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Hunter sets his suitcase down in front of the house's entrance with a heavy sigh. He never was the type to enjoy traveling, but that business trip was particularly rough. After rummaging around in his pocket for the key, he belatedly realizes that Cove never keeps the door locked anyways. He awkwardly puts the key away, and with a creak, the door swings open to the comfort of home. Hunter feels the chill of the A/C hit his face as he steps over the threshold, and he calls out for his spouse. “Cove?”
The living room and connecting hallway is devoid of, well, living presence, save for Cove's fish in the aquarium. Hunter considers calling his name again, until loud thumps sound from the distance. By the time that he recognizes them as footsteps, a flash of tan and seafoam green collides against his muscled chest. At the same time, his husband's strong limbs firmly wrap around his upper body.
“Hunter!” Cove chirps, unfazed by the fact that he is hanging off the other like an oversized koala. Hunter drops his suitcase again and accommodates to the new weight, securing his hold from underneath Cove's thighs. Cove just smiles brightly at him, elated to be reunited.
“What a handful,” Hunter chides with a shake of his head, but the amusement is clear in his tone. While Cove nuzzles into the crook of his neck, he shuts the door with a sweep of his foot and sets off for the couch. Cove is slightly damp, he also notices. From the soapy smell coming off him, Hunter can only assume that Cove had tugged his clothes on in a hurry to greet him. How sweet.
Cove acts like their bodies have been surgically glued together as Hunter settles them on the cushions, by the way that he remains in his husband's lap and refuses to pull away. Four minutes pass just like that, and then he groans the whole time while Hunter slowly disentangles himself from the knot Cove has tied them into.
Once Hunter is standing, Cove flops dead on his back with a look of defeat. As a last-ditch effort, he stretches his arms out with wide eyes and a trembling bottom lip. Hunter's own lip twitches - he gives in, bending down to give Cove a parting embrace. “I don't know how you become a bigger baby the older you get.”
Cove snickers in good humor. “Mm, and who's fault is that?”
Caught in his hypocrisy, Hunter silently pleads the fifth. Once he makes his payment in the form of kisses, Cove lets him free to raid the fridge. If anything, a shadow of guilt had crossed his face once he'd realized that Hunter's stomach was growling. Cove was about to jump to his feet and make him something, but Hunter had assured him that it was fine.
Hunter barely returns to the living room before Cove starts getting antsy. As he's watching from the corner of his eye, Cove's thighs squirm together with nervous– or needy– energy. Occasionally, he catches Cove glancing over and hoping to make eye contact. He feels a bit mean for indirectly teasing him, but his spouse can just be too cute.
At last, Cove gives a shy tug for attention by pulling the hem of Hunter's shorts. He turns his head, and Cove's face is already dusted pink; there's a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, then closes it in a wobbly frown. Despite their level of intimacy, Cove always had some trouble with initiating.
Hunter chuckles and brings Cove closer, resting his hand on the other’s lower back. “Yeah?”
“You–” Cove radiates both pitifulness and arousal. He makes an expression like a bullied puppy. “You're doing this on purpose.”
“Yup.”
“I can't believe you,” Cove pouts. To his chagrin, he can't resist the peals of laughter when Hunter kisses him better. He winds his arms around Hunter's shoulders, TV show forgotten as they sloppily make out in front of the blue light. Tittering, he kicks his feet while Hunter swoops him up and princess-carries Cove into the bedroom. They forget to turn the TV off too.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cove looks at his husband with thrumming excitement. Hunter slots their lips back together, and Cove softly moans from their tongues linking. He whimpers with disappointment since Hunter pulls away, which soon fades into pleasured mumbling as Hunter leaves gentle kisses and hickeys down his throat. Their clothes are discarded, tossed somewhere unimportant.
Hunter's mouth moves from Cove's clavicle to his chest. Cove lets out a wanton noise as his nipples are sucked and toyed with, his hands rubbing the scarred expanse of Hunter's back.
“Mm… yeah, like that…”
Cove seems expectant as Hunter sinks to his knees, then mildly confused as his dick goes ignored. Before he can playfully ask what the plan is, Hunter pushes him flat on the bed and lifts both his ankles up in the air with one hand.
“Ah?!”
Cove makes a scandalized squawk as he feels Hunter's tongue flatten against his hole. It's both hilarious and arousing, how his sun-kissed skin immediately flushes rouge to his shoulders. “Hunter! That's–!”
“You just showered,” is the only explanation that Hunter offers before diving right in. Cove squeaks adorably from Hunter spreading the cheeks further apart, his knees knocking together with each pass over his wet rim. Hunter dips his tongue the slightest bit inside, earning him a trembling moan from the other.
“ O– Oh god , Hunter…” Cove's gaze is hot enough to melt. He bites at his lip, which isn't enough to contain the noises and mewls tumbling out of his mouth. He tangles his fingers into his husband's shaggy strands, subconsciously shifting his hips to get a better angle of the pressure on his sensitive hole. “Ah, mmm, fuck…!”
Hunter watches from below as Cove's cock throbs in a dry orgasm, which is even better signified by the tightening at his scalp and Cove's ragged cry. The saliva from his tongue trails down the curve of Cove's ass, where it meets the bedsheets. He comes up for air, and Cove's still catching his own breath.
“Was it good? You okay?”
Cove covers his face, all the post-nut shame returning to him like a freight train. “Oh my god, I can't believe that you just… did that…”
Hunter raises a brow. “Why?” Leaning in, he murmurs next to Cove's burning ear, “You were moaning like a bitch in heat during it all.”
Cove's cock pulses in further interest, still leaking precum, as another shiver goes through his body. He peeks from the gap between his fingers. “It wasn't… um, gross or anything?”
“No, it just tasted like skin.”
Finally reassured, he breathes a sigh of relief.
“Did you like it?”
Hunter wonders if it's even possible for Cove to blush any darker. The response comes in a shy stammer, “I liked it…”
Precious. Hunter quickly rinses his mouth out so they can kiss again, then gets back to it. It's not like he gives a shit, clearly, but Cove can be particular about these things. Cove lets out a sugary giggle as Hunter pecks his nose, cheek, and lastly his mouth. While their lips meld together once more, Hunter squeezes some lube onto his fingers. He's a good multitasker, thankfully.
Cove whimpers reedily from Hunter's fingertips warming up his rim. The first thing that occurs to Hunter is that Cove's hole is unusually pliant. Despite the oral session, that wouldn't normally be enough to have Cove's entrance accepting the digits so readily.
Hunter blinks. “Did you finger yourself before I came home?”
As expected, Cove yelps. “Hunter!” His indignation quickly melts into pleasure, his prostate being rubbed with upped intensity. “I– I just…! Oh, fuck… ”
“Did you do it thinking about me?”
Cove forgets to breathe for a second. His lashes droop with lust. “Yes…”
Damn.
As much as Hunter would like to keep teasing Cove, he's at his own limit. He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and hastily rolls the rubber on. Still, being mindful of the initial tautness, he carefully pops the head of his cock past Cove's rim. Cove holds on tightly and cries out from the girthiest part of Hunter's shaft paving its way inside, a shudder zapping from head to toe. The moan that he makes is almost whorish.
Hunter pulls to the tip, then sinks it all in with one fell thrust - Cove claps a hand over his mouth, his cock spurting white up his abdomen.
Oh. Hunter stares owlishly, meanwhile Cove's trying to unroll his eyes from the back of his head. Experimentally, Hunter gives a shallow thrust, and Cove's eyelids fall shut.
“Cove.” Hunter interlocks his fingers with the other’s free hand. “Color?”
“G… Green,” Cove sobs. Hunter is tempted to check again, worried about his tearfulness, but decides to trust his judgment.
Guiding Cove onto his dick by using the other’s waist as leverage, he moves with slow and smooth in-and-out motions. Due to his size, he can't really avoid hitting Cove's prostate, who quivers in delirium everytime he does so.
“Faster,” Cove snivels, “Harder, give it to me hard …” he flexes the hand that's clasped with Hunter's. “B… Break me…”
Hunter feels his arms prickle with goosebumps. He gulps. “...You sure?”
Cove brings his face over, and kisses him for the nth time. Compared to the current circumstances, he appears oddly serene. “I'd love nothing more.”
Naturally, Hunter has to give Cove anything that he wants, as he's done since the day they'd met. Cove moans the loudest he's ever heard as Hunter fulfills the requests. He thrusts faster and harder into Cove's willing hole, grunting from exertion while he puts his years of workouts into use.
Cove touches his hair, his back, the scar across Hunter's bicep, anything within reach as he's taken apart. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, AH–!” His stifled whining turns into stilted, staccato groans, brows furrowing in bliss.
Hunter bites down on his neck, eliciting a wail from his husband. He laps over the red marks and tightens his left grip around Cove's waist. With sweat dripping down his chin, his deep voice rumbles through Cove's increasingly emptying mind. “Who do you belong to?”
Cove's heated expression morphs into an euphoric, nearly ditzy grin. He looks so happy. There isn't a single ounce of reason or inhibition remaining in his ocean eyes, just pure and unadulterated glee. “I'm yours! Ah! I'll– oh, only ever be yours…!”
Enveloping Cove into a crushing embrace, Hunter ruts his hips deeper into the sopping warmth of Cove's insides. “I love you. I love you. You're mine.” He repeats the words like a broken record, a mantra, hissing between his teeth as the clench around his cock drastically tightens. Cove's back arches off the bed, and his fingers holding onto Hunter's squeezes like a vice. His body pulls taut with a soundless scream, then goes boneless as if he's a puppet cut loose. His hole milks Hunter for all he's worth, urging him to cum inside.
Hunter retains enough strength to hold himself up and avoid squishing Cove. They're both completely spent. Panting, Cove's distant gaze regains focus back to Hunter's face.
Cove cups Hunter's jaw. “I love you too,” he says, and the tremor in his declaration is somehow incredibly tender and grave - simultaneously. Like his feelings carry the weight of the world. In the lowlight, it registers to Hunter that Cove is crying.
Laying next to him, Hunter wordlessly offers the comfort that Cove needs. He pets Cove's head as the other sniffles in his arms. A few moments pass, and Cove looks up at him again with a brilliant smile.
“You're the only one for me, Cove.”
Cove's wavy eyebrows dip affectionately. “Me too.”