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“I told him we can’t just elope. This is all on him,” Memphis says, sounding apologetic but also filled with happiness.

Shouts of outrage and congratulations fill the room. Robin is the most upset, but Memphis appeases him by asking him to organise a party.

It’s late by the time we get home, yet we’re all still hyped up on the news of Royal and Memphis sneaking away to get married. The more important event is Ollie being given a chance to work with Memphis and Finn.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know that about you, Ollie. Why didn’t you say anything?” Roman asks as we walk into our bedroom.

“I didn’t think about it. I finished college a few years ago, so I’m probably not up to the standard they need. But I like them and I think, if I’m not right for them, they will still be my friends.”

Knox frowns at Ollie. “Please don’t put yourself down like that. You’re going to fit in perfectly with them, and I know they will bring you up to speed in no time.”

I look at the three men I love with all my heart. “I think we need to show our boy just how amazing he is and how proud we are of him.”

“Get naked.”

I knew I wanted to marry Ollie, even though this strange polyamorous relationship has us loving more than one man. I think he’ll say yes, but he’s always so open about sharing and being shared. Sometimes it’s Knox he wants or Roman, and I love watching him as he gives himself so beautifully to the lover of his choice. I know he loves the feel of a crop from Knox, and I can’t blame him, Knox is a master when it comes to that kind of playtime. My worry is if he’ll think that a wedding ring means stopping his time with the others. It won’t.

I want the ceremony, the way of sharing our love with our friends and family.

“What’s going on?” Knox stands next to me as I watch our boys in the shower. “This is hardly the place for the furrows of concentration on your forehead. It’s rather a nice view,” he says, then calls out to Roman. “Get on your knees for him.”

My brow smooths as the boy drops to his knees and takes Ollie’s flaccid cock into his mouth, bringing it quickly to fully erect. “I want to ask him to marry me,” I say to Knox. I know the two in the shower won’t hear me over the spray of the water.

“Why don’t you then? You’re not worried he’ll say no, are you?”

“Of course I am; weren’t you when you asked Roman?” It’s been four or five months since he proposed to a totally unexpected Roman. They’re in the process of planning it, wanting to keep it casual, but still full of all the meanings of commitment.

“No, I knew he’d say yes. I got the feeling he was going to ask me if I didn’t get to it. Ollie loves you, and he’ll say yes. Have you got a ring?”

I nod. “I’ve had it for about two months. I want to make sure he understands I want to marry him for him, not because you asked Roman. I’m not sure he does at the moment.”

Knox nods, still watching the blowjob going on in front of us. The glass doors are designed not to steam up. “Just do it, he’ll notice you acting strangely if you keep scowling.”

It’s my turn to nod. “Yeah, something like that. I want to fuck him first.” I strip out of my clothes just as it looks like he’s about to come. “Hold on to it, boy. It’s my turn.”

I turn the shower off and let Roman step out into the large towel Knox is holding out for him.

I take his hand and lead him to the double sink vanity unit. “Look at how beautiful you are, all flushed, aroused, yet denied your orgasm. Do you know how much I love you? Do you know that I will always want you.”

He nods, but there’s still a shadow of doubt in his eyes. “I love you too.”

I open the drawer and pull out the bottle of lube. Every room is fully stocked due to our insatiable desires. “Spread your legs,” I whisper, then bite his ear lobe.

It doesn’t take long to get him prepped; his love of the burn comes in handy when I want him like this. As I slide deep inside him, he rises onto his toes, and I bend my knees. Once I’m balls deep, I slow down, barely moving inside him. He’s struggling to hold still and not rock back and fuck himself, our eyes lock. I continue our conversation. “I’ve been wanting to say something to you, but it never seems to be the right moment. It’s hard to find the time when it’s just the two of us together.” I rock a little more, groaning when I feel his muscles flutter and tighten around me. “When is the right time to get you alone?” I muse and rock a tiny bit more.

“You have me alone now,” he says, his words a groan as I withdraw a fraction of an inch, to slide straight in again.

“That’s true, do I have your full attention? Or are you waiting for me to fuck you harder, your concentration lost for now?” I suck on his neck, knowingly leaving a mark.

“I…I’m listening, Sir.” He’s panting; I know how close he’s getting.

“That’s good to know.” I pull all the way out and with a flick of my hips fill him again, the sounds coming out of him are proving him wrong. “Focus on my words, boy, not what I’m doing to you. This bit is important.” I fuck him hard for a few strokes, then slow down to nothing but pulses.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” I pull the drawer open again and reach for the box I’d put there earlier. “I only want one word from you, which one is up to you and will not change my love for you.”

He frowns, but I start to thrust again, and rapture takes over his expression.