Page 96 of Moonstruck

“Do it,” Jericho rasped. “I love the way it feels when you come with me inside you.”

Atticus gave a harsh shout, his cum shooting over his belly. Jericho gave a deep, throaty moan. “Holy fuck, Freckles, your hole is just spasming around me, milking every fucking drop.”

Jericho’s whole body went rigid as he came, working into Atticus in short aborted thrusts, his cock throbbing inside him. That would never stop being sexy. Ever. He winced when Jericho pulled free, gently lowering Atticus’s legs.

“Fuck. You really know how to treat a man on his anniversary.”

Jericho righted his clothing without cleaning off, then dragged Atticus into a sitting position once more, kissing him again, gentler this time.

“Seriously, Freckles. This was just what I needed to close this chapter once and for all. I’m sorry Felix didn’t get his chance at him.”

“I offered,” Atticus said. “Felix said he didn’t want to see the man. That you should just text him that it was done so Mercy could be at peace at last.”

Jericho pressed their foreheads together. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Atticus said truthfully.

“What do we do with him?” Jericho said, rolling his head to look at the mess still tied to the chair. “We can’t just leave him for the animals this time.”

Atticus grimaced. “That’s what the tarps are for. There’s a boat out by the lake. We’ll dump him there. I know that’s not exactly the most romantic way to end the night, but…”

Jericho grinned, kissing Atticus once more. “A boat ride under the stars with you? I don’t know, Freckles. Sounds like romance to me.”

“Our kind of romance,” Atticus said.

Jericho kissed him again softly. “We’re the only ones who matter.”

the end

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