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Who: Lucas Anker (wedancetodrownoursorrows) & Damon O’Neill (kingofsomekind)
What: Staycation Honeymoon
When: Ongoing during the month
Where: Their home in the dales
Warning(s): Smut af


They were behind on things. Their new little puppy had taken up a great deal of time in the days following their wedding, and they’d both excitedly given all of their time to her care. Damon has shown Lucas how to train a dog and they’d bought her a bed and toys, food and a treats and a dish. But now... now she was sound asleep, getting the rest a young dog needs and Damon wanted to take advantage of the peace to spend some of this time making up for their... physical needs.

He grinned as he tugged Lucas’ sleeve, backing up their wide staircase and toward the door to their bedroom. He considered the possibility of moving it further, into the dungeon.

“Where do you think we should take this?”

Damon gave Lucas a look, chewing softly at his lip, before tipping his head back for a kiss.

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“God, you’re sexy.”

Damon a his hand through Lucas’ hair gently, enjoying the way the curls occasionally caught at his fingers, tangling him there before he softly tugged his way out, and then moved them lower to caress his ear and cheek. He noticed the way Lucas was looking at him, gazing softly with parted lips, and smiled playfully.

“Thinking about something?”

He caught Lucas’ gaze as he began to stroke his own cock inches from Lucas’ face but just beyond his reach. He angled his body so that from his vantage point on the table his husband would get a full view of his ever growing erection. He wanted to see how long Lucas could go without asking for it, and he made more of a show of masturbation than he ordinarily would, less fast and erratic, taking time to twist his wrist, circle the head, pull back just slightly at the sensitive skin at the tip to give Lucas a clear look at the slit opening and then being squeezed nearly shut when he stroked his way back up.

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Lucas grinned, just a little. Was he really that obvious? He supposed he must be. But he didn't respond, at first anyway, and instead watched with desire as Damon stroked his cock slowly within view but too far for Lucas to reach, even if he did have his limbs free.

A part of him wanting to wait it out, and see how long before Damon said anything more. But also, he was desperate. And Damon looked so good, and Lucas wasn't sure how long he could stand it.

"Fuck," he said quietly, mostly to himself.

"I'm thinking... it would be nice if you put your cock in my mouth right now."

He wasn't sure how polite he should be, so he added;

"Please?"

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Damon nodded.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He gave himself a few more long, slow strokes before fisting a hand in Lucas’ hair and tugging, not so hard as to be painful but roughly enough to get his boy’s attention and to tip his head back into position. Ever so slowly Damon fed the length of his cock into Lucas’ open mouth, allowing his husband to adjust to each new inch before moving further in. He paused when he felt his head reach the opening of his throat, wanting to keep going but saving that for when he had Lucas worked up enough to enjoy it.

Instead, Damon began to move gently in and out of his mouth, staring at how perfect Lucas’ lips looked stretched around his swollen cock. He bit back a groan, not giving his boy the satisfaction of knowing how good his tongue felt so quickly.

“Is that good? Is that what you needed?”

He smirked at his husband, mouth stuffed, and waited for his answer.

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Lucas whined a little when Damon tugged his hair, and dutifully let his head be tipped into position, and opened his mouth to let Damon slowly push his cock inside his waiting mouth.

He loved this. He loved Damon. He loved his cock. And he loved feeling like both he was pleasing Damon, and he enjoyed getting what he desired.

Damon asked him a question, but of course, his mouth was rather full. So he groaned as much as he could with his mouth full, and then moved his tongue around teasingly, trying to indicate that yes he did need this, and by god did he love it too. He tried to relax his throat, allowing Damon to move deeper if he chose to (though he was sure he'd get some warning beforehand, he wanted to indicate - if Damon could feel his throat relaxing - that he was on board with that if he was too).

He tried to ignore his own hardening cock, and focused instead on Damon's, relishing every movement.

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Damon couldn’t suppress a small gasp as Lucas’ groaned around him, tongue working over his cock to express his enjoyment. Lucas was so absurdly good at this, despite being the one with less experience. His mouth was already so perfect, his lips still a delicate curve even this stretched, his inside of his cheeks so velvety soft. And fuck did his husband know how to use his gifts. Almost instinctively he gave Lucas’ hair another little tug and rolled his hips back and forth a few times.

Then Lucas’ throat relaxed in a way that had to be intentional and Damon had to swallow the urge to pound his throat right away. His stomach clenched and spasmed as he forced his hips to stay in place. Instead he took a deep breath in before petting Lucas’ hair softly in adoration and pulling his cock gently from between his lips.

“Are you sure you want the whole thing?”

He stroked Lucas’ cheek and jaw with his thumb, gazing lovingly down at his husband.

He smirked a little, expression still otherwise in awe of his boy. Sub or dom, he loved this man with all of his heart. Lucas never ceased to amaze him, no matter which role they each took.

“Does my beautiful little cock slut really want me to fuck his throat?”

The question was laced with power play and gentle teasing but he did actually want to give Lucas the choice. If he really did want it, Damon could absolutely lose himself to his greedy need to claim more of his partner, and he’d make sure Lucas liked it, but he wasn’t going to cross that line without explicit consent.

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Lucas was pleased that he'd caused that gasp, even if it was small. He liked pleasing Damon like this. He whined softly, slightly in protestation, when Damon pulled away. But then he understood. And despite being desperate, he appreciated that Damon was asking for explicit consent. God, he loved this man so much it was almost overwhelming.

He lifted his head a little and smiled up at him lovingly, and nodded. And then Damon spoke again.

"Fuck, please, yes," and then let his head fall back again.

"Please. Fuck my throat."

He strained his neck a little trying to reach him, but couldn't, and instead let his mouth hang open, as he waited in desperate impatience.

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