going to make it to Powder without messing his pants. Brodie was walking ahead of him again, almost straining on the end of his leash in his eagerness to get to the nightclub. Ronan stopped walking and tugged at the chain sharply, making Brodie turn around and look at him questioningly.
"Brodie... I..." Ronan started, swallowing against the dryness in his throat and the throb in his groin. Brodie moved back to him immediately, all tenderness and concern.
"What is it, baby boy, what do you need?"
"I need you, sexy, I need your mouth..." Ronan managed to force out against the skin of Brodie's neck as they embraced, his hips pushing into Brodie's body and rubbing up and down his naked sweaty thigh.
"Then my mouth you shall have, pretty selkie. C'mon," Brodie looked around quickly, his gaze surveying the roughly asphalted service access and settling on a brick niche squished between the intersection of two buildings and a dumpster. Semi-private and mostly concealed from anyone else walking or driving past the buildings, it was close and would just have to do. Ronan hurried towards it, Brodie following eagerly behind him, pressed up against his back and almost stepping on his heels.
Brodie didn't stop when they reached the recess, just kept moving and used the momentum to shove Ronan hard up against the ragged crumbling brick, spinning his husband around and falling to his knees all in one fluid motion. Ronan cried out desperately, almost coming then and there at the sight of his lover almost naked and on his knees on the dirty oil-soaked surface of the alley, already fumbling at the leather laces over Ronan's groin, his mouth opening willingly, ready to take Ronan's hot hard length in deep.
"Oh, poor baby," Brodie murmured as he pulled Ronan's cock out of his pants, the words whispering breathily over the heated skin. "So hard, so needing... you should have told me sooner... shouldn't have let me leave you wanting. S'alright, baby boy, gonna take care of you now, gonna make you feel so good, just leave it to me..."
Ronan stifled a moan as Brodie's voice vibrated along his prick and Brodie's soft hot cheek caressed up his length. He spread his legs a little, bracing himself against the wall, one arm pushed against the building, fingers digging painfully into the crumbling mortar and brick, the other arm propping him up on the dumpster.
"Need... need your mouth, Brodie... suck me, please, Brodie... suck me..." He moved his arm just long enough to reach down and push Brodie's golden head closer to the tip of his weeping cock, trying to urge his husband to swallow him down quickly. And then Brodie was pulling him in. The hot wet heat of the other man's mouth engulfed his length... and -- oh god! -- Brodie had taken him all in, mouth stretched wide open, throat working to swallow him down, tongue pressed hard and rasping against the underside of his cock. Brodie's left hand was between his legs squeezing and fondling his balls. The other hand snaked around behind him so Brodie could steady himself on the brick wall.
Brodie's head worked at his groin, bobbing up and down as Brodie moved his mouth back and forth on Ronan's aching cock. Ronan let his head fall back against the building, his own mouth working soundlessly, only the smallest gasps and needy wanting mews escaping. His hips arched back and forth, his hand pushed Brodie down harder and closer as that sinful mouth sucked at him and tried to pull the pleasure from him. It felt so fucking sexy, being blown in an alley by his lover right where anyone could walk past and see them... the thought finished him off. The pleasure spread out in waves from the base of his spine, flowing up his belly and chest, spilling down through his legs, making them shake and tremble as he shouted and came violently, spilling his come into Brodie's thirsty mouth.
His cries echoed off the brick buildings as he thrust his hips frantically against Brodie's face, fucking his husband's lips desperately and trying to snatch the last bright spike of pleasure before it faded away.
Brodie pulled off his spent prick, looking up at Ronan and grinning with a semen-smeared mouth. "That what you were needing, baby boy? My hot eager mouth around your prick?"
"Yeah, Brodie... yeah... fuck you're sexy... on your knees in front of me in this filthy alley, your lips painted with my come... get on up here and kiss me sexy man, before I blow all over you again." Ronan reached down and helped his husband to his feet, pulling the man in for a deep kiss, the taste of his own ejaculate mixing with Brodie's unique spice and filling his mouth. The kiss went on, Ronan seeking out all the hidden pockets of flavor in Brodie's mouth, dimly aware that Brodie was feeding him deep needy whispers and rubbing his hard denim-clad bulge against Ronan's leg, the dome and zip of his cut-offs gently abrading Ronan's sensitive semi-erect cock.
A deep cry was pushed into his throat as Brodie's hands tightened on him, the solid body thrusting against him hard then freezing. Ronan reached a hand down between them, squeezing Brodie's crotch and pulling another cry from his mate. He felt the wetness soak through denim as Brodie came, hot liquid flooding the close confines of Brodie's groin.
"Damn lover," Brodie swore quietly and almost reverently as he broke the kiss and stood pressed against Ronan's body trying to catch his breath. "I can't help but love a man who can make me cream my pants like a teenager. We're going to have to catch a taxi back to the car so I can change before we go to Powder."
"No we don't," Ronan grinned, tucking himself back into the leather pants and taking up Brodie's leash once more.
"What do you mean, we don't? I'm a mess, Ronan! I can't go dancing looking like this!"
"Yes, you can," Ronan replied, his voice low and his accent thick as he used the leash to force Brodie towards him to steal another kiss. "Going to make you go into that club, your leash held in my hand, and everybody there is going to see how you're so crazy about me that you couldn't help but come in your pants. You'll like that, won't you? Everyone seeing the wetness and knowing I did that to you, that you belong to me..."
"Oh, Ronan, yes... yes... yours..." Brodie whispered against his lips. "Want everyone to know I'm yours and that I can't control myself when I'm around you. You drive me crazy."
"I know, lover, I know... Now, we aren't getting there any quicker by dallying here and you can be damned sure the drag queens have almost scoffed the free drinks by now! So what say you move that fine fanny of yours and we get going?"
*****
Brodie was a happy drunk, Ronan reflected ruefully as he tried to maneuver his extremely pliant and affectionate husband into the boathouse at three o'clock the next morning. To be fair, Brodie was doing his best to cooperate. Unfortunately, his idea of cooperation included a lot of hugging, a lot of rubbing that firm near-naked body up and down his patient mate's lean length, and quite a few warm sloppy kisses that tempted Ronan to simply give up trying to get Brodie inside and just fuck him right there against the front door.
Being inebriated also made Brodie even more voluble than usual -- if that was possible -- and removed the minimal inhibitions that governed what he'd talk about. It left him, Ronan discovered, with a charming and completely heartmelting vulnerability that did absolutely nothing for Ronan's already crumbling resolution to at least get Brodie to the bed before taking him.
"I love you Ronan!" Brodie declared, following the words up with a wet open-mouthed kiss as Ronan finally managed to stumble them both through the door, Brodie pressed tightly against him.
"I know, baby boy, and I love you too. I love you very much," Ronan replied as he tossed the car keys into the basket on the counter and pushed Brodie gently in the direction of the bed.
"You do?" Brodie looked surprised. "You do. You love me. I know you love me. And I love you... and I love that you love me... and, God... I never thought I'd find anyone like you to love... you're so special... so good to me... I love you Ronan."
Ronan pushed Brodie backwards on to the bed. Brodie fell back limply and lay there blinking up at his husband in surprise. He looked delicious, spread out on the comforter, body naked except for those tiny, come-stained cut-offs, his golden skin smeared with glitter and make-up from Ronan and the other men he'd danced with that evening. The studded collar was still around his neck, but Ronan had removed the leash when he'd caught another man leading Brodie out of the club by it when Brodie had already been too far gone to distinguish between friend and Bad Man. Most of the people at Powder had been from UniQ and all of them knew exactly who Brodie belonged to -- it had been one of them, in fact, that had given Ronan the heads up about his husband's predicament -- but there always had to be a few creeps hanging around the fringes. Ronan had taken great delight in subjecting the man to a deep-throated selkie bull growl, a flicker of his inherent glamour playing around his head and fingers, as he had snatched Brodie's leash off the scumbag and lead his husband back to safety.
And who wouldn't want to keep this man safe? Ronan thought, gazing down on his beloved mate lying trustingly below him. He couldn't help it -- he wanted to slip his skin and rampage up and down the beach roaring his possession of Brodie for all the world to hear. He settled, instead, for unsnapping the dome to Brodie's cut-offs and slipping down the zip. Oh, that was nice -- Brodie was half-hard and groaned under his touch as Ronan pulled his cock out and stroked it gently. He didn't get any harder, but then Ronan hadn't expected him to -- no matter how much he protested to the contrary, when Brodie had had as much to drink as he'd had tonight, there was no way he was going to get fully erect. Which didn't exactly matter, because Ronan's plans for him involved sinking his own dick into Brodie's warm arse and Brodie didn't need to be hard for him to do that.
"Love you Ronan," Brodie whispered, his hips arching into Ronan's body as Ronan slipped his cut-offs down his thighs and off his legs.
"I love you too, Brodie. I'll always love you." Ronan replied reassuringly, laying beside his husband and petting the smooth sparkly skin of Brodie's chest. Brodie snuggled into his arms and Ronan was surprised to hear a small sobbing hitch in Brodie's throat and feel salty dampness spreading against his neck.
"What's the matter, baby boy?" Ronan asked, pulling his head back to gaze down at his mate as he tilted Brodie's chin up towards him.
Brodie gave another little half sob and buried his face into the curve of Ronan's shoulder. Ronan could barely make out his moist murmured words. "Don't deserve you... never thought I'd find you... never thought I'd be anything but a fucktoy for some rotten bastard who'd cheat on me... fucktoy for a lot of rotten bastards... so lovely... so wonderful... love you, sexy, love you so fucking much."
Ronan corrected his assessment from 'happy drunk' to 'melancholy drunk' but couldn't help respond to the pain behind Brodie's words -- Brodie's last partner had used him as little more than a fucktoy and cheated on him in his own bed into the bargain. "Oh, lovely man... I love you too... and don't you know, I'm the lucky one. You're the wonderful, special man who's made my life so much better, so much fuller, so worth living. I love you Brodie, and I'll never leave you, or cheat on you. Although," and here Ronan injected a note of dry humor into his voice. "you definitely are my fucktoy."
Brodie laughed at that, a genuine chuckle that choked the last gasping sob from his voice and sent the final few tears streaming down his cheeks. "Yeah... yeah... your fucktoy... yours... like it when you fuck me... trust you to fuck me... make it good for me like no one ever has... love your hard fat prick pounding into my arse... love your fat prick... gonna fuck me now? Going to make me feel good?"
"Yeah, lover... yeah I'm going to fuck you now... going to give you the fat prick you love so much and make all the pain go away."
Ronan gave Brodie a tender lingering kiss, pressing his tongue deeply into Brodie's mouth and caressing everywhere he could reach, their tongues tangling together briefly and Brodie's capitulating immediately. Then he pulled himself out of Brodie's embrace and stood at the bottom of the bed again, quickly stripping off his boots, socks, and mesh top before struggling out of the tight leather pants. Naked, he stood grinning down at his husband, stroking his erect penis suggestively. Brodie just lay passively on the bed, his legs spreading in an almost automatic response, his tongue swiping across his lips in anticipation.
"My thick fat prick's all ready for you, lover. You got the lube?" Ronan reached behind his cock to fondle his own balls, trying to ease the eager ache in them a little.
"Yeah... got lube... want that thick fat prick in me... can't wait... damn, so sexy." Brodie reached over his head and fumbled for the tube of lube he kept under his pillow. A small shout of triumph escaped his lips as his fingers closed on the small tube and he pulled it out and handed it down to Ronan. "Hurry, lover, hurry. Want your cock."
"Shuffle up the bed a bit then, baby boy, so I can lube you up good and proper," Ronan said, kneeling on the edge of the bed as Brodie dug his heels into the mattress and scooted up towards the pillows. Ronan took the cap off the lube and spread a generous amount onto his prick, pre-come mixing with the slick stuff, then squeezed another dollop onto his fingers.
Brodie cried out when Ronan pressed his fingers against his husband's small tight entrance and pushed two in up to the second knuckle. He worked the lube around inside Brodie, making sure the wrinkled hole was liberally coated. Brodie squirmed on his fingers, pushing down on them to force Ronan deeper, loud unrestrained moans and gasps spilling from Brodie's lips, indicating his arousal. Ronan pushed harder, penetrating deeper, slipping a third finger in next to the other two, the tips of them skidding over Brodie's hard sensitive gland.
"Fuck! Oh, God... Ronan... oh yes... oh God... more... please... more," Brodie panted as he arched up violently on Ronan's hand as the fingers stimulated his prostate. "More... feels... so good... so fucking good... do me, lover... do me hard..."
Ronan grinned at Brodie's eagerness and pulled his fingers out of Brodie's arse, only a little regretful to be losing the touch of that hot wet velvet. He spread Brodie's thighs wider and pushed the tip of his dripping cock against Brodie's stretched hole. Brodie strained upwards at the touch, knowing what it was and instinctively trying to get closer, to pull Ronan's prick into his arse so he could feel the pleasure Ronan was about to give him. Ronan deliberately made his penetration long and slow and deep, reveling in the feel of his husband's tight body taking him in and the frenzied needy moans that Brodie made as Ronan's entrance tormented him.
"Oh... oh... ahhhhhh... oh God... fuck... oh... oh... oh... AAAHHHH!" Brodie's voice was rhythmic and breathless, his mouth gasping out the thick desire-heavy syllables. Ronan felt like crying out himself as his balls finally met the hot sweaty skin of Brodie's arse. No matter how many times Ronan fucked him, Brodie's body was always hot, tight, and welcoming, always taking him in eagerly and clamping down on his cock as if Brodie was trying to devour him with his arse. It was like fucking skin-tight wet velvet and as Ronan completed the penetration, he gave up torturing his lover and started giving Brodie what they both wanted. He settled himself a little more comfortably on his knees, pulled Brodie's butt on to his lap, hooked Brodie's legs over his shoulders, and began to thrust in earnest.
"Oh... oh... ahhhh... oh... oh God, oh God... ahhhhh."
Brodie's voice spurred him on. Brodie's body moving languidly underneath him exciting him even more... but for all that, the fucking was long, slow, and deep, Ronan making sure that each thrust skated forcefully over Brodie's prostate, pulling another wanton cry from Brodie's mouth. Ronan could smell his lover's aroused sweat and alcohol-soaked scent saturating the air, see the small drop of pearly pre-come dripping from Brodie's half-hard prick. He could feel Brodie's arse clench tightly around his cock as Brodie thrust his hips up and froze. Ronan reached down quickly and took Brodie's cock in his hand, giving a few hard sharp tugs just to pull Brodie over that final edge.
"FUCK! Oh, GOD! Ronan! AHHHHHHH! Oh... oh... oh... AHHHHH!" Brodie's moans filled the room, echoing off the walls of the boathouse, as his scalding jism spilled over and through Ronan's fingers on to his belly, cock pulsing in Ronan's hand. Ronan waited for the flood to stop and started fucking again, each thrust eliciting another, more satiated, cry from the man beneath him. He brought his hand to his mouth as he moved, licking Brodie's come off his fingers, saving the last small smear to reach up and paint along Brodie's parted lips. Brodie's eyes were deep and liquid, the sparkly blue of them lazy with the languor of too much liquor and a good fuck. He'd almost stopped moving, but the breathy "Oh... oh... oh... ahhhh..." still sounded each time Ronan thrust and brushed his sweet spot. Ronan kept moving, enjoying the feeling of Brodie's relaxed body around him and the slow sweet fuck that Brodie's pliancy ensured him. The pleasure tingled out from his groin, moving over him in soft gentle waves, never getting too much, never pushing him quite over the edge into orgasm, just letting him surf the sensation and appreciate the ride.
"Ohhh... gonna fuck me all night... ahhhhhh... feels like you could last all night... don'... don't worry 'bout me... take your time... not going anywhere... ohhh... ahhhh..." Brodie's breathless chuckle sounded from underneath him and Ronan realized his mind had wandered and, apart from the feelings sparkling in his groin, he was almost completely ignoring the warm loving body beneath him. He smiled back down at the man he loved so well. "Sorry, baby boy... just... you feel so damned good... didn't want it to end... wanted it to last all night... longer than all night...wanted it to last forever..."
"Ahhhh... oh, oh, oh... oh... ahhh... s'nice... nice to know I'm such a good fuck..."
"Oh, yeah, lover, the best fuck... sweet, hot little fucktoy..."
"Not gonna go 'way, sexy... it is... ahhhh... oh God... 'tis going to last forever... even when this fuck is over... ohhh... still going to be here tomorrow..."
"Is that a subtle hint for me to hurry up and orgasm already?" Ronan asked laughingly, starting to thrust even harder, Brodie's cries deepening along with the penetration.
"No lover, no... it's a hint that you're never going to be rid of me..."
Suddenly Brodie started moving underneath him again, some of his languor gone, his arse pushing up eagerly to meet Ronan's thrusts, his legs tightening on Ronan's shoulders. He curled upwards, his body bending almost in half, full soft lips coming to meet Ronan's for a deep kiss as his hand slipped between them and circled Ronan's cock as it pulled back from Brodie's body.
Without meaning to leap, Ronan found himself being pushed over the edge by Brodie's reinvolvement in their fucking. The pleasure shot unexpectedly through his body, his balls tightening so fast and hard that it almost hurt, squeezing the orgasm out and sending it frissioning through his flesh. He shot so hard that his eyes felt like they'd pop out of his head, lights flashing before them dizzingly, his whole existence focused on his dick and the hot tight arse surrounding it.
"BRODIE! God! FUCK! OH FUCK!" Ronan screamed at the top of his lungs as he came, thrusting roughly and frantically into his husband's eager willing body. "FUCK."
"Yeah, darlin', fuck..." Brodie's voice almost drawled into his ear as their movements slowed and Ronan collapsed on top of him, the strong arms going around him to stroke and gentle his sweating shaky body. "Fuck indeed... tonight... and every night, as often as you want, until we're both dead and buried... your fucktoy for as long as you want me -- and I hope that it's forever."