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I drew back and snapped my hips forward, plunging into him. It jostled us both. Noah grunted as I came at him again, filling him far up into his gut. My cock was aching for more friction. I pounded into him, shaking the entire bed. Noah groaned and grunted along with me.

Pounding turned to thrashing. Noah liked to be fucked hard. Our bodies collided with slapping sounds that filled the room. Noah released his legs and placed them on my shoulders and took his cock in hand. He pumped hard until he came all over his chest. I felt compelled to claim some of the salty pungent mess. I wiped the fingers of my good hand through it and brought them to my mouth, sucking hard on them as I grunted and made Noah mine by filling him with my cum.

He liked when I kept fucking him until I was soft, then letting my cum drool out of him, running along the crease of his ass. Once I pulled out, I sank my fingers into his gaping hole and tapped on his prostate until he couldn't stop himself from hardening again.

His cock tight with me balanced against the bed, I awkwardly took his dick into my mouth and sucked him off hard, swallowing his gift to me. Taking his cum into where it belonged.

No other man would ever taste him again. He was mine to keep now. He hauled me down for a kiss, tasting himself on me.

When he pulled away, he looked up into my eyes as he held my face.

"I'm yours, forever, Brody. You'll never get rid of me now."

"I don't want to get rid of you, sweetness. I love you too much."

"Mm." Noah stroked my jawline. "I love you too."

Back to reality. "Bentley needs to go out."

Noah nudged me aside. "On it. Doggy bathroom patrol ready for service. I'll take him for a short walk. I expect you to be recovered so I can ride you. I want buckets of your cum inside me."

My cock perked up, swelling. I'd be ready for him. Noah's sexual appetite matched mine. Everything about him worked in tandem with me. We were as entwined as the knots of a Cowichan sweater. We were stronger together. More resilient. He was my partner for life.

"I don't want to be boyfriends anymore," I said.

Noah's eyebrows rose. "You're breaking up with me?" It wasn't a serious question. Noah knew I would never abandon him.

"I want to call you my partner."

Noah grinned at me. "I like that. It fits with what we are to each other. Especially now that we're living together. I'm going to be so proud to introduce you to people that way."

"Me too."

"God, I love you." He kissed me and then stepped away. "Okay. Dog duty. Then I'll make sure everyone is settled for the night."

"I'll get myself into bed and slick up my cock for you." I had every intention of fucking Noah tonight until I ran dry. Then we'd fall asleep in each other's arms.

My life had gone from lonely to pure bliss.

It was sad driving up to Mom's house. This would be the last Christmas we'd spend there together as a family. Charlie had been assured Mom would only be on a waiting list for a couple of months because her risk level of living independently was considered intolerable.

We were welcomed by the scent of turkey and the cinnamon in the homemade pumpkin pies. Charlie's wife, Julie, had taken on the task of cooking Christmas dinner. Mom's contribution being her amazing stuffing. I proudly brought Noah into the kitchen with me.

"We've decided to be partners." The first thing out of my mouth. They were the words most prominent in my mind that I wanted to share. Then, "Merry Christmas everyone."

"That's quite the Christmas news, Brody," Mom said. She ambled over to me, dragging her oxygen tank, and patted my face. "I've never seen you look so happy."

Noah leaned against me, wrapping my arm up with both of his. "Your son is amazing."

"Okay, lovebirds," Charlie said, motioning for us to follow him. "The tree isn't finished yet. Help me hang the rest of the ornaments and light it up."

"I'll mix you all some rum and eggnog and bring it to you," Julie said then looked at Brenda. "And you, Mom. You need to get out of the kitchen and supervise the tree decoration."

Julie would duck in on occasion as we hung ornaments from our childhood on the tree. They made the boughs look messy, but my heart soared regardless.

There was so much love in this room.

Noah jumped right in, talking, and laughing with my family. Our family. He was part of our family now. You could tell that Mom, Charlie, and Julie loved him already. My brother's two sons had even warmed up to him. Especially when Noah got down on the floor and played with them.

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