You wrap your arms underneath him for leverage, tuck your head in his neck, and push inside his hot little ass so hard and so fast, “Is this how you want to be fucked, Justin?”
“Yes.”
“From this day forward?”
“Yes.”
“To have to hold?”
“For better or worse.”
“For richer or poorer?”
“Yes. Fuck me, Brian.”
“In sickness and in health.”
“Yes. Always.”
“On the top or on the bottom?”
“Even chained to my own easel.”
“Orally or anally?”
“Yes, Brian. Upstairs or downstairs, front yard or back yard, here, at the loft, at your office, on Mars, underground, at the bottom of the ocean, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall—"
“Come?”
“Choose to find the arrangement mutually beneficial and personally satisfying.” He’s such a smartass. “For the rest of our lives, Brian, but only if you fuck me like you promised!”
A clap of thunder.
"I think I married a slut."
“Brian Kinney, don’t say that to me on my wedding night.” You kiss him, an apology of sorts. “Takes one to marry one.”
"Think of my status in the community if I go through with this."
“Think of your status in this bed if you don't."
“I feel at least partially responsible for making you into the whore that you are.”
“Oh, you are. Because of you, I’m a connoisseur of cock.”
“That’s so true. And you have the hungriest ass I’ve ever met.”
“Again, your fault.”
“I’m a whore-making machine.”
“It’s your legacy.”
“Of all the whores I’ve made, Justin, you’re my favorite. You came out the best.”
“I love you, too.”
“The Bride of Kinney. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Speaking of rings……”
“A pretty new ring for your cock, that’s no problem. Now shut up, so I can finish off your ass.”
"Don't tell me to shut up on my wed-"
ARCHIVE. ARCHIVE. ARCHIVE.
And one of the cutest endearments ever:
Your sleepy slut nut.
SQUEE!!!
And this, which says it all:
Six years was more than worth the wait. It dawns on you as you look out the window at the cold, gray Pittsburgh day that it’ll probably storm again tonight, and you smile, your lips in his hair, because you could care less if it pours rain every day from now until the day you die.
Because you, Brian Kinney, finally own the sunshine.