Erik managed to get his husband stripped almost naked. Charles was pant-less and panty-less, cardigan-less and almost shirt-less, sprawled over the bed invitingly. Erik was happy to know that Charles has a bit of ginger soft hair around his penis with two nicely shaped balls and cute looking penis. Size wise, Erik knew he won.
Charles gasped as Erik's hand slowly putting the condom around Charles' penis. It was hard and leaking a bit, so the slippery condom fell easily onto the base. Charles gasped even louder when it happens, and Erik could see his husband stomach muscles constricted. It let Erik imaged how would Charles' wall constrict around Erik's arousal and his own dick got even harder.
"You fine?" Erik found himself talking better in monosyllabism while gently stroke Charles. The other man's eyes were closed with blushing face. Charles bit his lips, but Erik was having none of it. He pushed forward and towered over his smaller husband, then claimed those lips.
Charles gasped and Erik took the chance to dig in. Stroking even faster, he plunged his tongue into Charles' unsuspecting mouth, and soon he was welcomed with moan and Charles' tongue trying to match his intrusion. Erik stopped stroking Charles, took a better position over the sexy professor and moving his hand across Charles' opened shirt.
The nipples were fair game. When Erik brushed over it gently, Charles whimpered. When he put more action into it, i.e. tweaking and playing with the two pink buds, Charles deepened their kiss and grabbed Erik's back tighter. When Erik pulled a bit harshly, Charles body bent upward, and louder moan came out. When Erik travelled south and clamped his mouth on the left nipple, Charles squirmed and moaned deliciously, body rocking up, trying to create friction with Erik's torso.
"Touch me… please…Ah!" Charles breathed out when Erik stroke his penis again. Erik returned to kiss Charles again, and he was quite proud when he saw Charles half gone in lust and feeling good.
"Can I enter you?"
Charles moaned. "…Prepare me first. It has been quite some time…"
Erik nodded and grabbed the lube. He coated his finger with it generously and slowly circling the outer ring of Charles's arse hole. Charles squirmed and sighed, penis jutting upwards eagerly and leaking.
"Slow… Ah, its cold." Charles gasped. "Hnnn.. Oh….Oh! Yes, there, a bit… ERIK!"
"Here?" Erik smiled as he moved his finger gently and pressed on the area. Charles feet constricted and his toes curled. He clenched harder on the finger, making Erik moaned from want. The taller man pushed in and out, creating space for a much bigger object later on, and soon the finger was joined with another two fingers with massive amount of lube.
"…You are tight, Charles." Erik winced as Charles squeezed on his fingers. Charles shook his head.
"Hnn… Erik… let me help you as well." Charles moaned and changed his position. He now sitting on top of Erik, sitting on the man's chest and presenting his whole arse for Erik to see. Erik didn't have time to blink before feeling his own penis being gulped down by a hot mouth.
"Charles!" Erik groaned, as the mouth slowly sliding in and up. Charles wiggled his arse, stopping.
"Don't stop preparing me, husband!"
Erik almost laughed, and then returned to his duty. He applied a bit more lube on his three fingers and then pushed it in hard on the direction which made Charles stopped breathing.
"HNnnn!" Charles' cock twitched on Erik's chest, and Charles presumed to his activity of sucking Erik. He then pulled the condom from the package and slowing putting it on his husband's massive cock. "Erik… Ahhn, yess… Your cock… Oh! Too big… OH!"
"I… believe in you… Charls." Erik pant slowly. "You can have it all in you... I'll make sure of it."
Charles moaned loudly and sucked even more eagerly. Erik pushed in deeper, feeling the resistance from the outer ring or Charles' arse reduced with every thrust.
"Ready?" Erik prompted. Charles bobbed his head on Erik's cock a few times before releasing it with a pop! Sound, then turned.
Erik pushed the professor down, spreading Charles' legs. Charles accommodated it by pushing his own legs wider, and let Erik put some padding of pillows underneath his hips.
"Ready?" Erik asked for the last time with his penis hard and eager to push into Charles' arse. Charles looked up and Erik saw fear for a second, but then it immediately changed into lust.
"Yes."
They didn't manage to finish what they have started. According to their age and fitness, it should be fine, however it turned out that Erik came just by pressing fully into Charles and Charles shoot out his load when he felt Erik was coming.
So they tied up the condoms appropriately and lie on the bed listening to their own breathing.
"I can do better next time." Erik whispered, sounding like an oath.
Charles smiled. "You better do, husband."
That weekend was well spent inside the studio apartment. The second time they tried (morning sex, how wonderful), they were both quite energetic to improve from their previous record, but they only marginally able to do that. Erik managed to finally fuck Charles into oblivion the fifth time they did, and by the seventh time, they managed to come together.
By the end of the weekend, both of them were well spent, hungry and unable to walk straight. Charles topped only once out of the numerous time they copulated; Erik preferred to top and Charles preferred to bottom. It was like a match made in heaven. Sometimes through the first night they have finished their lube and condoms supply; however neither cares enough to go to buy a new one. They assured each other that they are both clean and healthy. It satisfied Erik's secret imagination of going bare, as well.
Erik walked slowly from the kitchen—his hips were kind of hard to move after vigorously fucking Charles the whole weekend—with two glasses of water. He put one glass on the table, and then nudged the currently unmoveable Charles, whose body was spread out on the sofa.
"Charles, are you still alive?" Erik smiled and tried to insert himself around Charles. Charles flinched a bit, but tried to move and accommodate Erik.
"Hmmm Hm." Charles hummed, seemingly think that he was answering but didn't realise he didn't even opened his mouth.
"Can you move?"
Charles groaned and shook his head. Erik sighed.
"Do you want me to bring you to bed?"
Charles nodded this time and Erik took the smaller professor onto the bed. He barely managed to do that before both of them fell onto the bed.
"Hmmm Hm." Charles hummed.
"Good night." Erik replied, guessing what his husband was humming.
Charles took a day off the next day. He couldn't walk at all. Erik, meanwhile, was faring better as he was more athletic. Thus, Erik went out to get daily supply (and coffee) while Charles snuggled into their blanket.
It was bliss, being married to Erik. Charles smiled to himself, realising how funny it was. Just a few weeks ago he was in a quite abusive relationship with long-term boyfriend Sebastian Shaw. Charles didn't think it was abusive until he married Erik and was introduced to relationship bliss.
Previously with Shaw, Charles lived in constant fear of being dumped because Shaw seemed to come and go whenever he wishes. They met in university—both were in their final years, and Charles fell in love with Shaw' cool demeanour. They went out after three months of friendship, in which Shaw actively wooing Charles with dinners, trips to fun places and spending time together to study. Charles gradually learned to be dependent on Sebastian, and when Sebastian wanted sex, Charles freely gave it to him.
And then it was always sex, sex and sex with Sebastian. Slowly they distanced away—Sebastian always left after he fucked Charles, while Charles tried really hard to keep Sebastian with him after it. Charles learned to use sex as bait to lure Sebastian to spend time with him; he managed to get the two of them to live together. However, it gradually lost its effectiveness and Sebastian spent less and less time at their shared apartment. Sebastian told Charles that he was pretty busy with his new job as a migration agent, and thus asking Charles to reduce his calls and messages. Sebastian reasoned that they could meet at home anyway, so why waste the phone credits.
Charles tried to accommodate the wish, but it was hard to when Charles realised how the frequency of the messages have reduced immensely from couple of messages per hour into one message per three days. They didn't even meet anymore—even though they shared an apartment, Charles had never seen Sebastian for the last three weeks before they broke up. It seemed like Sebastian was purposefully avoiding Charles. When Sebastian didn't even return home on their anniversary day, Charles knew he needed to confront the man. But his so-called boyfriend was never there, and all Charles' calls or messages were unanswered.
In the end, Charles was forced to catch Sebastian when he was at work to meet.
Sebastian was irritated when he saw Charles that day, and that was it. Sebastian broke them up, stating Charles' constant neediness as a turn off. He also attacked Charles by saying Charles was too selfish and never care about him. The last straw was when Sebastian mentioned that sex with Charles was bad enough to bore people to tears.
Charles was reduced to tears. He managed to reach the toilet before he started to cry—but Erik found him and the rest was history.
He knew the thing with Erik wouldn't last—wasn't it was what happened with Sebastian, and even then, they had started liking each other. The thing he has with Erik was just convenience—they are married for visa and Erik would ask him to leave once he got the permanent residency. But it would still be months before the visa would be out, and maybe Charles could enjoy himself; hiding his head in the sand to ignore the eventual pain from rejection.
Yes, and the sex was even better than with Sebastian.
So everything would be alright, and Charles just need to enjoy it while it still last.
Erik was amused. He was spoon feeding his husband some strawberry jelly. Charles blushed and refused when he started doing that, but soon he enjoyed being spoon fed, as each spoon was followed with chaste kiss on the lips. Their kisses tasted like the strawberry jelly Erik bought from the shop.
Unfortunately it was weekdays, and soon Erik needed to go to work. Charles assured Erik that he could wash the dishes himself and waved Erik goodbye. Erik smiled and asked for his goodbye kiss, which made Charles blushed again. Charles gave Erik a chaste kiss on the cheek, and Erik grinned widely.
"You look like Mr. Shark." Charles grinned back. "Enjoy your work today, husband."
"Thanks." Erik kissed Charles' temple before he went off. Being compared to the shark plushie they bought in the aquarium somehow was quite endearing, and Charles's kiss felt good on his cheek. Probably they should visit the aquarium again. Mr Shark needs a partner afterall.
He reached the bar on time, but it was slow time anyway, so he slowly took over his station. His work mate, Azazel, saw him approaching and tilted his head.
"Something good happened with your husband, Lehnsherr?"
Erik shrugged. "Why you'd ask?"
"You have that silly thing on your face going again—your husband must be very good fuck, hmm?"
"Don't speak of him like that please." Erik tensed. "He is not like that at all."
"Sorry, mate." Azazel raised his hands. "Chill."
"Yeah sorry too." Erik shrugged and looked at the machine. "Slow afternoon, huh?"
Azaxel nodded just in time when two ladies approached them. Both of them looked like working ladies and since it was Ladies night, they went to order quite a few drinks and sat on the bar place to chat up with them. Soon both Azazel and Erik were pulled into the chat.
Azazel, as usual, flirted with the brunette one; and Erik was left to take care of the blonde haired one. Erik gave polite response to the girl's non-stop chatting while Azazel managed to get the other girl's phone number.
"Hey, what is your name again?"
"It's Erik." Erik smiled stiffly.
The blonde girl laughed, "I won't bite, honey."
"…Thanks?"
"You are funny. And handsome too. Wanna come to my place tonight?" The blonde blinked more often than naturally possible, while showing off her cleavage to Erik. Erik smiled. He was used to this kind of offer as a bartender. Usually he would take depending on the situation and his mood, but now he only wanted to go home and spent it cuddling with his husband, so he shook his head.
"Sorry darling, I am taken. My partner won't be happy about that."
The blonde shrugged with disappointment. "Why is all the good ones taken?"
Erik sighed. "Maybe because you are searching in the wrong places?"
"You'd think?" The lady tilted his head. "So, where should I go, then?"
"…toilet." Erik smirked. "Or migration agencies."
"Not again." Azazel groaned from his side. Erik turned to see that both Azazel and his brunette target for the night were watching him.
"What? What?" the brunette asked.
"He is talking about his partner again. He is fully married. Look, his face said clearly: I am whipped!"
"Really?" The brunette asked. "But he looks so like a lone wolf."
"Wolves are monogamies." The blonde answered back, which surprised Erik.
"Hmm. Oh that is good for him then." The brunette shrugged. "Shouldn't you get a ring or something? Otherwise people will think you are single."
Erik looked down to see that the ring that supposed to be there wasn't there. He panicked and looked around, but the ring wasn't anywhere near him.
Oh shit.
Charles was preparing for bed with a smile on his mouth. He had plans to prepare good breakfast tomorrow, omelette rice with barbeque sauce. He had the recipe and ingredient ready, and he would wake up early tomorrow. Erik would be happy with this new food, Charles was so sure of it. So far he had taken the promise to get better in cooking with tremendous effort, raging from searching internet and joining some free cooking classes in the university.
But his happiness went away like a puff! when he opened the trash can to throw away the tissue he used and saw the golden ring in the middle of the empty trash can.
It felt like the world stopped spinning. Gradually Charles found himself back into Earth and he smiled sadly.
"…So soon?" he asked himself, and he took the ring out of the can. It felt cold in his palm. Charles opened his palm and observed the single, plain golden ring. It was identical to the ring on his wedding finger.
It wasn't even two months yet.
Charles heard his own hollow laugh before he started to sob. Oh the irony. Started in the toilet and ended up in the toilet as well. What a relationship.
What a ...relationship.