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“Oh, I think I absolutely should,” Garrett agreed. “Did you know I can change the viscosity of this water to be more like a lubricant?”

And then he did. It was a little hard to hold but completely worth it.

Sometimes it was like that, strange and new and novel, and other times all Jonah wanted was to be wrapped up under the blankets with his husband, holding onto each other and only each other, no eyes on them, no house watching them, nothing but them. They got plenty of both of those things over the first two days, a marathon of exhausting, satiating, mind-blowing sex.

The last night they were in the house, they went for a compromise—something novel but needing nothing more than the two of them. For the last night of their honeymoon, Garrett decided he wanted to be fisted. Tonight there was nothing beyond Jonah’s hand, Garrett’s ass, and a hell of a lot of slick, no vibrating gloves or pressure-point work. Nothing but Garrett on his back, and Jonah completely transfixed as his fourth finger slid into his lover’s body.

“Yesss …” Garrett hissed, arching his back a little. He wasn’t pulling away, but he wasn’t pushing down either, not like he had with the first three, and Jonah waited, patient but tremblingwith a need he hadn’t even realized existed before now. He wanted to see it, see all of his hand inside of his husband. He still couldn’t quite believe that it would all fit in there.

“You’re sure,” he began, his voice dwindling as he slowly punched his fingers deeper. Garrett groaned.

“I’m—yes,” he gasped. “Yes. More.”

“Not yet.” He was still so tight. Jonah moved his hand gingerly, pressed a kiss to Garrett’s abdomen, and was almost surprised that he couldn’t see the outline of his own fingers beneath him, they felt so deep now. And they had more to go. He added more lube, then gently brought his thumb into position and pushed in again. Garrett shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut. “God …”

“Tell me,” Garrett urged him. “Tell me what it looks like.”

Garrett was, unsurprisingly, very good at dirty talk. Jonah didn’t have nearly the sort of practice his lover had, viewing talking as more of a distraction than anything else, but he could see how hot it got Garrett, and that made him appreciate it more and more. “Looks so stretched, darlin’ … your skin’s so tight around me.” He pulled his thumb back and rubbed the edge of the tight ring, and Garrett moaned appreciatively. “Can’t believe you can do this, sweetheart, you’re amazing.”

“I can take more,” Garrett said. “I can take all of it. I want all of you.”

“You sure, darlin’?” Jonah asked, always playing it safe despite his desire to be all the way in.

“Yes,” Garrett insisted, and that was all Jonah needed. He tucked his thumb in close, pushed slowly but didn’t stop, not until his knuckles slipped past the ring, and his hand, his whole hand, was inside of his husband. Garrett gasped and clenched tight around his wrist, and it was all Jonah could do not to come, untouched, right there. It looked ridiculously hot, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He couldn’t even consider it.

“You’re so good, darlin’,” Jonah said, leaning in and kissing his stomach, watching avidly as Garrett’s cock responded to the pressure of his whole hand inside of him, the faint twists and turns rubbing constantly over his prostate. Garrett had gotten a little soft for a minute, but he was coming back now.

“Just good for you,” Garrett groaned, smiling a little. “I’m a bitch to everyone else, just ask them.”

“No, you’re not, you’re always perfect.”

“Love must mean—oh,mmm—a short memory.”

Jonah acknowledged that with an absent nod, but he didn’t stop moving, he couldn’t stop watching Garrett writhe on his hand. “How d’you feel?”

“So full,” Garrett said breathlessly, “and I know it’s already enough, but I want more, I wish you could put your dick in me and fuck me with that at the same time. I want to feel you inside of me all the time, I never want you to go. I want you to fuck me until I’m loose and empty and helpless, and then I want you to do it again, I want you to use me for everything you need.”

“Yeah?” Very slowly, Jonah curled his fingers together into a fist, and then he rubbed the knobs of his knuckles right across Garrett’s prostate. His husband’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened, and the sound that came out was so low and pitiful, someone might have thought he was dying if he hadn’t been coming all over his chest. That view, Garrett wide-eyed and helpless, was enough to send Jonah over the edge, and with just one stroke of his hand over his cock, he came as well, across the foot of the bed.

Getting out was another slow and careful affair, but after a few minutes they were both clean, tired, and Garrett was using Jonah as a body pillow. “So,” Garrett said sleepily, “are you ready to go back to reality?”

“Don’t suppose we have much of a choice,” Jonah replied. “And I’m ready to see Cody.” Holocalls weren’t enough. “Think he missed us?”

“What, in between the bouts of outrageous spoiling that everyone is lavishing on him? Maybe,” Garrett said. “But I’m betting he didn’t miss us while he was riding around in a tank.”

“You think he’s gonna do okay, adapting back to a normal life?”

“He’ll do fine. Cody is pretty happy wherever he ends up.” Garrett tilted his head up and caught Jonah’s gaze. “Will you?”

“I’ll be fine.” Jonah grinned. “I like our new normal.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Cody

“Just two bags, bucko.”

“But I can’t fit it all into two bags, Daddy!”

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