Epilogue #2
As I set Raj atop the mattress, his warm brown eyes, so filled with love, stared up at me. “I love you, Daddy.”
“My heart, my Raj, I love you more than words can convey.”
As I entered my boy that night, magic played no part in it.
Not in prep or otherwise. We were just two newly married men completely immersed in one another.
No beginning, and no end, as we worked in tandem to ensure the other’s pleasure.
Lips, hands, and tongues trailed over sinewy curves and of naked flesh.
“Raj,” I panted. My dear boy had perfected the art of fellatio and had me near bursting. “Close. Too close.” Not how I wanted this night to end.
“He-he, Daddy, you’re so silly.”
Silly. I was anything but that right now. So horny I could barely see straight was a more accurate description. “Crawl up here, my love.”
His cock grazed mine as he slid alongside me. My sensitivity was off the charts and with the extensive foreplay, he had me on edge. No matter how many times I entered my boy, each was like the first. But this special night would be as husbands and the intensity of the word elevated the moment.
“My love.” I gazed into Raj’s eyes and brushed his hair from his face.
“I know, Daddy. I feel it, too.”
Words escaped as I began to move inside him.
His tight channel firmly gripped my cock as his muscles flexed.
Gods, I loved when that happened. Raj wrapped his legs around my waist as I thrust into him.
I swear, I was as deep inside him as I’d ever been.
Maybe it was the consummation of our marriage that made it feel that way, but whatever it was deepened the feeling.
Together we moved as one. Every moan, every pant that came from my boy heightened my own pleasure. Sins of the flesh, though there was nothing sinful about this at all. It was beautiful, as love should always be.
The clue that Raj was close was when my name ghosted past his lips and I was right there with him. “Come for me, my sweet boy. Come with me.” I pressed in as hard and as far as I could and held. His channel clenched around my cock as he came and sent me spiraling over the edge.
My sleepy boy yawned, and I quickly cleaned us up, then took him in my arms. “Sweet dreams, my love.”
“Night, Daddy. Love you.” The words barely came before he fell asleep, and I wasn’t far behind him.
The next morning, we woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Made having staff here for the weekend more than worth the intrusion.
“Morning, Daddy.”
“Good morning, husband of mine.”
After breakfast, the boys were off and running, exploring the island. Raj showed them where the sea turtles laid their eggs and where the buried treasure was. My boy had taken to hiding things to find later and it appeared his friends enjoyed that game just as much as he did.
Our weekend reception couldn’t have gone better.
At first, when Raj suggested it, all I could think about was having him alone to myself, which was selfish.
But he wanted our friends, who’d traveled far for the wedding, to spend the time on the island with us.
With more than enough spare rooms to accommodate them, there was no reason for me to deny him, and in the end, I was glad I’d agreed.
It was nice, having friends over, though it was hard to sneak magic in subtly for the things we’d need last minute.
Such as food service. And cleaning. And numerous other things I’d not thought of.
Those were just a few of the many challenges I’d pulled off over the weekend, when heads were turned. In order to keep questions to a minimum around food, servants’ quarters had been created prior to our guests’ arrivals. since I'd had to hire hired help for the weekend.
The boys played to their hearts content.
Saturday, we enjoyed an afternoon out on the yacht.
After dinner, we sat around the firepit on the beach while the boys made s’mores.
Well, the Daddies made s'mores and the boys inhaled them and then were subsequently bathed shortly after.
Sugar-filled boys were not easy to wash but as soon as that high wore off, they crashed hard.
Sunday morning, Kensington and Nico went fishing, while the rest of us slept in. Early risers, we were not.
Sunday afternoon, when it was time for them to leave, the boys huddled up, hugging and crying.
Little did they know their Daddies and I were already planning for them to visit again, only next time I’d have the playground ready for them.
While my boy wasn’t a little, the other three were, though I did have to admit to seeing a different side to Raj while they were here.
He built sandcastles and colored in their coloring books with them.
It was so much fun to watch. Perhaps that was a lifestyle I should research more of.
It was quite possible my boy had a little or a middle side, or at least he might be curious about it.
“Daddy.” My sweet boy slid his arms around my waist as I pulled him against me. We stood alongside the runway and watched their plane take off, waving until the plane was out of sight. “Can we do this again sometime?”
“You want to get married again?” I knew what he was asking but couldn’t resist the urge to tease.
“No, silly Daddy. Have our friends over. This was so much fun.” Raj danced around, barely containing his excitement.
Yes, we definitely had new aspects to explore and together we would.
I’d never force Raj into anything he wasn’t interested in.
If after we looked into a Daddy-little relationship, he found he was interested in it, we’d move forward with that at his pace.
If not, well, that was fine with me, too. As long as Raj was happy, so was I.
“Anything for you, my love.”
With a quick kiss he wandered off, dancing toward the house as I followed behind him.
You always hear people say they’d follow their loved ones to the end of the earth, yet I was the lucky one who actually got to live that for real. So many wonderful things lie ahead for my boy and I and I couldn’t wait to explore each new adventure with him.