Page 122 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
“You want…” With his eyes glistening, his hand running softly down Percy’s chest, taking hold of his shirt, “You want me to be your partner? In crime?”
The thought would never have occurred to Percy in a million years as a real possibility, but, “Yes,” he said, and he said it with complete conviction. Not only because his pants were suddenly feeling appallingly tight with Joe’s breath on his ear and his lips sweet at his jaw, but because somehow, nothing had ever felt more right.
Joe’s teeth closed gently on the edge of his ear. “Do you mean it?”
“I mean it.” Now it was Percy who manoeuvred Joe around and pressed him up against a wall. “I love you. I love you more than anything.” Percy worked at the top buttons of Joe’s shirt as his tongue begged for access to Joe’s mouth.
“You’re too good to be true,” whispered Joe, working at Percy’s belt, kissing him hard.
“You know what they say about things like that, handsome.” Percy wrenched open Joe’s shirt, splaying his fingers across his perfect chest.
Joe threw the belt to the floor and slipped his hand over Percy’s long, hard dick. “What do they say about that?”
Their eyes met for a brief, smouldering moment. “If I wasn’t true, I couldn’t fuck you like I’m about to.”
Percy turned Joe, stuck out a foot to trip him back, and controlled his descent to the floorboards. Kissing down his neck to his chest, biting his nipples, so Joe arched uncontrollably. Percy made short work of any and all fastenings to Joe’s pants. They were kicked to the floor, but not Percy’s. Always prepared for any eventuality, Percy wrenched a small tube of lube and a condom out of his pocket, ripped it fromits packet and ran it over his length, which stood enticingly erect in the moonlight. Joe’s ankle was forced over Percy’s shoulder, kisses placed on Joe’s shin, up his leg, making him break out in goosebumps until he felt Percy’s weight on him, one knee locking a leg down while the other was stretched to his shoulder. Percy took Joe’s dick in one hand, running a thumb over the slit so Joe gasped, moistening his cock with his precum, running a firm hand down the shaft. All while the other hand slipped the lid from the lube, then sank down, finger-fucking Joe’s hole.
“Fuck, Percy!” Joe cried out. It was the first time Percy was going to fuck Joe like that. Joe had been begging him for weeks, and he’d been waiting for the right time, letting Joe settle in. But this was the perfect moment. He found his prostate, worked it until Joe shuddered with bliss. He stretched him good and proper, because he was going to need it. He kissed him and he worked him over until Joe was begging to be fucked.
Percy knocked the other knee back with his and pushed his cock up against Joe’s perfect hole. There would be no messing around tonight. No need to goad Joe into a dramatic fuck. All he wanted was to be as close to Joe as possible. To show him exactly how much he adored him.
As Joe reached down, Percy gently entwined his fingers with his own, stretched his arms back and held them tight above his head, taking a moment to admire the lean muscles, taut with strain and anticipation, the gorgeous chest, the beautiful lips, and the eyes that loved him, unconditionally, so completely, with such trust, that he had been so terrified, just for a moment, he had lost.
And he would never let that happen again.
“Marry me,” Percy whispered.
“What?” Joe began, but Percy pressed forward into Joe, stretching him slowly, watching Joe bite down on his lip in ecstasy.
Percy kissed his neck, bit his neck, licked the red mark he left, whispered against his ear with hot breath, “Marry me.”
“Percy, you’re mad,” Joe tried, but Percy only tightened his grip on Joe’s fingers, squeezed harder and harder until it was just the right edge of painful, while he buried his dick deeper and deeper, filling Joe inch by delicious inch, until he could barely speak with the intensity of the pleasure as Percy dragged back, ready for an even more profound incursion.
“Marry me,” came the words, burning against Joe’s electrified skin, but Percy’s next thrust pushed deeper still, directed expertly with such singular desire to wreck Joe that all he could do was let go a wordless gasp of rapture, trying to give something back to Percy, but held tight, unable to move, forced to take all the pleasure Percy poured into him, as he pulled back, then thrust his full length deeper still.
With a moan of happiness that made Percy that much more determined to get the answer he wanted, Joe forced out, “Yes.”
Percy relented and thrust again, slowly, but thoroughly, well aware of Joe’s dick aching to be touched, letting only the drift of his abs provide any modicum of relief, teasing the tip of Joe’s tongue with his own, as murmured, “Do you mean ‘yes’ as in I’m fucking you right? Or ‘yes’ as in you’ll marry me?”
“Yes, as in— Oh, god.” Another sweep of crushing pressure against Joe’s sweet spot, only with more calculation this time.
“What was that, darling?” Percy teased.
“Percy, fuck!” Percy took hold of Joe’s desperate cock and began a gentle but unyielding rhythm, the muscles of his shoulder working in the candlelight, the light sweat on his naked back, sweeping Joe towards the edge, pushing him into near overdrive. He took hold of Percy’s neck and pulled him down, kissing him for every bit as though it might have been the last time. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Damn right, you will.”
Joe laughed for the three seconds Percy afforded him before he took hold of Joe’s shoulder, leaned his beautiful head down against his neck, and let go a shaky breath in that way he did when he was close. And that was fine, because Joe was close too. Percy pumped his cock, feeling the rising tension beneath his fingers, feeling Joe’s beating heart against his own, and feeling just about as proud as he ever had, because he had the most beautiful fiancé he could ever have dreamed of. And he was quite sure, at that time, that what he’d said was true. That he would never lie to Joe again. That he would never have to, and that, for the first time in his life, he had found complete safety in this person who he now knew with absolute certainty was his soulmate.
He remained on the precipice just as long as he could, Joe fighting his own climax, the two of them prolonging the moment, refusing to let the other down, letting the intensity build for as long as either of them could stand until it was all Percy could do to slip his hand down, grasp Joe’s balls, and force him into the most intense orgasm of his entire life, while Percy came hard deep inside him for the first time, the two of them letting go in beautiful, shuddering exhilaration, until Percy fell into Joe, breathless, blissful, shaking, utterly content.
They very nearly drifted off there in that haunted ruin of a house, until finally Joe spoke. “Do we need to get back to the restaurant in time for the next course?”
“I think we’ve missed it,” said Percy, “but if we’re quick, we’ll make it in time for cheese.”
“Percy.” Joe shifted his head to look at him, a fold of hair tickling Percy’s arm as it fell so beautifully. “Things don’t always have to be more with us, you know?”
Percy swept the hair back with gentle fingers. “What do you mean?”
