Rub Me Raw
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She got back on book. “There are all kinds of love, but when two people decide to make a life together, what they start with isn’t what they have months or years later. It grows and changes, becomes stronger, survives the challenges thrown at it. Takes root and deeply winds through the dirt to form a strong enough foundation to allow them to weather every storm.
“Victor Dumont, do you take this man, Simon Hall, to love, honor, and cherish, for every day and in every way, so long as you both shall live?”
Victor suddenly had two and then three Simons standing in front of him, the unexpected tears blurring his vision until he could blink them away. “I do.”
“Do you, Simon Hall, take this man, Victor Dumont, to love, honor, and obey, for every day and in every way, so long as you both shall live?”
Simon nodded, smiling. “I do.”
“The rings, please.”
Everett had them both for simplicity, handing Victor the ring first to place on Simon’s hand, and then handing Victor’s to Simon.
“Join hands again. With these rings, you wear a symbol of your eternal love, no beginning, no end, ever going, always growing. Know that these people who love you are here to witness your love for each other, and celebrate that love with you. May you have sunny skies and smooth sailing. May you have a life together full of riches and abundance. May you know nothing but peace and love and strength. May you feel joy and hope forever. And by the power vested in me by the State of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and husband. Congratulations. Please kiss.”
Everyone started clapping and chanting. “Kiss…kiss…kiss!”
Victor smiled, pulling Simon in for a slightly PG-13-rated snog, but as he looked down into his husband’s eyes, he knew Simon didn’t mind that at all. “Love you, Mr. Dumont.”
Simon’s smile widened. “Love you, too…Sir.”
* * * *
That night, when they finally returned to the townhouse, Victor threw Simon over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry to hoist him over the threshold. When he got inside, he dumped him onto the couch.
“Sorry. That’s as far as you get toted.” Victor kicked the front door shut behind him and locked it, turning and unbuttoning his shirt. “Get naked. Now. That ass better be lubed like I told you to, or this is not going to be fun for you.”
“Oh, it is, Sir.”
Simon had been eagerly waiting for this part of their day. Victor rounded the end of the sofa and Simon was already sitting exactly how he knew Victor wanted him, legs spread wide, knees up and back, ass at the edge of the sofa.
Victor shoved in bare, hot and hard and making Simon hiss with pleasure. “Goddamn, man. What the hell you got in that thing tonight?”
“A load for you, baby.” He pushed Simon back against the couch and crushed his lips, sucking on his tongue as Simon got a moment to adjust to his cock.
First bareback load.
“Fuck it in me good. Get it up there deep.”
In the past several weeks, not only had they plumbed the depths of Simon’s kinkyness, he’d found a metaphorical backhoe and started digging.
He’d discovered he absolutely loved it when Victor got filthy with him—because it was him, not someone else, he was talking with, about, and to.
“Gonna mark this ass real good tonight,” Victor muttered against Simon’s lips. “Inside and out.”
“You gonna tie me up and cane me?”
“Damn right I am.” Victor sat up, hands braced on the back of the sofa as he long-stroked his cock into Simon’s ass. “With that butt plug holding this load of cum in, while I feed you another load from the other end to meet in the middle.”
Tonight, Simon knew, he wasn’t going to be allowed to come until he’d paid first. With his flesh. Paddling, caning—he honestly didn’t care.
Because now every orgasm that accompanied that delicious bite felt that much stronger.
And he loved the wicked gleam in Victor’s eye when he negotiated the payment from him.
Simon had never felt so fucking horny in his entire life. He wasn’t sure when the new relationship fucking would start to wear off, but so far, they were going strong.
And sleeping great every night.
He could tell Victor was trying to hold back, make it last, so Simon played dirty and started squeezing Victor’s cock with his ass.
“Oh, you fucker!” A flurry of hard, pounding strokes later, and Victor finished deep inside Simon, throbbing, shooting that first load raw inside him.
“Oops. Did I do that?”
Victor’s laughter was contagious. Simon wrapped his arms and legs around him as Victor flipped them over so Simon was on top.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Victor asked.
“Pretty good clue. You’d have to love me at least as much as I love you to dive head first down the rabbit hole like this.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Did you research it?”
Victor couldn’t read Simon’s eyes behind his sunglasses as he stared at the front of the house.
“I Googled the hell out of this motherfucker. No deaths, no murders, and apparently not a meth house. The builder sold it to the current owner, who is now moving out of state for their job.”
The four bedroom, three and a half bath house had a pool and a hot tub.
Even better, it had a fenced in backyard, very private.
The lots were large enough so that you weren’t looking directly into your neighbor’s bedroom window, but not so large they’d use up all their days off doing yard work.
And the kitchen had a counter island the perfect size for being tied down to and fucked upon.
“I really like it.”
Victor slung an arm around his shoulders. “Two-car garage. We can both park inside. No more dashing through the rain to unload groceries.”
If someone had told Victor he’d be involved with someone this soon after Peter, much less be married to them for a month and looking at buying a house together, he’d have told them to take their meds.
But now he couldn’t imagine life without Simon.
He damn sure didn’t want to think about his life before Simon.
The house, in the eastern part of the county, was a ten-minute drive from Tilly, Leigh, Mevi and Doyle, and Leo’s family. It’d mean a slightly longer drive to work for both of them, but the privacy tradeoff was worth it.
“I think that back bedroom overlooking the pool would be a cool dungeon.”
Victor nipped Simon’s left ear. “So is that a yes or no, baby?”
“I’m thinking.” He crossed his arms over his chest even as he tipped his head onto Victor’s shoulder.
Victor had dealt with some hard-sell clients in his years selling real estate.
Simon was proving to be the toughest of all.
Personally, he thought the house was great. They were getting to see it a day ahead of everyone else, able to slide their offer in first, if they wanted it, since it was being listed through their agency.
But it definitely wouldn’t be on the market for long.
“Can we really afford it?” Simon finally asked.
“We can pay cash for it.”
“But can we afford it?”
Something else he loved about Simon, how cautious he was with money. Not to the point of annoyance, but responsible adulting that made Victor every bit as horny as his threats to clean did Simon.
“With both of us working, yeah. I mean, it cuts into our savings some to buy it outright, but we’re both still working. I figured out the taxes, insurance, and averaged the maintenance. It won’t be much worse than paying rent every month at the townhouse. And we save the interest by paying cash for it.”
“What’d the inspector say?”
“Clean bill of health.”
Victor didn’t speak again, waiting for Simon to make the call. Who said Doms didn’t let their subs make decisions?
They damn sure did if they wanted a happy sub.
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And as far as Victor was concerned, having a happy sub was more important than some mythical Dom cred.
Simon slowly nodded. “Okay. Let’s put in an offer.” He looked up into Victor’s eyes. “Let’s do this…Sir.”
Victor’s cock hardened. “Fuuuck, I thought we agreed you weren’t going to tease me at work.”
“You’re not at work. Oh, oops, I guess you are technically working.” He grinned, though, letting Victor know he knew exactly what the hell he was doing.
Victor turned, his arms around Simon. “Listen, boy. Someone better be careful, or they’ll get tied down to that kitchen island with a vibrating butt plug in their ass and forced to watch me scrub tile grout and be not allowed to come. Eh, you not allowed to come, not me not allowed to come.”
Simon’s teeth clamped onto his lower lip. “You wouldn’t.”
“Watch me.”
The stare-down lasted all of three seconds before they both burst out laughing and hugged. “Yeah, we’re officially weird,” Simon said.
Victor smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
THE END
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