Chapter 49
Trent
Magnus’ needy whimper fills the bathroom over the sound of the shower running behind me. I love the look of lust on him. He flushes all the way down to his belly button, and for some reasons that’s such a turn on for me.
“Baby, take your clothes off,” I tell him, enjoying the way he’s staring at me.
It’s taken me a long time to get here, and I’m committed to enjoying it.
I want to take this as far as I can tonight, tomorrow night, the next night after, and every night after that until we say our final goodbyes to this life.
Magnus doesn’t move; he’s desperately trying to keep his hands in check, watching me stroke my cock, and his eyes on me get me past the chubby to a full hard on. Fuck, I’ve missed this.
“Magnus,” I repeat, hoarse and a little growly. “Take your clothes off.”
He whimpers again, and I decide to have mercy on my poor husband. “If you get your clothes off, I’ll let you suck my cock in the shower.”
That gets him moving. His eyes shoot to mine, like he might not believe me, but my face must be communicating clearly, because he jumps into action, stripping in a few seconds and taking a needy, excited step toward me.
I put my hand up, and for a heart-stopping moment, he looks like he’s about to cry, but I point to his feet. “Your socks, baby.”
He looks down at where he’s still wearing his socks and quickly jerks them off, tossing them into our bathroom hamper. “Now?”
I laugh at his incomprehensible question, opening the shower curtain for him. “Get in, baby. I’m going to wash you, and then you get to wash me. How’s that sound?”
“Yes,” he agrees eagerly, getting into the shower a little too quickly.
I steady him before he actually falls and follow him in, pushing him into the stream of water first. He’s not the only one who loves touching, and taking my time with him is blissful torture for both of us.
I run my fingers through his damp locks, pushing his hair out of his eyes with a current of contentment running deep in my soul.
“I love you,” I tell him, framing his face as I come in for a heated kiss, taking his damp lips with mine, sliding my tongue into his mouth with purpose.
I want him to feel how much I love him, how much I treasure him.
He’s my person, and I’m his, and I want to connect with him as deeply as I can. I—
“I want to make love tonight,” I whisper, kissing down his jaw, and biting him just below his ear.
He makes the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, nodding frantically. “Yes. Absolutely. Anything you want,” he agrees whole-heartedly. “Love.”
I chuckle softly, reaching for the bodywash.
He’s adorable when he’s turned on and flustered.
I use my hands to soap him up, washing every inch of his skin from his neck to his toes, lingering around his cock and balls just to draw out the pleasure of watching him hold back.
He wants more than a handy today, but he’s so tempted by my touch.
“Trent,” he whines, drawing out the complaint as I run my fingers through the cleft of his ass.
“Let me finish rinsing you, baby. Then you can touch every part of me, too,” I promise, enjoying the ragged gasp of his breath in anticipation of the fulfillment of his desires.
“Yes, please,” he whimpers, struggling for just a few seconds longer before I take his shoulders and switch places with him, wetting myself down for him.
The noise that escapes him as he finally touches hand to chest delights the absolute fuck out of me.
His love for me and happiness that he’s getting his hands on me relieves a tiny prick of anxiety that had been roiling in me.
I hadn’t acknowledged it, but now that Magnus has erased it, I can admit that it’d been there, waiting to grow, waiting for me to give it all the space inside me.
Magnus plucks my nipples and immediately puts his mouth on one, sucking on it until it’s sensitive and stiff.
I love the delight on his face and how into me he is.
I’ve known I missed him. Sometimes I get to have him, but right now I get him in the best way possible: bare and free from the mind fuck I’ve been experiencing for months.
He moves down my body, sucking my already hard cock into his mouth like he’s been wanting this as much as I have.
The sight of him, the warmth of his mouth, and movement of his tongue under my glans combines into an experience so pleasurable that I lose myself in it.
I release the moan that wants to escape and let him hear how good he is for me, how good he is to me.
He deserves high praise, and I find myself pushing my fingers into his hair and gripping those wet locks gently.
“Your mouth is incredible,” I murmur, slowly holding and gently pushing my hips.
He kneels there, taking my cock with adoration in those beautiful eyes.
“I love you,” I repeat again, because it bears being spoken again and again for the rest of our lives.
He makes a happy noise in his throat, and the vibration of that nearly sends me over the edge for him, so I pull out, gripping my shaft to stave off my orgasm. “Well done, baby. Now wash me up. You’re going to get me clean, and then, if you want to, you can douche for me.”
Magnus’s eyes widen as he rises. “Really?” he asks, reaching for the bodywash.
“Yeah,” I nod, because I’m ready for this step. I’m ready to give him what he’s been wanting, and I think we both deserve this.
Magnus quickly and excitedly washes me head to toe. He plays with my cock and balls for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary, but he’s excited about the activity I’ve proposed and doesn’t linger anywhere.
Once I’m rinsed off, he practically shoves me out of the shower. “Go, go! Keep yourself titillated. Watch some of my vids if you want. I will be out expeditiously!”
I laugh as I dry off, escaping the bathroom so he can have the privacy he needs for his prep.
Part of me wants to throw him onto our bed and make love to him for hours, but the kinkier part of me peeks his head out and asks me if we can film our first time.
I study that desire and the Trent that existed a few months ago who expected to have the camera on us for our first time.
He’s a little ragged, but the desire is still there.
I like being watched. I like the idea of sharing our love and experience with our subscribers.
I want to show Magnus off, and, oddly, I want to have a record of our love in the most intimate moments.
I want to preserve these memories, so I wrap my towel around my waist and head to our studio, setting up the cameras and checking the angles.
I start recording even before I get all the cameras set up, talking to future Magnus who will eventually be the person editing this video.
“I love you. All of you,” I tell him. “I love the way your mind works, the way you’re intentional about yourself and your life.
I love how protective you are and how self-assured.
I love watching you interact with people in power and how you turn that power into progress with your words and expectations.
You are incredible. I’m lucky I won the dorm lottery, and I’m lucky I won the spouse lottery. ”
I pause as I set up the bed, placing the pillow that will be going under his ass in a place that will help our subscribers enjoy the view when I’m in him.
I’m not really thinking about them, though.
I’m thinking about watching this later, about my enjoyment of the video, and about seeing Magnus watch himself opening up for me.
“We’re going to be old gay pervs, you know that, right? We’re going to have hours of videos of our early sex life together, and I’m going to watch it until the day I die because I love the look of you when you’re horny, turned on, and about to come. I love that I get to have that future with you.”
“I also love that I get that future with you,” Magnus says from behind me.
I chuckle, turning toward him. “I thought we could record our first time together for ourselves, if no one else, but also for our subs when we’re ready to share it with them,” I explain, pointing at the four camera angles I’ve set up, one being directly above us.
“I’m glad you decided to record, but it’s ok if you change your mind later and don’t want to share this.
We can always record a different video later,” he reminds me, running a hand through his damp hair to get the locks out of his face.
It never works for long, but he’s so cute doing it that I’ll never get tired of floppy-haired Magnus trying to get his bangs out of his eyes.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m pretty excited about recording right now,” I assure him, holding out my hand to pull him in close.
Magnus willingly comes, pressing into me skin-to-skin. “I am, too.”
His smile nearly floors me, and I lean down, taking possession of his lips, tasting the mint of his brushed teeth, and reveling in the soft gasp of his breath. I love this man so damn much.
Slowly, I pull his towel off and let it drop to the floor with mine following.
My hands immediately find the globes of his ass.
I turn us a quarter turn, grabbing his cheeks possessively and exposing his hole to the low angle camera behind him.
With a grip on the left cheek, I run the fingers of my right hand through his cleft and over his slippery hole.
He’s still lubed up from his douche, and I push the tip of my middle finger into him with zero resistance.
He inhales so fast and so hard that we lose the rhythm of our kiss, and he thumps his head on my shoulder. “Why does it feel so much better when you do it?” he questions loud enough for the mics to clearly pick up his voice.