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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
57
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20,078
Reviews:
556
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Chapter Fifty-two
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
They walked on the beach for a long while. The air felt soft and smelled of sweet blooms and sea. In companionable silence, they returned to the tree house. Staff had rushed to bring their bags and a larger, more generous spread of food and drink.
Adam glanced around the over-stocked kitchen. “Roth, your family does know how to live well.”
He plucked his fiancé’s empty glass from his capable, elegant hand. “Make us a plate. I’ll pour.”
They ascended with victuals and beverages. Roth led him to the uppermost level where a wide chaise, many-times blessed with pleasure and restoration waited. He set their drinks on the occasional table beside it.
Adam stood, visibly stiff and uncertain as a virgin on wedding night. “I have something to give you.”
Roth took the tray from his man’s hands, placing it upon the floor. “Okay.” He straightened.
He reached into his pocket. “The jeweler’s box is in my luggage. It has the certificate of quality and the documentation proving this a custom piece.” Going to one knee, he withdrew a ring. “You proposed. All the same, I wanted to give you something to represent my gratitude and love. It’s a platinum band set with Charolite.” Adam visibly trembled. “I hoped the violet color of the stone would remind you of my eyes.”
Roth extended his left hand, touched and so in love. Observing his mate as he slid the well-fitted ring onto his appropriate finger, he whispered, “You didn’t have to do this.”
Adam gazed down at the band, then met his eyes. “No, I didn’t. I wanted to.”
Roth gathered his man close. He felt the ring like a pledge. “Thank you.”
He intended for them to attend a function at the villa, and Roth double-checked transportation arrangements. A chauffeured tour buggy arrived. Eyeing his man’s provocative outfit, he decided the body, not the clothes made it so hot. The recent imposed imprisonment had sent Adam into the workout room with great frequency. His already spectacular physique had become further refined and muscular.
Adam wore black boots, brushed cotton jeans of the same color and a short-sleeved button-up shirt in very dark purple. With the shirt tucked in, his exaggerated T-silhouette made Roth’s cock twitch and mouth water. “I’ll end up in a fight over you tonight.”
His mate smiled. “Could say the same about you.”
Roth reached out, hooked his finger in the black belt threaded through the loops of the pants encasing Adam’s slender hips. “Come here, you.”
Their mouths met in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Roth savored the feel of his lover’s hard muscles and smooth-skinned face.
Beeping the rather weak horn, their driver summoned them.
Adam held Roth’s face in his large, elegant hands as he broke their kiss. “Let’s go see who has to defend who’s virtue.”
They held hands during the ride, both quiet. Roth’s contentment knew no bounds. He had his love, his fiancé, close. An evening of entertainment awaited, and as always, Roth savored the sense of homecoming this island granted.
Villa staff did not disappoint.
They walked through the traditional dining room where staff had set the buffet, to the multiple bars and impromptu parquet dance floor in the courtyard.
Gitte had arranged for native cuisine, a reggae band and enough small batch rums and beers from Caribbean vendors to get the entire island intoxicated.
Roth grasped Adam’s wrist. “Dance with me.”
The sultry rhythm and liberal atmosphere made for a great place to finally enjoy the dance he asked Adam for the night they met. He turned his lover around, snugged his back to his own front. They swayed together, in tune and rhythm. Roth swept Adam’s hair aside to kiss his neck. The taste of his lover’s skin set him on fire.
Adam leaned back, entrusting much of his weight to Roth. “So good, sweetheart.” He held onto Roth’s embracing arms.
He gave Adam a squeeze, and whispered into his ear. “I’m going to have my fill of you tonight.”
“Good.”
They danced and played with each other until they both shook with arousal. Roth finally declared, “Enough.” He tugged his man behind him through the throng, the villa and onto the lawn.
A driver having a smoke sort of jumped and called, “Doctor Garrett, be right with you.”
Adam lifted his hand, bringing Roth’s with it. He bit the first knuckle of the thumb. “My perv is showing. Like the sound of the whole ‘doctor’ thing.”
He groaned as his dick jerked inside his pants. “You’re gonna get that itch scratched.”
They walked on the beach for a long while. The air felt soft and smelled of sweet blooms and sea. In companionable silence, they returned to the tree house. Staff had rushed to bring their bags and a larger, more generous spread of food and drink.
Adam glanced around the over-stocked kitchen. “Roth, your family does know how to live well.”
He plucked his fiancé’s empty glass from his capable, elegant hand. “Make us a plate. I’ll pour.”
They ascended with victuals and beverages. Roth led him to the uppermost level where a wide chaise, many-times blessed with pleasure and restoration waited. He set their drinks on the occasional table beside it.
Adam stood, visibly stiff and uncertain as a virgin on wedding night. “I have something to give you.”
Roth took the tray from his man’s hands, placing it upon the floor. “Okay.” He straightened.
He reached into his pocket. “The jeweler’s box is in my luggage. It has the certificate of quality and the documentation proving this a custom piece.” Going to one knee, he withdrew a ring. “You proposed. All the same, I wanted to give you something to represent my gratitude and love. It’s a platinum band set with Charolite.” Adam visibly trembled. “I hoped the violet color of the stone would remind you of my eyes.”
Roth extended his left hand, touched and so in love. Observing his mate as he slid the well-fitted ring onto his appropriate finger, he whispered, “You didn’t have to do this.”
Adam gazed down at the band, then met his eyes. “No, I didn’t. I wanted to.”
Roth gathered his man close. He felt the ring like a pledge. “Thank you.”
He intended for them to attend a function at the villa, and Roth double-checked transportation arrangements. A chauffeured tour buggy arrived. Eyeing his man’s provocative outfit, he decided the body, not the clothes made it so hot. The recent imposed imprisonment had sent Adam into the workout room with great frequency. His already spectacular physique had become further refined and muscular.
Adam wore black boots, brushed cotton jeans of the same color and a short-sleeved button-up shirt in very dark purple. With the shirt tucked in, his exaggerated T-silhouette made Roth’s cock twitch and mouth water. “I’ll end up in a fight over you tonight.”
His mate smiled. “Could say the same about you.”
Roth reached out, hooked his finger in the black belt threaded through the loops of the pants encasing Adam’s slender hips. “Come here, you.”
Their mouths met in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Roth savored the feel of his lover’s hard muscles and smooth-skinned face.
Beeping the rather weak horn, their driver summoned them.
Adam held Roth’s face in his large, elegant hands as he broke their kiss. “Let’s go see who has to defend who’s virtue.”
They held hands during the ride, both quiet. Roth’s contentment knew no bounds. He had his love, his fiancé, close. An evening of entertainment awaited, and as always, Roth savored the sense of homecoming this island granted.
Villa staff did not disappoint.
They walked through the traditional dining room where staff had set the buffet, to the multiple bars and impromptu parquet dance floor in the courtyard.
Gitte had arranged for native cuisine, a reggae band and enough small batch rums and beers from Caribbean vendors to get the entire island intoxicated.
Roth grasped Adam’s wrist. “Dance with me.”
The sultry rhythm and liberal atmosphere made for a great place to finally enjoy the dance he asked Adam for the night they met. He turned his lover around, snugged his back to his own front. They swayed together, in tune and rhythm. Roth swept Adam’s hair aside to kiss his neck. The taste of his lover’s skin set him on fire.
Adam leaned back, entrusting much of his weight to Roth. “So good, sweetheart.” He held onto Roth’s embracing arms.
He gave Adam a squeeze, and whispered into his ear. “I’m going to have my fill of you tonight.”
“Good.”
They danced and played with each other until they both shook with arousal. Roth finally declared, “Enough.” He tugged his man behind him through the throng, the villa and onto the lawn.
A driver having a smoke sort of jumped and called, “Doctor Garrett, be right with you.”
Adam lifted his hand, bringing Roth’s with it. He bit the first knuckle of the thumb. “My perv is showing. Like the sound of the whole ‘doctor’ thing.”
He groaned as his dick jerked inside his pants. “You’re gonna get that itch scratched.”