Page 11 of My One Rule

“Okay, your turn,” I order.

He listens and I search for a couple options, one that’s all black with a little sun etched into it, and a silver one with a brown wooden stripe through the middle all around.

“Okay.”

He turns and looks between the two options.

“You didn’t want matching ones?” He asks with a wink.

I stick out my tongue. “Let’s not be that gay couple, okay?”

“So no matching tuxes for the wedding?”

My stomach flips at the question, at the mention of a wedding.

“This one,” he says, grabbing the black one.

We pay for the rings and walk hand in hand with our rings on, like an actual engaged couple.

Maybe we’re taking this joke a little too far, I think, biting the inside of my cheek.

Four

Ace

The footage of us getting engaged is shaky and the one that’s closest is too muffled to hear what we’re saying, thank goodness.

There is one really great photo of Ollie with his arms around my neck and burying his face in my neck. I love how content he looks.

Risking a glance at him now, I catch him admiring the ring instead of scrolling his phone again.

We’re tucked away from the world enjoying the peace together.

Well, trying to. His phone has been buzzing since we got back to our room. He clicks it closed and seeks me out, in the now dark part of his side.

I close mine and set it on my nightstand. I try to pull him into my arms.

Instead of cuddling my side like I expected, he climbs on top of me and straddles me. It’s too dark to see, so I let my hands see for me. They wander under his shirt and up his sides.

There’s a strong wave of something pulling us together. He leans down and finds my lips, I accept his kiss and moan as one of his hands runs through my hair.

“I love you,” he says against my lips.

It does something to my heart and body.

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

His hands move to rest on my chest as his hard dick grinds into mine.

My fingers seek his out and run across the cool metal across his finger.

How wrong is it that I love that he’s claimed by me so visibly to others? Even in the dark here, I love feeling it on his hand.

It makes my dick strain in my briefs.

We spend what feels like thirty minutes rubbing our dicks against each other’s and kissing. The steady grinding of him on me drives me mad in the best way. Eventually I flip him onto his back and climb on top of him, grinding my dick into his in a slow motion, then quick.

“Ace…” he groans.

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