musesandlyrics | 6.22 Drake lyrics
6.22. 'Cause baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
Best I Ever Had - Drake
Co-written with scotcopper
[Follows THIS]
Stuart stood out on the cruise deck, resting his elbows on the railing as he looked out at the water. He drew in a deep breath of fresh air and let it out slowly. He had come to really enjoy the cruise, despite the hiccup of dealing with seasickness initially. It had given him and Tom the time they needed, and it was time they spent mostly just wrapped up in themselves. But this was the last night now, and Stuart knew that although part of him wished they could just stay here forever and forget the real world, he was also getting homesick for his family... and for his work. It felt like a long time since he had been at work, and he was getting restless. He hadn't told Tom this, though. He didn't want him thinking it was because he didn't want to spend the time with him, take care of him. Because Stuart really would take another ten years off work if Tom needed him. He just missed being a detective, it was in his blood and he was feeling at a loss how to entertain himself when he and Tom weren't wrapped up in hot, sweaty sex.
Right now, he was just indulging in the fact he could watch the outdoor scenery of the ship now without vomiting over the edge of it. He had spent enough time out here, he had become fond of it, and he just wanted to remember how it felt. There weren't many other people out here, most inside enjoying the final night celebrations. The occasional couple walked by hand-in-hand or with their arms around each other, and Stuart found himself smiling fondly at them. He knew how that felt now. There had been the period he knew he had been falling - hard - for Tom. Now there was this new sensation... he just knew he was The One. Despite all the crap they had gone through together, even the niggly arguments and shouting they had while they were finding their feet with each other, they still managed to wake up each day in a post-lust haze and Stuart knew now it was more than lust. It was love, unlike how he had felt it in the past. It was the real deal, and he just didn't want to let it go.
Tom had left Ethan to Sophie in the bar, his mate's wife wasting no time in vacating the empty spot Tom had left. Now as he made his way out into the night air, he tucked the velvet box back safely into his pocket, and then reached into the pocket inside the lining of his jacket to fish out his glasses. He had gotten used to wearing them more and more, and he couldn't deny that he liked the look Stuart got whenever he wore them. If he was going to propose, he may as well do it bespectacled. He came up behind Stuart, his hands resting next to his lover's elbows as he nuzzled against the spot behind his hair. "Mm... you always smell good."
Stuart turned his face into Tom's with a content hum, enjoying that first delicious moment of contact that came with a familiar embrace. He caught sight of the glasses and smiled, shifting just a little so he could wrap his arm around Tom's waist, even if it took some reaching. For a moment just smiled at Tom, lost in the feeling and enjoying the random thoughts popping into his head. This was the first time in a long that he had felt at peace, and even though it was a surreal sensation, he was pretty sure he could well get used to it. "Better than the alternative, aye?" he finally joked, laughing softly.
"Very much so," Tom agreed as he chuckled lowly, and brushed his lips against Stuart's jaw. A hand left the railing to go to the copper's hip, and Tom gave it an affectionate squeeze. He was beyond grateful for everything Stuart had done, for looking after him, and for putting up with him when he'd been in some seriously shitty moods, but Tom knew that it was soon time to get back to reality. He had to get back to his law practice, and Stuart needed to get back to Gee and the police station. He also just knew that he had to propose. Tom didn't want a life without Stuart. "I need to ask you something, love."
Stuart raised his eyebrows a little, curious. He turned in the embrace so he was now facing Tom, back resting against the deck railing. His fingers crept up over Tom's hips so he could wrap his arms around his waist, pushing forward a little with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Your place or mine?" he joked and then pressed a kiss to the corner of Tom's lips. "Just kidding. What's up? You're okay, aye?"
Tom growled low before he could stop himself, his hips easily following Stuart's and he leaned forward for a bruising kiss. He pulled back as he licked his lips and grinned cheekily. "Erm, where was I? Oh, right. Yes. I'm okay. It's just I've been doing a lot of thinking these last few days and I don't want you to just come and live with me. Of course I want you living with me, but I want you there as more than my boyfriend. Lover. Whatever label doesn't sound lame." He dropped the other hand from the railing so he could reach into his pocket, and pulled out the ring box and flipped it open, the titanium band catching the deck lights. "Marry me, Stuart."
Stuart's mouth dropped open and he gaped, wide-eyed, at the small box in Tom's hand. He blinked and floundered at first, eyes bouncing from the ring, to Tom's face, and then back again. "I-I- um," he stammered and then gave a small laugh that could be mistaken as nerves. He put his hand up to his lips and bit down on the tip of his finger. There was a tiny voice at the back of his brain screaming at him to actually say something, but all he could do was just gape for a few moments longer. Eventually, though, he pulled his composure back with another laugh of disbelief, reaching into his own pocket and pulling out an identical box containing a Celtic titanium ring with black diamonds, the design sybolising unity. "Snap?" he offered and broke into a grin.
Tom stared at Stuart's box, dumbfounded. Then he just started to laugh in disbelief. "You stole my fucking thunder, you prick! I've been agonising over this, and you were going to bloody propose. Jesus." He wasn't being insulting, the swearing was used with affection and he just smirked at Stuart before he pulled him into another heated kiss, this one lingering. "I love you, you know that. I think it's time to exchange the rings, don't you? Yes goes without saying."
Stuart was laughing, and still managing to laugh in the kiss. In fact, he had to soon break it to catch his breath again. "I've been thinking about it for a few days," he admitted with a small shrug as he carefully slipped the ring from the box, holding it up so it caught the light. "Mind, it was a wee bit of a different course. I've been carrying it aroond with me, hoping some miraculous guardian angel would smack me in the face and show me when the right time was. The bitch left me high and dry," he laughed and took Tom's hand to squeeze it softly, and then sliding the ring onto his finger before leaning to kiss it. "You trumped her. Always did prefer my fairies with ten inches."
Tom snorted in amusement before he slipped the ring he got from Stuart out of the box, and onto his finger. He dipped his head to repeat the gesture before slipping his arms around Stuart and pulling him close. "Oh, aye? You know how I feel about fairies with ten inches, especially the Scottish ones. Great minds really do think alike, don't they? At least this'll make for an amusing proposal story. I can't wait for Ethan to hear about it. He won't ever be able to shut up."
"Call him in for back up, did you?" Stuart guessed with a smirk. He rubbed his hands over Tom's back, once again smiling indulgently as he looked over Tom's eyes behind the glasses. They really did make him as hot as all fuck. It was like as soon as he saw them on Tom, his cock was magnetised to them, as hard as rock and ready to go without fail. His hands dipped lower so he could squeeze Tom's arse softly, trying to fight the temptation to shove his hand down the back of his trousers for some skin-on-skin contact. "I dinnae think we'd ever manage to pull it off conventionally. Wouldnae want to, either. This is our way. Cannae say we arenae always going to be battling for dominance, but makes for an awesome sex life," he added cheekily.
"Of course I did," Tom returned before he groaned appreciatively at the feel of Stuart's hand on his arse. His own cock and hardened and rubbed up against Stuart's hip as he dipped his head to nip softly at his jaw. It was the glasses, and he knew. They were like sexual crack, and he couldn't help but encourage Stuart's habit. "You're probably right. At least this way we've both managed to wind up on top. Although right now I just want to turn you around and try for a ninja fuck here and now since you're over your seasickness. I wouldn't want anyone that just submitted to me. I need the challenge."
Stuart dipped his head back to invite the intentions and groan softly at the the thought alone. "Who says we cannae have a ninja fuck. We could use some practice on that discretion, aye?" he murmured. "With all the times I'm planning on taking my fiance on his desk at work during the lunch break. Cannae tell you how much I want you to fuck me in the arse right now. I've been thinking aboot it all night, like. Hardly even tasted the dessert thinking about your taste..."
A shudder rolled through Tom and he pulled back with a sharp breath as he glanced around and tried as subtly as possible to get Stuart to face out towards the water again. He was back against his new fiancé and pressed his cock against Stuart's arse, Tom's hard length already straining against his trousers and threatening to cut his circulation off. He reached a hand around Stuart's middle, his lips trailing along the side of his neck as he rubbed the heel of his palm against Stuart's erection. "Mm... Dessert has nothing on you, love. Although that does remind me to get some whipped cream so that I can lick it off your body. Now that I have my appetite back, there's nothing we can't do."
Stuart leaned heavily on the railings, using them as leverage to push back against Tom to create some friction. He wasn't sure he would be able to hold off until they got back to their cabin, anyway, even if he did plan on fucking Tom all night long on their last night and they ended up feeling like zombies when they hit dry land in London again. He cursed softly, the broad Scottish expletives falling easily from his lips. Over the time of the cruise, he had taken a lot to leaning on the railings, but this was different and he was desperate to get off. "I think we should celebrate by getting to a lot of those things we couldnae do when you were hurt," he decided, his hand closing around Tom's with a firm squeeze.
"Anything you desire, love," Tom growled against Stuart's ear. He was already panting, his breathing coming out in hot little shallow puffs of air. He gave Stuart's cock a squeeze in return. This really was one of those times Tom was grateful his fiancé was a Scot. The kilt was more than convenient even if Tom had to try to not draw attention to himself by lifting the back of it up, and unzipping his trousers. He loosened his belt buckle to make it easier to get his cock out, giving himself a firm stroke before using the pre-come as lube. He rubbed his cock between the cheeks of Stuart's arse, creating some delicious friction that had him biting his lip to stop a grown. "Fuck, I love your arse," he whispered as he sucked on Stuart's ear lobe.
It was just sheer determination to get fucked that kept Stuart on his feet and not just sinking to the floor. Every one of Tom's touches were sending sparks through him and even though the setting was new and exciting, they had to be reserved and that always just increased the arousal. He was panting heavily, and strangely, it was a little similar to the first time he was out there and started to feel weird. At least they could have a random cover story if anyone got suspicious, but it was unlikely. The other passengers on the cruise were wrapped up in their own worlds, too, and Stuart was more than happy to be wrapped up with Tom. "Please..." he begged him softly, his voice thick with arousal. He reached behind him to just connect with any part of Tom he could, his hand coming to rest affectionately on his hip.
Tom smiled against Stuart's cheek before he trailed his lips back down his neck and worked on circling his finger around Stuart's anus, getting him to relax his muscles. "I got you," he whispered for only Stuart to hear. His arm shifted into a more possessive grip to show that Stuart was safe with him. He eased his finger inside, stretching out the opening as a second finger joined and he started to pump them into Stuart. He was imitating exactly what he wanted to do to him with his cock. His erection throbbing painfully, and Tom let out a groan just before even his own initiated foreplay was too much and he withdrew his fingers to dip them into his pocket and pull out the condom packet he'd luckily tossed inside there earlier along with the ring. He tried to be as covert as he could while he tore it open with his teeth and quickly rolled it down his length before holding the base of his cock and easing himself into Stuart with a stifled groan. "Jesus, fuck..."
Stuart was more than aware how quick they had to be. Good thing, too, because it really wasn't going to take much. Tom's proposal alone had him turned on, coupled with the glasses, the setting, the fact the were in a public place, it felt like every fibre of him was sparking with a heated anticipation. He was already panting and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He braced his weight on the railing, exhaling with a soft, stifled moan as soon as he felt Tom fill him. It took all his effort not to come immediately. Leaning in against the wall beneath the railing, he fumbled for his own cock beneath the folds of tartan and squeezed it sharply. "Fast... hard... I want it to hurt," he panted with an aroused growl. He started to rapidly pump his erection in his fist, mind focused soley on Tom, behind him, buried deep inside him.
Tom didn't need to be told twice. He was more than happy to make Stuart's fantasy come true. Even more so when he was aware of Stu taking his own cock in hand. Tom started thrusting his hips forcefully, driving hard and deep into Stuart as his puffed against Stuart's neck. Sweat was already breaking out across his brow, and every nerve in his body was primed and screaming for release. He had been wanting to take Stuart since he came out onto the deck and now he definitely wanted to. Stuart had agreed to marry him, and Stuart had asked Tom to marry him. He kissed the back of Stuart's neck before nipping at the skin and sliding his tongue against it. "You got any idea just how fucking hot you are?"
"Gonna be even hotter if you keep fucking me like this, love," Stuart grunted back, his accent thicker and deeper than it usually was, spurred by such heightened arousal that he wasn't actually sure he could manage to think straight anymore. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and it was a relief he had the railing to lean on or his legs would've given up on holding him upright by now. He turned his head, catching Tom's lips in a biting, bruising kiss. There was no holding back, though, it wasn't intended to be prolonged. He bit down on Tom's lip before the kiss was forced to break in the awkwardness of the position. Stuart gave a strained, stifled groan and hunched forward just a little when on one particularly hard thrust Tom hit that deliciously glorious spot that was his prostate and Stuart was undone, coming forcefully into his hand as it took all his effort not to cry Tom's name out.
Tom grinned, Stuart coming undone spurring him on as he kept thrusting. He wanted to ride out Stuart's orgasm before giving in to his own, enjoying every delicious feel of Stuart's body against his, and the groans of his lover, and the thicker accent. His fingers dug into Stuart's hips as he drove himself deep into his arse one more time before Tom's orgasm ripped through him and he dropped his shoulder to Stuart's. His hand moved back to his stomach and he bit down on his lip to stifle a cry as he came hard. He rubbed his hand tenderly against Stuart's middle and let out a contented sigh.
There was the sound of some voices approaching, and Stuart nearly choked on a gasp. He rocked forward, forcing Tom to withdraw and then spun around in the embrace, panting heavily. Man, his arse was hurting, but it wasn't in a bad way at all. His arms closed around Tom's waist, pulling him flush against him, and as the talking couple rounded the corner, Stuart broke into a smile, managing to make them look every bit the loving couple just enjoying the last night on deck... even though his shining eyes a glint of deviousness said a lot more. "Love you," he breathed, holding Tom's gaze through his glasses.
Tom smiled back, still trying to get his breathing under control as he pressed a kiss to Stuart's lips. His eyes held a similar glint as he looked over Stuart's face, and waited for the couple to pass before giving his arse a gentle squeeze. "Love you too, fiancé."
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
Best I Ever Had - Drake
Co-written with scotcopper
[Follows THIS]
Stuart stood out on the cruise deck, resting his elbows on the railing as he looked out at the water. He drew in a deep breath of fresh air and let it out slowly. He had come to really enjoy the cruise, despite the hiccup of dealing with seasickness initially. It had given him and Tom the time they needed, and it was time they spent mostly just wrapped up in themselves. But this was the last night now, and Stuart knew that although part of him wished they could just stay here forever and forget the real world, he was also getting homesick for his family... and for his work. It felt like a long time since he had been at work, and he was getting restless. He hadn't told Tom this, though. He didn't want him thinking it was because he didn't want to spend the time with him, take care of him. Because Stuart really would take another ten years off work if Tom needed him. He just missed being a detective, it was in his blood and he was feeling at a loss how to entertain himself when he and Tom weren't wrapped up in hot, sweaty sex.
Right now, he was just indulging in the fact he could watch the outdoor scenery of the ship now without vomiting over the edge of it. He had spent enough time out here, he had become fond of it, and he just wanted to remember how it felt. There weren't many other people out here, most inside enjoying the final night celebrations. The occasional couple walked by hand-in-hand or with their arms around each other, and Stuart found himself smiling fondly at them. He knew how that felt now. There had been the period he knew he had been falling - hard - for Tom. Now there was this new sensation... he just knew he was The One. Despite all the crap they had gone through together, even the niggly arguments and shouting they had while they were finding their feet with each other, they still managed to wake up each day in a post-lust haze and Stuart knew now it was more than lust. It was love, unlike how he had felt it in the past. It was the real deal, and he just didn't want to let it go.
Tom had left Ethan to Sophie in the bar, his mate's wife wasting no time in vacating the empty spot Tom had left. Now as he made his way out into the night air, he tucked the velvet box back safely into his pocket, and then reached into the pocket inside the lining of his jacket to fish out his glasses. He had gotten used to wearing them more and more, and he couldn't deny that he liked the look Stuart got whenever he wore them. If he was going to propose, he may as well do it bespectacled. He came up behind Stuart, his hands resting next to his lover's elbows as he nuzzled against the spot behind his hair. "Mm... you always smell good."
Stuart turned his face into Tom's with a content hum, enjoying that first delicious moment of contact that came with a familiar embrace. He caught sight of the glasses and smiled, shifting just a little so he could wrap his arm around Tom's waist, even if it took some reaching. For a moment just smiled at Tom, lost in the feeling and enjoying the random thoughts popping into his head. This was the first time in a long that he had felt at peace, and even though it was a surreal sensation, he was pretty sure he could well get used to it. "Better than the alternative, aye?" he finally joked, laughing softly.
"Very much so," Tom agreed as he chuckled lowly, and brushed his lips against Stuart's jaw. A hand left the railing to go to the copper's hip, and Tom gave it an affectionate squeeze. He was beyond grateful for everything Stuart had done, for looking after him, and for putting up with him when he'd been in some seriously shitty moods, but Tom knew that it was soon time to get back to reality. He had to get back to his law practice, and Stuart needed to get back to Gee and the police station. He also just knew that he had to propose. Tom didn't want a life without Stuart. "I need to ask you something, love."
Stuart raised his eyebrows a little, curious. He turned in the embrace so he was now facing Tom, back resting against the deck railing. His fingers crept up over Tom's hips so he could wrap his arms around his waist, pushing forward a little with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Your place or mine?" he joked and then pressed a kiss to the corner of Tom's lips. "Just kidding. What's up? You're okay, aye?"
Tom growled low before he could stop himself, his hips easily following Stuart's and he leaned forward for a bruising kiss. He pulled back as he licked his lips and grinned cheekily. "Erm, where was I? Oh, right. Yes. I'm okay. It's just I've been doing a lot of thinking these last few days and I don't want you to just come and live with me. Of course I want you living with me, but I want you there as more than my boyfriend. Lover. Whatever label doesn't sound lame." He dropped the other hand from the railing so he could reach into his pocket, and pulled out the ring box and flipped it open, the titanium band catching the deck lights. "Marry me, Stuart."
Stuart's mouth dropped open and he gaped, wide-eyed, at the small box in Tom's hand. He blinked and floundered at first, eyes bouncing from the ring, to Tom's face, and then back again. "I-I- um," he stammered and then gave a small laugh that could be mistaken as nerves. He put his hand up to his lips and bit down on the tip of his finger. There was a tiny voice at the back of his brain screaming at him to actually say something, but all he could do was just gape for a few moments longer. Eventually, though, he pulled his composure back with another laugh of disbelief, reaching into his own pocket and pulling out an identical box containing a Celtic titanium ring with black diamonds, the design sybolising unity. "Snap?" he offered and broke into a grin.
Tom stared at Stuart's box, dumbfounded. Then he just started to laugh in disbelief. "You stole my fucking thunder, you prick! I've been agonising over this, and you were going to bloody propose. Jesus." He wasn't being insulting, the swearing was used with affection and he just smirked at Stuart before he pulled him into another heated kiss, this one lingering. "I love you, you know that. I think it's time to exchange the rings, don't you? Yes goes without saying."
Stuart was laughing, and still managing to laugh in the kiss. In fact, he had to soon break it to catch his breath again. "I've been thinking about it for a few days," he admitted with a small shrug as he carefully slipped the ring from the box, holding it up so it caught the light. "Mind, it was a wee bit of a different course. I've been carrying it aroond with me, hoping some miraculous guardian angel would smack me in the face and show me when the right time was. The bitch left me high and dry," he laughed and took Tom's hand to squeeze it softly, and then sliding the ring onto his finger before leaning to kiss it. "You trumped her. Always did prefer my fairies with ten inches."
Tom snorted in amusement before he slipped the ring he got from Stuart out of the box, and onto his finger. He dipped his head to repeat the gesture before slipping his arms around Stuart and pulling him close. "Oh, aye? You know how I feel about fairies with ten inches, especially the Scottish ones. Great minds really do think alike, don't they? At least this'll make for an amusing proposal story. I can't wait for Ethan to hear about it. He won't ever be able to shut up."
"Call him in for back up, did you?" Stuart guessed with a smirk. He rubbed his hands over Tom's back, once again smiling indulgently as he looked over Tom's eyes behind the glasses. They really did make him as hot as all fuck. It was like as soon as he saw them on Tom, his cock was magnetised to them, as hard as rock and ready to go without fail. His hands dipped lower so he could squeeze Tom's arse softly, trying to fight the temptation to shove his hand down the back of his trousers for some skin-on-skin contact. "I dinnae think we'd ever manage to pull it off conventionally. Wouldnae want to, either. This is our way. Cannae say we arenae always going to be battling for dominance, but makes for an awesome sex life," he added cheekily.
"Of course I did," Tom returned before he groaned appreciatively at the feel of Stuart's hand on his arse. His own cock and hardened and rubbed up against Stuart's hip as he dipped his head to nip softly at his jaw. It was the glasses, and he knew. They were like sexual crack, and he couldn't help but encourage Stuart's habit. "You're probably right. At least this way we've both managed to wind up on top. Although right now I just want to turn you around and try for a ninja fuck here and now since you're over your seasickness. I wouldn't want anyone that just submitted to me. I need the challenge."
Stuart dipped his head back to invite the intentions and groan softly at the the thought alone. "Who says we cannae have a ninja fuck. We could use some practice on that discretion, aye?" he murmured. "With all the times I'm planning on taking my fiance on his desk at work during the lunch break. Cannae tell you how much I want you to fuck me in the arse right now. I've been thinking aboot it all night, like. Hardly even tasted the dessert thinking about your taste..."
A shudder rolled through Tom and he pulled back with a sharp breath as he glanced around and tried as subtly as possible to get Stuart to face out towards the water again. He was back against his new fiancé and pressed his cock against Stuart's arse, Tom's hard length already straining against his trousers and threatening to cut his circulation off. He reached a hand around Stuart's middle, his lips trailing along the side of his neck as he rubbed the heel of his palm against Stuart's erection. "Mm... Dessert has nothing on you, love. Although that does remind me to get some whipped cream so that I can lick it off your body. Now that I have my appetite back, there's nothing we can't do."
Stuart leaned heavily on the railings, using them as leverage to push back against Tom to create some friction. He wasn't sure he would be able to hold off until they got back to their cabin, anyway, even if he did plan on fucking Tom all night long on their last night and they ended up feeling like zombies when they hit dry land in London again. He cursed softly, the broad Scottish expletives falling easily from his lips. Over the time of the cruise, he had taken a lot to leaning on the railings, but this was different and he was desperate to get off. "I think we should celebrate by getting to a lot of those things we couldnae do when you were hurt," he decided, his hand closing around Tom's with a firm squeeze.
"Anything you desire, love," Tom growled against Stuart's ear. He was already panting, his breathing coming out in hot little shallow puffs of air. He gave Stuart's cock a squeeze in return. This really was one of those times Tom was grateful his fiancé was a Scot. The kilt was more than convenient even if Tom had to try to not draw attention to himself by lifting the back of it up, and unzipping his trousers. He loosened his belt buckle to make it easier to get his cock out, giving himself a firm stroke before using the pre-come as lube. He rubbed his cock between the cheeks of Stuart's arse, creating some delicious friction that had him biting his lip to stop a grown. "Fuck, I love your arse," he whispered as he sucked on Stuart's ear lobe.
It was just sheer determination to get fucked that kept Stuart on his feet and not just sinking to the floor. Every one of Tom's touches were sending sparks through him and even though the setting was new and exciting, they had to be reserved and that always just increased the arousal. He was panting heavily, and strangely, it was a little similar to the first time he was out there and started to feel weird. At least they could have a random cover story if anyone got suspicious, but it was unlikely. The other passengers on the cruise were wrapped up in their own worlds, too, and Stuart was more than happy to be wrapped up with Tom. "Please..." he begged him softly, his voice thick with arousal. He reached behind him to just connect with any part of Tom he could, his hand coming to rest affectionately on his hip.
Tom smiled against Stuart's cheek before he trailed his lips back down his neck and worked on circling his finger around Stuart's anus, getting him to relax his muscles. "I got you," he whispered for only Stuart to hear. His arm shifted into a more possessive grip to show that Stuart was safe with him. He eased his finger inside, stretching out the opening as a second finger joined and he started to pump them into Stuart. He was imitating exactly what he wanted to do to him with his cock. His erection throbbing painfully, and Tom let out a groan just before even his own initiated foreplay was too much and he withdrew his fingers to dip them into his pocket and pull out the condom packet he'd luckily tossed inside there earlier along with the ring. He tried to be as covert as he could while he tore it open with his teeth and quickly rolled it down his length before holding the base of his cock and easing himself into Stuart with a stifled groan. "Jesus, fuck..."
Stuart was more than aware how quick they had to be. Good thing, too, because it really wasn't going to take much. Tom's proposal alone had him turned on, coupled with the glasses, the setting, the fact the were in a public place, it felt like every fibre of him was sparking with a heated anticipation. He was already panting and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He braced his weight on the railing, exhaling with a soft, stifled moan as soon as he felt Tom fill him. It took all his effort not to come immediately. Leaning in against the wall beneath the railing, he fumbled for his own cock beneath the folds of tartan and squeezed it sharply. "Fast... hard... I want it to hurt," he panted with an aroused growl. He started to rapidly pump his erection in his fist, mind focused soley on Tom, behind him, buried deep inside him.
Tom didn't need to be told twice. He was more than happy to make Stuart's fantasy come true. Even more so when he was aware of Stu taking his own cock in hand. Tom started thrusting his hips forcefully, driving hard and deep into Stuart as his puffed against Stuart's neck. Sweat was already breaking out across his brow, and every nerve in his body was primed and screaming for release. He had been wanting to take Stuart since he came out onto the deck and now he definitely wanted to. Stuart had agreed to marry him, and Stuart had asked Tom to marry him. He kissed the back of Stuart's neck before nipping at the skin and sliding his tongue against it. "You got any idea just how fucking hot you are?"
"Gonna be even hotter if you keep fucking me like this, love," Stuart grunted back, his accent thicker and deeper than it usually was, spurred by such heightened arousal that he wasn't actually sure he could manage to think straight anymore. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and it was a relief he had the railing to lean on or his legs would've given up on holding him upright by now. He turned his head, catching Tom's lips in a biting, bruising kiss. There was no holding back, though, it wasn't intended to be prolonged. He bit down on Tom's lip before the kiss was forced to break in the awkwardness of the position. Stuart gave a strained, stifled groan and hunched forward just a little when on one particularly hard thrust Tom hit that deliciously glorious spot that was his prostate and Stuart was undone, coming forcefully into his hand as it took all his effort not to cry Tom's name out.
Tom grinned, Stuart coming undone spurring him on as he kept thrusting. He wanted to ride out Stuart's orgasm before giving in to his own, enjoying every delicious feel of Stuart's body against his, and the groans of his lover, and the thicker accent. His fingers dug into Stuart's hips as he drove himself deep into his arse one more time before Tom's orgasm ripped through him and he dropped his shoulder to Stuart's. His hand moved back to his stomach and he bit down on his lip to stifle a cry as he came hard. He rubbed his hand tenderly against Stuart's middle and let out a contented sigh.
There was the sound of some voices approaching, and Stuart nearly choked on a gasp. He rocked forward, forcing Tom to withdraw and then spun around in the embrace, panting heavily. Man, his arse was hurting, but it wasn't in a bad way at all. His arms closed around Tom's waist, pulling him flush against him, and as the talking couple rounded the corner, Stuart broke into a smile, managing to make them look every bit the loving couple just enjoying the last night on deck... even though his shining eyes a glint of deviousness said a lot more. "Love you," he breathed, holding Tom's gaze through his glasses.
Tom smiled back, still trying to get his breathing under control as he pressed a kiss to Stuart's lips. His eyes held a similar glint as he looked over Stuart's face, and waited for the couple to pass before giving his arse a gentle squeeze. "Love you too, fiancé."