As much as 'footyball' claimed a decent sized portion of his life, his beloved took even more.
His heart, his body, his mind, had it all.
Wade glanced up, saw the jeans, took note of the shirtlessness, honed in on what he liked to claim as his very own giant rack, squishly embraced his husband, sought out a breast and sucked at it lovingly.
'There's much more for you.'
''Obvious.' Wade grinned, tousled bizarre colored mustard mixed with ketchup shaded hair. 'Where are they now, up to G cup size?'
'Mmmm, maybe.' Derrick smiled seductively in his body, this form he would never leave. 'Do it all to me, whatever you'd enjoy.'
'That may take months.'
'Then I'll do to you.'
This was surprise, his sweet Heath being a tad more Justin like, wild and exciting, holding him down on the hotel bed, actually tearing his shirt apart to get to his chest, almost destroying the jeans the same way.
Wade near protested but couldn't not when he felt the small space inside the mouth, right before it met with throat, swallow him, engulf his size,hold him and had suction of a vacuum.
'Ohhhhh...you've been practicing.'
Derrick sucked, used one hand to rub, the other playing gently with the testicles.
He kept sucking, harder, more firm as the moans increased.
The splash of fluid, sperm tidal wave gagged him for a minute.
He allowed Wade to take over, control him, His God of a husband.
Behind him, the feather touch of a tongue.
Now Derrick was moaning as he was loved.
He was never, he thought, as penetration began, pinching and hurting for a slight moment, then exctasy, going to leave this body.
Derrick would stay Heath forever and Heath could be Derrick.
Let him die there.
Soon enough, he would.
