Page 110 of Give Me What You Will

Frankie smirked, yanking open the bedstand and revealing another black box. “That one’s for me. We now have matching best boyfriend bracelets.”

Sam let out a weak, happy laugh, letting Frankie wipe the tears from his cheeks, then smiled up at him and held him close.

“Boyfriend.” He repeated the word, shock being washed away by the love in his heart.

“A boyfriend who loves you.”

Filled with pure fucking joy, Sam kissed his boyfriend hard and thoroughly, feeling the sudden renewed vigor in Frankie’s cock.

“Say it again,” Sam heard himself demand, thrusting up and down on his boyfriend’s massive dick and getting his softened cock hard again, which wasn’t difficult.

“I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

Oh God. Thank you.

He wanted to weep. Shout. Fist pump in the air like he had just won the gold medal. Except he had won something far more valuable.

Frankie groaned, hands fisting over the curve of his hips, slamming him down onto his cock, ruining him.

“I love you,” Frankie whispered against his chest, sucking in his nipple. “Fuck me, I love your fuckin’ titties.”

Another laughing cry burst from his lips, followed by a gasp as Frankie wrapped a strong, calloused hand over his unattended cock, pumping him.

“I love the way you cum for me. I love the way you boss me around in bed. Fuuuck, it gets me so damned hard when you call me your good boy,” Frankie confessed. “You’ve ruined me in the sweetest fuckin’ way, baby. Now fuckin’ cum on me. Make a mess on your good boy.”

He shuddered, dick spasming.

Sam couldn’t hold back, not with Frankie talking to him like this, not with love and joy filtering through his veins like a drug. Legs trembling, balls tightening, he was already close to an orgasm that would surely annihilate him.

“That’s it,” Frankie murmured, his strong fist pumping him. “Christ, look at you.”

He shuddered.

Love, blinding and powerful, swept over him, and he unloaded pulsating ribbons of cum between them, smearing Frankie’s stomach and his. Frankie groaned at the sight, mouth opened, eyes black with need, rutting wildly into him. Sam slipped his fingers into his hot cum, smearing it over Frankie’s plump lips. His tongue instantly darted out, greedily sucking his slick fingertips into his mouth.

“My boyfriend is such a cum slut,” he cooed as Frankie growled, then groaned, climaxing inside him.

He shivered at the sensation of being filled. He loved it. He loved him.

Frankie jerked against him before dropping back into the pillow, gasping for breath. Sam slid off and reached for the black velvet box, opening it to reveal an identical bracelet to the one on his wrist. Frankie watched him with a hooded gaze as he put the bracelet on him.

“Looks good on you,” Sam murmured, mimicking what Frankie had said about his.

He smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You look good on me, too.”

Sam blushed, sinking into him, delusionally happy.

His eyes caught sight of Nona’s bed in the corner of the room and his chest warmed. “We should get another dog.”

“We?” Frankie hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

He nuzzled his face into him. “Too soon?”

“For us or the dog?”