"Yeah, you would understand," John murmured with a low grin, and kissed him. Bobby understood practically everything: and what he didn't understand, he still accepted. It was one of the many things John loved about him so much, just making his heart swell all the more.

"We're gonna have the perfect life," John promised, in between grunts. "Picket fence and kids, and - ughn, fucking every night." That was another promise, after a particularly deep thrust, now that he'd somehow managed to shift into a steadier rhythm, after some of the sheer shock-and-awe had worn off.

It didn't take him too long to spill himself into the condom with a loud, husky moan, body stiff and taut for that moment of pure pleasure, and he was barely able to stop himself from collapsing on his fiancé with a slow, rakish grin.