Colton smiled. “Well, it would mean I could drop or maybe reschedule my very early clients. I wouldn’t want to stop doing it totally. Might take me a little while to transfer them over to another trainer. And I’d still probably be getting up at five thirty.”

  “Deal.” He squeezed Colton’s ass. “That’s way better than four thirty.” He ground against his boy, who was now hard. “So what else did you have in mind for tonight?”

  “A certified-peanut-free roast in the oven, but we have a little time first, and I sort of planned something.” He smiled.

  “We do and you did, hmm?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Rom could easily imagine. Their planned play day for Saturday night and Sunday had been derailed, and it’d been over a week before then since they’d played. Colton loved to have at least one really good, hard play scene every week or he started getting tense.

  Rom knew he was spoiling his boy, but he was totally worth it. Wasn’t like he didn’t have fun beating him.

  Colton led him by the hand to the bedroom, where he’d turned down the lights and put LED tea lights in a couple of the custom vases now sitting on his dresser. The soft light flickered and illuminated the space.

  It was perfect.

  He’d also laid out several of Rom’s favorite implements on the bed.

  And his cuffs and collar.

  At the foot of the bed, he sank to his knees, holding up the cuffs and collar for him. As Rom caught sight of the ring now resting on his left hand, he paused, had to blink away tears.

  Before taking the cuffs and collar from Colton, he leaned in and kissed him, hard, holding his head in place as he slanted his lips over Colton’s and possessed him. “I need to get you a ring.”

  He smirked. “I might have picked up two, Sir.”

  “Where?”

  He didn’t need to clarify. “Left nightstand drawer.”

  Rom set the cuffs and collar on the bed and walked over and, sure enough, there was a small, black velvet jeweler’s box, which held a gold band matching his.

  Withdrawing it from the box, Rom left the box there and returned to Colton, where he knelt in front of him, their gazes locked together.

  He took Colton’s left hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissed his palm. “My sweet, perfect boy,” he said. “If I promise to never leave anything else unsaid, will you belong to me for life? Will you become my husband and be my slave and spend the rest of our lives together putting up with me?”

  Colton was definitely blinking away tears. “Yes, Sir. That’s what I want.”

  Rom slid the ring onto Colton’s hand. “Forever, boy.”

  “Forever, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Colton was reasonably certain his Grammy watched him spend a little from his savings that morning to buy the rings and was doing her own version of a touchdown celebration.

  She’d always wanted him to be happy.

  Rom made him happy.

  Really, truly, perfectly happy.

  Rom stayed on his knees and reached past Colton for the cuffs and collar, buckling them on him. “Up over the end of the bed.”

  His heart soared, eager and ready as he assumed the position. He craved the feeling of Rom fucking his ass right after a hard scene.

  Rom stood and stroked his hands down Colton’s back, shoulders to ass. “Hold on, baby.” He heard his Sir stripping, then he returned. Warm flesh pressed against his and Rom folded himself over Colton’s back. “Did you want to fuck Sir’s ass tonight?”

  He found he preferred it if Rom rode him during those times Rom felt like catching. It just didn’t feel right to Colton, direct order or not, to be over his Sir and fucking him. He’d never felt like that before with anyone else, and he didn’t feel that way about oral, either.

  “Sir’s choice,” he said.

  “Excellent.” Rom reached for an implement and stepped away from Colton, and then the fun really started. Rom gave him no warm-up tonight, which Colton was fine with.

  He preferred it sometimes when it was a hard, immediate drop into subspace with the first loud crack of a paddle against his flesh, like tonight. Rom had gone right for a heavy oak paddle that was loud and packed a massive wallop.

  As fire settled into his flesh with prickling, sharp agony, Colton gasped, smiling, welcoming it. All of it. He blew out a breath and sucked another in, timing it to blow it out as the second impact landed, just as hard as the first.

  In seconds, both ass cheeks were stinging, tears in his eyes now from the sweet pain kick-starting his endorphins and other lovely brain chemicals. Even a hard workout never gave him this level of delicious agony.

  Rom switched to a riding crop after a few minutes, and then a cane, ending with a really stingy flogger that he worked up and down Colton’s shoulders and back. It’d mean Colton would have to wear a full T-shirt tomorrow, instead of a tank top, so he could hide those marks but totally worth it.

  Finally, Rom set that aside and folded his body over Colton’s again. “Up on the bed, boy. On your back. Sir wants to reward his perfect boy.”

  Colton scrambled up and flipped over to spot Rom’s playful smile. He’d taken off his glasses, too, and the wicked gleam in his eyes burned right through Colton’s soul and directly to his cock, making it eagerly twitch.

  Rom knelt over him and grabbed the lube, slicking both his hole and Colton’s cock. Then he wiped his hands on the towel Colton had pre-staged and rose up, slowly sinking onto Colton’s cock.

  Colton whined, his hands settling on Rom’s hips as he slowly worked Colton’s cock into his ass. They didn’t fuck bare very often, but when they did, it was always hotter than hell, a special treat.

  Against the bed Colton felt his tenderized ass rubbing, and it was nearly as good as feeling Rom fuck him fresh after a beating.

  “Want my boy to mark me, too,” Rom said once his ass was firmly pressed against Colton’s hips. “In a manner of speaking.” He leaned forward and kissed him. “My sweet, beautiful boy. My perfect boy. I love you so fucking much. I’ll never not tell you again.”

  Colton’s heart soared. “I love You, too, Sir.”

  Rom caged Colton with his body as he started moving. “Don’t need permission to come tonight, boy. Mark your Sir.”

  Colton’s fingers tightened around Rom’s hips as he thrust in time with Rom. Bare, tight, searing heat gripped and massaged his cock as he fucked Rom, a beautiful counterpoint to the pain in his ass with every movement he made.

  Bracing his feet on the bed, he started arching up, taking over, slamming hard and deep into Rom with every thrust and unable to take his gaze off Rom’s.

  His life. Rom was his life, his happiness. He’d never feel content now if Rom wasn’t there beside him. He’d had contentment before Rom, but he’d also had loneliness and empty nights.

  On his knees, or ass in the air, or snuggled on the couch, or even on his back and being ridden by him, Colton knew happiness now centered around Rom and their love.

  And it was perfection.

  Rom sat up and started stroking his own cock, which stood rigid and leaking pre-cum all over both of them. Something else Colton had realized, that he had a hard time coming like this if Rom wasn’t coming.

  That such a sweet convergence of firsts all centered around Rom couldn’t be mere coincidence or anything other than perfection.

  Staring up into Rom’s hooded gaze, Colton held back, wanting to come with him even as his body lunged closer to the edge. And when Colton felt the first spasms sweeping through Rom’s ass, he grabbed the man’s hips and plowed him, racing to catch up.

  As the first ropes of cum exploded from Rom’s cock, Colton was coming with him, both of them groaning with sweet satisfaction, until they finally fell still to catch their breaths.

  Rom playfully smiled and started smearing his cum all over Colton’s lower abs. He’d noticed Rom loved licking and kissing and tracing his fingers all over his Adonis belt.

  Then Rom drew something with his finger in the smeared mess. Colton lifted his head to read it.

  I LOVE YOU

  Colton pulled him in for a kiss, his soul settled and sated and filled near to bursting with his love for this man. Not a hint of the old numbness he used to feel remained anywhere inside him.

  “I love You, too, Sir.” In times like this, in his mind, he always capitalized “You” for Rom.

  One eyebrow playfully arched skyward. “Won’t get sick of me?”

  Colton shook his head. “You’re stuck with me, Sir.”

  “Excellent.” He sighed. “Ready for a shower and a full tummy, I think.”

  “Then round two?” Colton waggled his eyebrows at Rom. “I forgot to mention my early client already cancelled on me. I don’t have to get up until five thirty tomorrow.”

  Rom grinned. “Then you might even get a round three, if you’re lucky.”

  “Oooh, you’re spoiling me already.”

  Rom nuzzled noses with him. “Shh. Don’t tell anyone I’m spoiling you. They might revoke my Dom card.”

  “Your secrets are always safe with me, Sir.”

  Rom closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For the first time since meeting him, Colton sensed Rom felt well and truly at peace.

  He laid his head on Colton’s chest. “Short snuggle,” Rom softly said.

  Colton wrapped his arms around Rom. “I got you, Sir. Forever.”

  He pretended he didn’t hear Rom’s sniffle. “Forever, boy.”

  THE END

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