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Harwin felt nervous. It was silly, really, that he should feel so worked up tonight, but he kept having to take deep breaths to calm himself down as he paced around the house.
The ring had finally arrived, a custom knotwork piece forged from tungsten carbide and inlaid with three purple sapphires, a peridot, and two blue sapphires. He pulled it out, looking at it one last time before Daemon got home, and took a deep breath.
Daemon had been delayed leaving work, and Harwin worried dinner would be ruined, so he studiously attended to it, ensuring it was kept warm but didn't scorch. Daemon was a much better cook, but Harwin wanted to make tonight memorable and do everything he could to make the occasion special.
When the front door creaked slightly, nervous energy lit his body up, as well as a sudden urge to go get the WD-40, but he could suppress that instinct until tomorrow.
Waiting just inside the door to the foyer, he watched Daemon hang his bag and jacket up, then slip off his wingtips. The light gray suit he wore with the white linen undershirt flattered his body extremely well, making Harwin catch his breath.
“What are you doing creeping over there, Winnie? Come kiss me.” Daemon said, setting Harwin's heart fluttering as he obliged, pulling his lover to him and briefly looking into his mismatched eyes- one bright violet and one brilliant green- and caressing his cheeks before their mouths met with an incandescent passion that flooded his body, going straight to his cock, and he pressed it into Daemon’s thigh to let him know how much he wanted him.
Growling, Daemon walked him over to the wall, shoving him against it, taking his hands and pinning them over his head. Harwin moaned, pressing forward. Daemon was stronger than he looked, and Harwin had to admit he enjoyed the forcefulness with which his lover sometimes handled him.
“Mmmm,” Daemon rumbled, making Harwin's knees feel weak.
“Dinner is ready.” He gasped out. As much as he wanted him this instant, he had something important to accomplish first.
Daemon sighed, releasing his hands and quirkiing his nearly irresistible lips up at the corner.
“This must be important if you don't want to fuck me first,” he teased, looking into his eyes. Harwin nodded, his nerves returning full force once more, then pulled out a chair for him. Daemon smirked in mocking at his courtly manners, but Harwin just grinned at him.
They ate and talked about their days. As the meal went on, Daemon began to become more and more curious what Harwin was up to. When they were done and Daemon moved to clear their plates, his lover stopped him.
“Wait a moment, okay?” He took a a deep breath. “Dae...It’s been a unique journey, you and I. When this all started I had no idea how attracted I would be to you, how much I would want you all the fucking time. More than that, though, I could never have dreamed of the warmth you fill my heart with, how you make my soul sing. I love you, madly, forever...”
He dropped to one knee, and looked up into Daemon's shimmering eyes, taking the ring out and offering it to him gripped between his fingertips. “Will you marry me, Daemon?”
Daemon's breath caught as he felt his lips tug into a smile and tears prick at the corners of his eyes as fondness and soul-deep warmth filled him. Of course it was only symbolic, they couldn't legally be married, but he was extremely touched and nevertheless filled with love and affection for the intention, the promise. He looked deep into Harwin's twinkling blue eyes, and nodded.
“Yes. Of course yes. I love you so much, Winnie.” He let his lover slide the beautiful creation onto his left ring finger, then got down off his chair to tackle him onto the floor, his mouth sealing over his in a searing kiss as he pushed him down. Harwin's fingers wove into his long hair and pulled their mouths together even harder, panting. Their bodies writhed together, cocks rubbing up against each through their clothes, making them both moan, and Harwin wrapped his thighs around Daemon's hips, gasping as he pulled away for air from their kiss.
“Fuck me, please? I need you inside of me.”
Daemon raised his eyebrows in response, his wicked expression turning Harwin on even more.
“Mmmm, usually it's me begging to be filled, but you asked so nicely, and you look so lovely tonight, perhaps I can grant your request....”
Harwin bucked his hips under Daemon, desperate for him, his eyes shining up into his.
“I love you,” he whispered breathlessly. Daemon smirked down at him.
“And you tease me about getting sentimental when I'm about to have my ass pounded,” he kissed the tip of his lover's nose. “I love you, too. Let's go to bed, I'm getting too old for floor sex.”
He got up, then helped Harwin up, too, and towed him to the bedroom. They slowly undressed, savoring each other with a thoroughness they generally didn't take time for. Lips and fingertips grazed across soft, sensitive skin, fingers wound into long hair, caressing and tugging. They whimpered into each other's mouths as Daemon pulled Harwin into bed, kissing him the whole time. He ran his hands across Harwin's broad chest, the dark curls covering his pecs so soft between his fingers, then wrapped his arms around him for a few minutes, just breathing in his heady scent before descending to cup his sack, nosing at his cock.
“Daemon,” Harwin moaned as he felt his lover's hot breath, then his tongue, licking a long line up the underside of his shaft before taking the head into his mouth. He teased it, flicking the tip around the circumference.
Sliding his hands into Daemon’s silky hair, Harwin let out a low, drawn-out hum of pleasure that was a rush of oxygen to the fire of Daemon's lust. He moaned into his cock as he took it down his throat, savoring the way it took up the entire space, choking him and cutting off his air. He swallowed around it, forcing it deeper until his nose nuzzled into the soft, dark curls framing the base. His own cock stiffened as his lungs burned from the lack of air and he dug his fingers into Harwin's thighs with one hand, then gently stroked his sack with the other.
He let himself breathe, going back to attending to the head of his lover's...his husband's cock with his tongue. Gods...he loved this man more than he ever would have thought possible. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the lube and warmed it in his fingers before circling the tight ring between Harwin's muscular ass cheeks with his fingertips as he continued sucking him off. Fuck, he enjoyed this, making Harwin whimper and writhe under his attentions. He slipped a finger past his rim and was rewarded with a groan of satisfaction as he curled it to rub into his prostate.
Harwin felt like he was floating as Daemon slowly worked his hole open and rubbed inside of him as he licked and sucked and deep throated him. He felt him add a second, then a third long finger, rotating them and opening him up as he whimpered and panted and cried out his name. Finally, Daemon let his cock pop out of his mouth and gently withdrew his fingers.
“How do you want me to take you?” Daemon asked. Harwin looked up into his twinkling eyes, lost for a moment before responding,
“Just like this, I want to look at you. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen.”
That hit Daemon harder than he would have expected, and he felt his eyes go misty, his chest aching and throat burning with emotion. He added more lube between Harwin's cheeks and to his own cock, then pressed the head against his eager hole, gently nudging it back open before slowly pushing his way inside. Harwin's fingers sunk into his biceps as he moaned. Daemon's cock felt enormous inside him, stretching his rim to the limit and filling him so deeply, and yet he wasn't all the way in yet. Fuck, he'd forgotten how this felt.
“Oh my gods, it's been far too long since we did this, Winnie,” Daemon groaned.
Harwin whimpered, panting out,
“Fuck, not as long as your cock, how deep are you?? It's too much, Dae, please, go slower...”
“You can take it,” said Daemon, his eyes absolutely glimmering down at Harwin, “I need to be all the way deep inside of you, just a little bit more...” Harwin's fingers dug bruisingly hard into Daemon’s biceps as his hipbones finally rested against the backs of his thighs, and he felt completely stuffed full. Daemon pressed his hand down on top of his cock inside Harwin's lower belly, making him cry out and thrash under him as Daemon held tightly to his thigh, then his hips moved in a vicious little thrust. Oh GODS. Harwin felt stretched and stuffed and swollen and fucking turned on as hells. He didn't know how he could take any more but he wanted to.
“Slow, please, fuck, you're so big, seven hells!” Daemon grinned at him, not slowing down .
“Trust me, Winnie, you can take it...”
Daemon grabbed his wrists, pinning him.
“No, Dae, please, oh gods, FUCK.” His cock rammed into him again and Harwin clamped his thighs around his hips, trying to lessen the intensity. Daemon let one of his wrists go and pressed down on his abdomen over the swell of his cock again, making Harwin feel like he was going to explode from overstimulation.
“Try to relax,” Daemon soothed. His hand went to Harwin's cheeks, pulling his gaze to his own. “Just stay here in my eyes.”
Harwin took a few deep breaths, and Daemon started thrusting into him with long strokes, punctuated with a hard jerk at the end of each one as their bodies crashed into each other. Harwin let his fingers wander to stroke Daemon's nipples, his belly as he felt his hand put pressure on his abdomen again, and he tried to focus on Daemon's eyes as he moaned uncontrollably. Pleasure and pressure were building and pulsing through his body, so intense part of him wanted to curl away from it, but he needed it too much.
Daemon bit his lower lip, then began stroking Harwin's cock with his other hand. He wasn't quite as practiced as Harwin at hitting a man's prostate with his cock, but from the way his husband was keening and writhing, he thought he must be doing a fairly good job of it. He felt himself approaching his own peak already- the noises, the feeling of his cock under his palm through the wall of Harwin's abdomen, it was all too much. He took deep, slow breaths to try and hold off as he furiously jerked Harwin off with his very practiced left hand. As soon as he felt the base begin to pulse and swell, he let himself release.
Both of them were slammed with extremely strong climaxes, Harwin's fountaining up in thick, creamy, continuous ropes through the air, Daemon's pulsing deep into Harwin's ass over and over.
Trembling and panting, Daemon went to brace his hands on Harwin's strong shoulders, but he pulled him down against his chest instead, his face nuzzled into his throat. Daemon sighed, letting Harwin hold him tenderly as he twitched from the involuntary clenches of his abused hole around his softening cock.
“I love you,” Harwin said, “I'll always love you, Daemon.”
Daemon regarded the intricate, beautiful, extremely thoughtful ring Harwin had given him, gods it was perfect. He felt his eyes get misty again as he snuggled harder into him.
“This really means a lot to me, Winnie,” he murmured, barely above a whisper, and Harwin squeezed him tightly, then kissed his forehead. He pulled out of Harwin's bottom and looked into his eyes. “Shower?”
“That sounds wonderful, husband.”
Daemon grinned.
“I love how that sounds. I'm so happy you asked."
Harwin stroked his hair fondly, sighing contentedly.
"And I'm happy you said yes."