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“Luke…” Minty’s chest was flushed, and his cock leaked freely between us. He wrapped his legs around my waist, dragging me deeper. “I want that too.”
“You’ll say yes? You’ll wear my ring?”
“Yes.”
I placed the silver band on the third finger of his left hand, and then slid the yellow gold onto mine. As I tossed the empty box aside, Minty looked down at where we were joined.
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you notice? You’re making love to me, and I’m letting you.”
My throat grew tight as the realization hit. I was absolutely making love to Minty and there was no artifice or story between us to make it safe for him. It was just me and him together. My cock in his ass, our love flowing between us.
“I love you,” I whispered, rolling my hips into a fluid, sweet fuck.
A smile creased the corner of his eyes as he whispered it back, and added, “I love myself too. You help me do that. You show me how to love even the worst parts of me.”
“Every part of you is good.”
We kissed and fucked, and the sweetness stretched on and on. I focused only on him, enjoying his every shudder of pleasure. I whispered my adoration as we moved, and he didn’t pull back or flinch at any of my declarations. When his balls drew up, right on the edge of coming, Minty gazed up at me, smiled and whispered, “I love you.”
Convulsions gripped him and he shot a wet, sticky load between us. I drove in with a hard thrust, held and jerked, crying out as I came. He clung to my back, kissing my throat as I quivered and jerked.
Afterward, I collapsed on him, panting. “Baby, I love you so much.”
“I know.” Minty was boneless beneath me, letting me smash him into the mattress with my weight. “You married me twice this month. You love me a lot.”
I shifted over, so he could breathe, but kept my dick buried in him since I was still hard. “Twice?”
“Beneath the tree at your mom’s, when you promised you’d take care of me if…” He didn’t go on. We both knew what he was talking about, and that reminder was enough for me to lose my erection. I slid out of him but used my fingers to plug his needy hole. He signed happily, and went on, “And now here in our special room with this beautiful ring.” He held up his hand so that the ring glinted. “Given everything bad that’s happened this year, I know this sounds silly, but right now, I feel really lucky.”
He touched the necklace glittering on his throat. “I’ve got a newfamily and a husband who loves me. All mine for as long as I live.”
“We’ve both been lucky.” Despite all the pain, it felt undeniably true. We’d found each other against all odds. I kissed him sweetly. “And, hey, we got something else too. We made love as Minty and Luke, without a single Your Majesty, or even a nip or a pinch or a bite.”
Minty preened like he’d just won a trophy.
“How do you feel about that?”
“Happy,” he said, wonder in his voice. “I feel really, truly happy.”
I kissed him again. “Me too.”
“I’ve earned it,” he whispered. “Ideserveit.”
“You deserve the world.”
“I do.”
His sweet smile gave me butterflies.
Butterflies and hope.
Post Script
In January 1992, Betsy and Rodney got married in a big ceremony at Riverwoods. Family, friends, and residents were in attendance. The cake was a three-tiered orange Creamsicle-flavored monstrosity that Minty ate three pieces of, and he was nearly sick in the car on the drive home.
