Epilogue

Theo

Thank you, so much, my Friend. We are planning to relocate to Capitol Hill in Seattle, Washington. I hear the weather is gorgeous up there.

I grinned at Yamato’s latest private message and responded, That’s great. Let me know how things work out. Feel free to use the condo for as long as you’d like.

He had spent some time trying to make contact with “Serpent” to ascertain if the hacker for hire had also arranged for his rescue, but there had never been a response. Instead, my buddy was left to wonder about his benefactor, but in the meantime was safe in the arms of his love.

As the music died down, my attention was drawn to the altar. I think I mentioned how amazing my man looked in a tux. Even a comically lavender tux with white trim. I had heard of bridesmaids’ dresses looking hideous so that the bride could look good, but I didn’t realize they made such ugly tuxedos. He was gorgeous despite the tux, and I flew my drone overhead taking aerial shots of the open-air proceedings. They had planned an evening wedding, and the weather complied with their desires for the outdoor venue with the bay as a backdrop.

I sat in the audience, focused on my technology where I was most comfortable. But I was distracted. As Abi and Jason stared excitedly into each other’s eyes and recited vows they had written themselves, Robbie’s and my vows to each other echoed in my mind. As we had lain in bed two nights prior, both of us emotionally drained from crying so much, he had taken my hand and said, “Theodore Russo, I pledge to you my heart, my soul. I swear I will never leave you. Never judge you.” He had cupped my face with one of his hands, running his thumb over my cheek. “You are my life.”

Tears renewed, I had pressed into his hand, mirroring him with my hand on his face, tracing the perfect oval and enjoying the prickle of his beard as I played my thumb over it. “Robbie Ramsayi, I pledge to you my heart and soul. I am so, so sorry that I pushed you away, and I swear with everything that I am that I will never do that again. I vow to share more with you, to protect you, and…” I’d had to stop there, overcome with emotion. Robbie had nodded understanding, pulling me to him and sealing our vows with a kiss that had led to one of the gentlest and sweetest evenings together.

Through the camera, I Interfaced and was able to take shots of the proceedings in addition to focusing on specific shots of Robbie. I zoomed in on his face and saw a fleeting wistful expression, replaced by a smile of contentment and joy.

They had timed it just right so that the nuptials would end as the fireworks began. I left the drone set up to film the crowd and aerial display and snuck up behind Robbie, whose eyes were on the sky. He settled back into my embrace, turning to kiss me over his shoulder. I was happy that he was relaxed enough in this public setting to allow the PDA.

“The celebration of freedom,” Robbie mused at the explosions. He was sentimental when it came to anything having to do with liberty.

“Ummhmm, I’d love to free you of that hideous tuxedo.” I nibbled his ear, which always made him giggle.

“Can we stay until they cut the cake at least?” he asked.

“Sugar, we can stay as late as you like,” I replied, but it was a challenge keeping my hands where others could see them until after said cake-cutting had taken place.

After the requisite dancing and toasts, we watched as Abi and Jason cut into their absurdly huge four-tier lavender cake. It was a dessert-only wedding reception, and since Robbie and I both had a sweet tooth, we each loaded up a plate from the buffet of cupcakes, candy, cookies, brownies, lemon bars, and other confections (go big or go home, Abs) and headed back to our bungalow. I barely got both plates set on the table before Robbie was on his knees, relieving me of my pants and underwear.

“You looking for a different kind of dessert, huh?” I teased as Robbie began to work his magic on me. I couldn’t quite say no, but I had had other ideas for how the night would end and blowing my load before I helped divest him of the purple eyesore was not it.

“Sugar, get out of that horrible tux, will ya?”

With his mouth still stretched around my cock, he glanced up with a playful look as he shrugged out of his jacket, complying with the request without ceasing his attentions. I laughed and rolled off my own jacket, then vest and shirt, tossing them all aside. I watched his ebony locks bob below me and sunk my fingers into his thick hair, encouragingly. A small shiver raced across my back when he began to hum, the sound one of ultimate enjoyment, and his hands reached around to dig into my cheeks, anchoring me deeper into him.

“Robbie,” I cautioned when he sped up, and only then did he pull away with a wry smile. I kicked out of my pants, underwear, and shoes, pushing him onto the bed once his own pants were gone. Then I groaned to see that he had somehow picked up a lavender jock with white bands. “You think that’s funny?” I asked, snapping the strap and wondering when he had changed since I had helped to insert a plug just before he got dressed and he had most certainly not been wearing purple then.

“Pretty funny, yeah.” He rolled onto his knees, waggling his ass my way, plug base enticingly prominent.

I gently wiggled it, summoning a hiss of pleasure from him, working it in and out until it popped free, and then dropped down to get a taste, running my tongue from the base of his balls up to his tailbone, savoring his scent that was quintessentially male. As often happened, he fell onto his elbows, groaning and spreading his legs wider for me to give me a full look at his smooth pink cleft and the ridges of his hole, which I began to roll my tongue around and around, working each groove with proper devotion. It was wrong to say that I wasn’t still affected by Robbie’s voice. It was just that it didn’t compel me. But the resonance of when he was in the throes of pleasure still rolled over me like an aphrodisiac, much like one’s favorite music could bring chills.

I also adored his body language and as he began to press back, begging for something larger than my tongue, which I plunged in and out of him. I pulled open the drawer of the bedside table and pumped some lube into my hands. “I have some thoughts, sugar,” I said, rolling my fingers playfully down his crack and enjoying the vision of the tight muscles of his back and perfection of the globes of his ass. I slid two fingers deep into him without warning and smirked as he sighed and began to thrust back onto my hand, stretching his hole as he whimpered for more. With my other hand I massaged his balls, then began milking his thick, swollen cock, watching as pearls of precum dripped down. I pulled his cock back and suckled his tip so none of the tangy fluid was wasted, hooking my fingers inside him and massaging as I slowly worked his shaft.

When I felt him begin to buck, his body begging for more, I let go of his dick and enjoyed the sight of it slapping forward against his abs. “Tonight we’re going to do something a little different.” I bit his inner thigh and slid my fingers out of him, pumping more lube onto the new toy I had bought.

Robbie hummed, resting his arms out and laying his head down upon them. I loved the positions he assumed for me. Complete acceptance of my desire to open him up, a shared passion for coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from him. “This is a bit wider than you’re used to, and it’s going to fill you up, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” he responded. The hummed, patient begging drove me wild. I grinned as his hole throbbed, an unconscious sign for wanting to be filled.

Robbie had learned how to take larger and larger toys, much to our mutual enjoyment. This time, I slowly worked the black silicone ball, a bit larger than a tennis ball, into him. I firmly rolled it against his widening hole, pulling back when he gave a small sharp intake of breath, before teasing him to open wider. His cleft summoned my kiss and flicker of tongue against the expanded ridges, before watching as the ball disappeared into his hungry hole. I pushed it further in, left the cord dangling, and reveled in his deep moan of pleasure as he rocked his hips back and forth, obviously enjoying the feeling of being internally stretched. Lying down beside him, I pulled him into a kiss, wrestling his tongue with mine before I toyed with the remote control, setting the ball to vibrate on the lowest setting and being rewarded when he moaned into my mouth.

Robbie pulled away, sensually arching his back. “Oh goodness,” he breathed, fixing me with a hungry stare which turned to confusion when I shook my head with a small smile.

“You’re going to fuck me tonight,” I said, relishing his eyes growing wide at the instruction. He knew I preferred to top, but I couldn’t get his proposal when we’d been wrestling on the mat last month out of my mind. I added, “Raw.”

Robbie started to protest, his eyebrows knitting and his mouth falling open, but I roughly grabbed his cock and gave him a little squeeze to emphasize my point, and his head fell back with a deep breath of desire. I rolled onto my knees and mirrored the position he had taken for me a few minutes earlier, thumbing the little switch to the next level of intensity and watching over my shoulder as he shuddered, his eyes rolling back for a moment when the ball vibrated his prostate. His dick leaked a copious amount of precum, and though I was tempted to lick it, I also wanted something else.

“Robbie, I want to feel you fill me.” I nodded to his painfully erect, uncut member. “Now.”

He nodded, reaching forward and roughly grabbing my chin in his hand as he crashed his mouth into mine, sharing the taste of champagne still on his tongue. Then he was behind me. I saw him reach for the lube and said, “Nah, sugar. You’re already slick. Fast, okay?”

He gave me a fleeting dubious look, and then I felt him lining his cock against me. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but nothing quite prepared you for being stretched by your lover. I groaned, both in pain at the burning as my hole molded to him, and in pleasure as he hit me just right. He paused, leaning over me and spreading small kisses across my back as he massaged my hips, waiting for me to adjust.

“Fuck, sugar, I want it hard and fast.” To emphasize my point, I cranked the vibration up, and he let out an exhale of ecstasy as he complied with my demand.

I could almost feel the vibrations through him as he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and began pounding me. With my free hand I began pumping my cock. I leaned up. “Baby,” I gasped, demanding, “bite me.”

Stroking frantically, I pushed the vibration to the max setting and felt Robbie buck as hot streams of cum filled me. He pulled me to him, his rock-hard arms tight around me. He sank his fangs deep into my neck, and I shot with a loud cry. Euphoria encompassed me as my body tightened around him, pulling for more, his bite prolonging the orgasm, not allowing my hardened cock to rest as it pulsed with stream after stream until it was throbbing dryly.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but I collapsed forward when Robbie retracted his fangs. When he exited, an involuntary whimper escaped, and I was left feeling empty. Robbie reached over and grabbed the remote, then switched it off and pulled the orb from himself before curling up beside me.

Maneuvering so that we were twined around each other, he murmured his love for me, his fingers playing through my forest of chest hair. “I love you too, sugar. So much,” I said, enjoying his scent and the feel of his feather-soft hair against my face.