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“Will you marry me?” I say slowly, matching a word to each shallow thrust and stare at him in the mirror. As he hears the four little words, confusion washes over his face, and he tries to work out what I’ve said. I know he never would have expected me to ask in the situation. Maybe that’s why the need to do it right now is so strong.

I’m holding my breath but still moving in and out of his body, letting my cock graze over his prostate. Then I see it, the moment he understands my words. But his reaction is not the one I hoped for, he frowns, looks down at the counter. The box with the platinum ring hidden inside sits, blue velvet striking on a white surface.

I keep the slow movements going, mainly so I don’t deflate at the imminent refusal.

“Why?” he says, looking at me in the mirror.

I halt instantly. I can see the blood draining from my face as I look at my reflection, not able to meet his gaze anymore.

“Why here, why now?”

“Because it’s when we are only thinking of each other.”

I pull free of his body and step away from him. A look of panic rises on his face, and I can’t bring myself to be here. I turn and walk out.

Roman and Knox are getting dressed, both red faced and smiling after their very quick quickie. “What? What’s going on?” Roman stops pulling the T-shirt down his body. “What’s happened? Where’s Ollie?”

Knox, obviously more up to date with my thoughts than Roman, sighs. “He said no.” It wasn’t a question.

I shrug because technically he didn’t; he didn’t say yes either. “He said why.” I grab the navy-blue bath robe from the back of the bedroom door and walk out, heading for mine and Ollie’s bedroom.

Surprise at Ollie sitting cross-legged on the bed has me stopping. He lifts his head from looking down between his legs. “I wanted to say yes. I’ve wanted you to ask me from the day you told me you loved me.”

“Why didn’t you, then?” I can hear the sadness in my voice, so it’s not shock he can too.

“Because nobody has ever picked me before. Everything inside me knows that you love me, but everything in my head tells me it’s not real. I keep waiting for the three of you to realise that you don’t need me, that you’re doing great with what you all have together. Then Knox proposed, and it was so beautiful, and they were so happy, the whole family was, and you didn’t ask me.”

I want to tell him he’s being silly, that he’s so loved and wanted by me and Knox and Roman, but he doesn’t need to hear that. He won’t believe me if I do. Instead, I take the little blue box that’s between his legs and drop to one knee. “I’m going to ask you every day until you say yes, because I want you, Ollie. I would learn to live without our other loves, but I couldn’t without you. What do you say now? Will you marry me?”

He shifts his eyes from the box to my face and says quietly. “Yes, please.” Then, on an after-note, smiles shyly. “If what’s in there is good enough.”

“They will never agree,” Ollie says to me in a hushed whisper that we hope doesn’t travel to the ears of our fiancés. “But just imagine how good it will be, and Pops would be ecstatic and will have it organised in no time at all.”

It’s a great idea and suits us down to the ground, we may be marrying our own lovers, but we are a foursome. A joint marriage will take a lot of pressure, time, and money off us all. “We’ll be inviting the same people to both, so putting it together would be worth it. Which of us should suggest it?”

“We do it together.”

“What are you two plotting? I can put your mouth to much better use.” Knox grabs me and tugs me against him; his mouth connects to mine, and I’m soon melting into him. “Get on your knees.”

Why does he have this effect on me? We’ve been together for over two years, and the moment he lowers his voice and the gravelly demand comes out, I’m putty in his hands. I drop and nuzzle up against his groin in the soft leather trousers; I adore his scent and as soon as his zip is down, I can peel the fabric apart and release his rapidly hardening cock. I will never tire of this sight; his dick is a work of beauty. Long and thick, with a plump head that I love to swirl my tongue around like an ice cream. As I ease it out, I lick the pearl of precum that has bloomed to nestle in the slit, humming at the sweet, salty flavour.

Knox pushes the leather apart further, and I can sink down his length until my nose touches his neatly trimmed pubes. I look up at him, and his gaze should set me on fire with the heat of lust staring back at me. “Just your mouth, boy.”

I clasp my hands behind my back and slide up and down his length, my saliva making it easier each time I swallow him down. When he runs his fingers through my hair and grips it just enough to sting so deliciously, I know he’s about to take over, and I need to keep my jaw slack. He doesn’t hold back; I’d be disappointed if he did.

I never want him to go easy on me; he loves watching me writhe under his hand, a flogger or cane, but he loves the gasp of air I drag into my lungs when he eases out of my throat and lets me breathe again. It’s not going to take him long to come, and I can feel his balls draw up against my chin as he grips tighter. Then with a deep growl, he comes, pouring his load into my throat and mouth, then letting the last spurts hit my cheek and chin. “Don’t swallow.” He pulls me up from my knees and turns me to Ollie. “Clean him up for me, boy.”

Eagerly, Ollie laps at my face and kisses me to lick into the load that’s still coating my tongue. I kiss him hard, clasping his cheeks so I can find him Knox’s cum, only to have him return it back to me. I feel like I could come at the slightest touch, but I don’t. I know better than to do that without permission. When we part, Ollie smiles at me, his eyes shining bright with amusement and love.

“Well, what were you whispering about?” Knox says as if he hasn’t just fucked my face.

“A joint wedding,” I rasp, my throat a little croaky after its assault. “We think it makes sense. Everyone we know will be coming to both, so we should be more considerate to our guest. It’s less work for us all too.”

“Sounds good to me,” Knox says, looking at Maddox.

We decided against being walked down the aisle; we are going together. My hand clasps Ollie’s, and he knits our fingers together, then he brushes his lips over mine. “Let’s do this,” I say, and we turn to face the front and the two men waiting impatiently for us.

We walk down the aisle, catching the eye of so many of our friends, who smile or give us a thumbs up. It seems a distant past when I see the faces of the Doms we’ve had scenes with, that have fucked us, individually and together, and I feel no shame. Why should I? These men are my family, the ones that have accepted us in an environment that’s only about pleasure.