Author's Note: Warning about major sexual content. Bad language too! I hope anyone still possibly reading this will enjoy it. I really am finishing this story because I invested so much into it and I loved these two together. The Consequence of Silence took me several months to write and I really loved Todd and Bojack in a healthy, happy relationship. Its been terrible with this isolating experience with the ongoing pandemic and this is one of the ways I can feel better about it. Anyway, the switching POV is between Todd's journal and Bojack's diary. So... please read and please review! Thank you! I don't own Bojack Horseman, he's his own man! Lol

Damn, what a fantastic day in Naples, Italy. Todd was enamored by the city, Pompeii, all the castles and art we had seen. The fact that it was also October third, our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and that he basically told me in the hottest way possible that he wasn't disgusted by what I wanted to do with him, really was one of the best days I ever had.

Other than when Todd and I got approved for adoption and the day we met our two beautiful children, Ash and Norah.

Those were absolutely spectacular moments, and I'd trade them for nothing else in the world.

I'm so glad I found that theater in LA. Todd really was excited for it and I am too, and I think this will be a wonderful opportunity for us to bond and start a business together. I find it kinda an act if redemption as well, because of the shitty thing I did to Todd with his Rock opera.

Later he asked me about a million questions about it. The condition of it, where it was, what kind of shows we would do, how many shows a week, the cost of it, how to maintain it. And how many the theater seated, to which I told him the biggest challenge of getting a theater.

"I bought Virgil Van Cleef's theater." I started, and Todd gave me a wide eyed expression, he looked shocked yet a bit impressed.

"Seriously? How did you manage that one?" He asked me.

"Well... I told him what I did. How I sabotaged you. I then proceeded to tell him about our new lives together, our whole history. How I so much wanted to make it up to you, to show you that your talent wasn't squandered by my selfishness and petty emotions."

Todd looked enthralled by my speech and nodded. "What did he say?"

"He wanted to find another venture anyway, and had been thinking of selling off his theater. I told him the small and somewhat intimate conditions of his theater would be perfect for our vision of Avant Garde creations. We made a deal. It only seat ls three hundred and fifty patrons... but baby, this is all we need to share our vision with the world. He really did like you, Todd, and your Rock Opera." I sighed. "He empathized with you. He gave me a really great deal on the property. It certainly wasn't an arm and a leg!"

Todd gave me a knowing look. "You seriously are the best husband ever!"

I laughed and he kissed me. Later, we went to get pizza at a famous restaurant called Concettina ai Tre Santi. They are a very well known pizzeria in town. I researched it before we left and it said to make reservations and to order some dishes ahead of time.

I ordered for our Anniversary dinner that night, a twelve course tasting menu, several single pies, and I also got this fancy Champagne they recommended for Todd to drink. It was a perfect end to our Anniversary day.

Right before dinner Todd and I kinda fooled around again, and he told me that later tonight we would go at it... like he would make love to me.

Gosh... I feel like some girl waiting for the big night... haha, but its not really a bad thing. Anyway, after dinner, we got some dessert at a famous pastry place called Scaturchio. It had amazing pastries that Todd and I shared.

I still can't believe I'm so lucky to be with Todd. He's so wonderful, and I love him so... so much! I'm nervous about what we will do together. I know that in a lot of ways, he said those super sexual things to me to make me feel comfortable and accepted, loved and cared for. I just really don't want to push his limits either.

Okay... so I want to just say, I'm trembling right now.

We did it. He did it.

He made love to me... and Oh my God.

He was so fucking sexy and I was nervous. Really, really nervous.

Like, sweaty and almost puking kinda stuff.

Is this how ladies feel when they are being made love to by the man of their dreams?

Cause if it is... oh my fucking Stars, did he fucking rock my goddamn socks off.

So... after we got home from our anniversary dinner and dessert, Todd took out some scented candles he bought at one of the shops and turned off all the lights in our hotel suite, and lit them. We then took a long bath together and just kissed, and relaxed.

I was already feeling really sexy and I had hoped we were on the same page. So we talked about it for a moment or two.

"You don't actually want me to shove it, like in your mouth... like really do that to you?" Todd said with a nervous tone. "I'm afraid it'll hurt you."

I chuckled and played with his hair, touching his cheek fondly, and I kissed his forehead. "It won't hurt me at all. I promise. I really... want to do it."

Todd half smiled and nodded. "Let's try it and if something doesn't feel good... you promise to let me know, hon?"

I nodded. "Yeah... that's what I usually say to you though."

Todd gave me a suddenly very different look. It was dark and seductive.

My breath hitched and I felt him start taking off my boxers and my shirt. It smelled of honeysuckle and Roses in the room from the lit candles and the dark ambience made it feel romantic.

We started to kiss and I put my hand down his boxers and grabbed him gently. I couldnt help it, when I felt how he was already hard, I whimpered.

Todd noticed and he kissed me assertively, and whispered, "That's yours, don't forget it, sexy..."

I moaned into the kiss and squeezed him a bit.

"I know it's all mine..." I said and he teased my own length with a slow pace with one hand.

We kissed more, and soon we were both naked and Todd stood up and told me to get on my knees. I was so hard I couldn't stand it but I knew he would take care of me.

Todd looked at me for reassurance that it was okay and I smiled at him.

"Don't let me touch myself." I said as I started kissing his length on my knees, and then, he did it.

He literally started thrusting into my mouth. I moaned and held on to his hips, trying my hardest not to touch myself because this was turning me on so terribly, I couldn't barely keep myself upright.

I don't know why it turned me on. Maybe it had to do with BDSM a bit. Feeling out of control and yet, when he was doing it, and holding on to my hands placed on his hips, the feeling of letting him be in control made the final climax so much more satisfying.

He let me touch myself only for thirty seconds at a time.

It was so achingly teasing that I almost was tearing up from how painfully hard I was getting.

I never, ever had so much fun during foreplay with anyone but Todd. To be fair, Todd was really the first one I ever tried to give that extra special sense of intimacy with our extended foreplay. And it was very, very worthwhile.

Todd was moaning and I was so glad he was enjoying it. All his breathy whimpers and gruff, masculine moans were so hot.

I couldn't believe just how much I loved to see him in ecstasy.

I tapped on Todd's thigh and he stopped. "Uh... oh, my goodness, Boj... that was... crazy. Ar-are you okay? You wanna stop?"

I nodded, but I still put my hand on him, touching him gently with a moan, as I got up and kissed him deeply.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and was leading me to our bed. My heart was beating so fast.

"You okay to... for me to .." Todd started.

"Yes. Please." I said happily. "You don't have to do anything to get me ready. I'm ready."

Todd looked at me with disbelief. "How? Don't you need to me... you know?"

"I touch myself a lot. Thinking of you. So... please... just get some of our couple's oil. I need you."

Todd smiled and said, "How do you want to do it?"

"Ummm... I'll go on my knees."

Todd blushed. "Oh.. alright. Hold up." He got the oil and put it on himself.

"You wanna look me in the eye, huh, baby?" I whispered as he came over to me with a shy look.

Todd looked relieved. "Yes."

I shrugged. "Let's do that."

Todd grinned and I positioned myself on the bed, kinda how when I first made love to him.

He started rubbing my ass with his fingers and then his cock, and I moaned, trembling like crazy.

Todd was breathing so fast, and as he started to slowly go inside of me... I lost it.

I fucking lost it.

I kind of made him go faster, deeper, and he let out an uncontrollable gasping moan.

He clutched onto me for dear life, and I think he never thought of how making love to someone felt so much more satisfying because he was crying out with a sensuous, carnal set of moans and damn... I knew this was perfect.

I wanted him to hit my prostate and I leaned my body more at an angle so he could.

And finally, he did, like five times in a row. I was practically screaming his name and we kissed so passionately, it was fucking bliss. I think he seemed proud when it happened because he kept slamming into that same spot on purpose and it was making me cry.

"Oh... ah..fuck! Oh-oh Bojack! Oh... God... oh you're so tight... you feel so good..." Todd was saying in between moans, and I kissed his hand, sucking on his fingers. "You're so fucking naughty... damn... mmmm..."

He hit my spot so fast and hard, suddenly.

"Ohhhh... Todd! Oh... God! Oh, Please, Todd! Do it again!" I knew I was being so incredibly loud about it, but it felt so damn good.

Todd obliged me, and I came. But I came so hard I couldn't move for ten minutes afterward.

We held each other and fell asleep together naked, and I was so shocked it went so well.

But, it was Todd after all.

And I think he knew it too.

Our love was so deep, and so indescribably beautiful, that even me telling him to shove it was a love poem to our intimate musings.