It's about time for Waylon and Eddie to go on a date.
I'm sorry, but I'll admit it: I'm very scared of many things. Uneasy feelings of ending up alone, and being lost within a dismal world I don't know anything about. I feel trapped all at the same time, though, sticking at home with people I just stare at. My parents isolated me from the world for years, making me a real hermit. I wouldn't understand the idea of escaping, and now, I feel that there is no easy way out.
It was a special evening planned. Within Seattle's city, in a community called Chinatown, there was a Japanese festival being hosted. Eddie and Waylon took the most interest in this particular festival, because it was a large celebration dedicated to Death and many deceased spirits. Just thinking back to Death made the two asylee's revert back to the misadventures in the Mount Massive Asylum, and how they have also witness handfuls of deaths and chaos. Why not go and honor those spirits?
Waylon got dressed in his casual wear, and bid farewell to his family. He had actually lied to them - telling them that he was going to hang out with Eddie at a bar and watch boxing. It was something Waylon did enjoy watching, but that evening, he wasn't in the mood for sports. Antoinette was to stay with Lisa and the boys, since Eddie would obviously trust no stranger-friend to babysit his baby girl.
"Hey, you." Waylon walked down the short steps off his porch, to be met by his lovely friend of five years.
Eddie was standing outside his car, leaning back against it with his arms folded. Eddie was also dressed casual as fuck, but nonetheless, he was wearing a plain black waist-coat and a blue tie. That old habit didn't seem to die. "Hello, Darling." He smiled at him widely, seeing how Waylon looked almost silently overjoyed to see him again. Eddie was as well. "Are you ready for our date?" He asked, with a raise of one eyebrow.
Waylon chuckled, teeth flashing as he grinned happily. "What is this, a high school date?"
"Well..." Eddie decided to joke along, "if your Dad doesn't come out here and ask me twenty questions, with a loaded shotgun, then yes." Eddie stepped aside of the passenger door to open it. He then gestured a hand out for Waylon. "After you, my Darling." He bowed his head.
Waylon almost wanted to kick him, for being so damn courteous. He just patted Eddie on the side of his face snarkily before hopping in the car. Once his door was closed, Eddie paced around the front of his vehicle fast to the driver's side, while Waylon watched him with a smile. Eddie opened up his door and climbed in while making a saucy smirk at his date, sitting comfortably in his seat before slamming his door shut. They sat there for a while, as the car continued to run without moving. Waylon wondered what Eddie was waiting for...
"Waylon." Eddie turned his head to him.
"Yes?" Waylon looked at him as well.
"Seatbelt." Eddie eyed his seatbelt and the buckle.
Waylon made a thin line of his lips, rolling his eyes. But still thought it was cute. When he pulled his seatbelt over his chest to buckle down, Eddie leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Waylon froze for a moment, but felt that same, pleased smile stretch across his face. He turned his head to his date, and they both shared their kiss they hadn't exchanged in two months.
It almost felt like their first kiss, from the way Waylon made a nervous chuckle, and Eddie couldn't help but feel his lips tingle from their touch. They parted for a brief moment, laughing at each other, before trying again. When they locked lips, Waylon felt Eddie's hand snake up to his cheek, cupping it as he held him there for the moment to soak in his taste. Their wet tongues slid and tangled together slowly, their flavors never decreased as they remembered them to be. Their mouths were wet, and lips smacked when they parted and reconnected.
Blissfully, Waylon felt his spirit rekindle brightly.
It's been a long two months, since the two had kissed properly. Their relationship, shockingly enough, was still a secret between families. Waylon didn't want to let go of Eddie, since the day of their escape. And, Eddie was just being downright greedy for his lover. Even if he also loved Lisa, Eddie would still imply how much of a better spouse he would be to Waylon instead. It was so mean.
"Sweet, as I remember you." Eddie nipped at Waylon's bottom lip playfully.
Waylon pecked one more kiss to Eddie's chin, before he let him sit back in his seat to begin driving.
The drive to Chinatown was a little ways away, going into an hour drive. But, the entire ride there didn't feel so very long. Waylon and Eddie both had their time to catch up about their lives apart, speaking about their home lives and how work was going along. All their amicable conversations would then lead down to refreshing memories of the years spent together in their new hometown of Olympia. Eddie would always admit he liked Washington better than Colorado, but of course, Waylon still missed his birth place. Even if it was now the Hell that would kill them.
Hearing Eddie's voice again, it almost felt as if the world would pause and listen. Everything felt calm, grown in deep silence, whenever Eddie spoke or laughed, his voice still strong and enchanting, even with that funny lisp that Waylon had come to enjoy.
Fourty minutes or so in their drive, and Waylon let out a bark of short laughter, slapping his knee. "So, wait - you don't know anything about the Japanese culture?!" He looked right at his date with a stupid grin. "Eddie Gluskin! You've lived in this society for five years, and you don't know anything about Japan?!" He was literally standing on the balancing point of humiliating Eddie and being outraged by the damn man. "Didn't you know that Lisa's of Japanese culture, though? We have a Japanese family altar honoring her passed grandparents!"
"I knew! ... Somewhat...?" Eddie shrugged unsurely.
Waylon deadpanned at him.
"I thought she was Cantonese!" Eddie tried excusing himself.
By the time they had arrived to Chinatown, they had to make a parking within a college's lot, because of the festival's location blocking off any vehicles entering the premise. The entire feat was hosted upon a large district block, surrounding Chinatown's famous international shopping district. It was a massive location that was used many times over in the past for festivals, such as celebrating the Chinese New Year and the symbolic Dragon. There was obviously a massive crowd overwhelming the area, dressed-up or decorated in beautiful accessories.
Eddie and Waylon walked through the giant shrine gate that was the entrance into the district, shamelessly hand-in-hand.
When they arrived, they could hear the heartbeats of the multiple taiko drums thumping in the closed distance. Asian languages flew about, laughing or shouting to one another, thrown around, and Eddie had no clue who was saying what. Waylon, on the other hand, could understand precisely to what a handful of the parties were saying. He could make-out all the difference between their foreign languages, hearing Chinese, then Korean, and a good amount of loud Japanese. Lisa had taught him enough Japanese to have an all-day conversation in the native tongue.
Young girls and older women wore traditional kimonos, feet making constant klaking noises due to their sturdy wooden-sandels. Men were not all dressed traditionally - some looked casual or nicely dressed as Waylon and Eddie. Some men did wear kimonos, that were in darker tones of shade that opposed the women's bright and rejuvenating pink and white kimonos. Paper fans were in hands, or unlit paper lanterns. Some children scouring about the bustling grounds had plush toys won from game-stands. Songs being sang in the Japanese language could be heard from the performance stage not too far away.
"How unique!" Eddie couldn't help but finally admit, excited over all the beauty. "This culture is so... so beautiful!"
Waylon looked to Eddie's beaming face, and couldn't help but stare at him for that brief moment. He hadn't seen Eddie very outgoing lately, since the two had lived in separate homes. Eddie mostly looked drawn, one-tracked and thoughtful. Seeing him grinning with that familiar gleam again...
"You're face is looking great." Waylon couldn't help but notice as well, now looking more clearly at Eddie's profile. "Your scars have begun to heal..." The two stopped walking, in a spacious spot, for Waylon to examine it more closely.
It was true. Ever since those five years of healing had passed, Eddie's old scars had soothed and show no red markings as they did in the past. The blisters that rose on his face during the Walrider experiment had disappeared entirely, luckily leaving no skin marks. But, the carved knife lines in his face hadn't closed. Instead, they became engraved dents on his disfigured side. His eyes had healed of no blackness, but smear spots of black and red were lightly visible in the whites of his large eyes. Surely, that was some success.
Waylon reached a hand up to bris his fingers over the carved lines, feeling how they habited Eddie's strong features. "Still handsome, though." He assured him with a comb of his thumb over his cheekbone lovingly. The two made immediate eye-contact, closing the gap between each other to kiss, when all at once-
"Hello!" Two Japanese girls popped out of nowhere, surprising the couple. They spoke with a heavy British accent.
The two girls were both twin Sisters, completely identical to one another. They even had the same weight and height, and even wore matching butterfly-designed white kimonos. The only difference was that one Sister had angled bangs, while the other had blunt ones. "Sorry to interrupt you two but," the Sister with angled-bangs eyed both Waylon and Eddie with a cute smile, "are you two a couple here?"
Eddie made an annoyed grunt. Waylon elbowed his date in the arm to hush him.
"Yes, we are." Waylon decided to answer truthfully.
"Well, then," the other twin with blunt-bangs stepped forward and pulled out two items from her large kimono sleeves. They were neon necklaces made of tough golden wool strings, with large and small crimson glass-beads laced into it. In the center, there was a large, red glass-bead, shaped as half of a heart. Both the necklaces were identical, with one piece of a glass heart attached onto it. "Wear these for the entire festival! They symbolize your status here, and commencement!"
"... Commencement?" Eddie squeaked nervously, reluctantly taking a necklace after Waylon did.
"The Shadow Festival celebrates those who have passed along, and thank the Shinigami for taking them to Salvation." The first Sister began explaining. "There has been many couples whom died together, but their spirits do not entwin through death. The Shinigami may forget to take them both together, and one of the lovers may become lost and alone..."
"So, for this event, we will honor those who are alive, and in love." Both Sisters smiled widely at Eddie and Waylon. "Wear these necklaces, and when the ritual of commencement is finished blessing those here that are an item, then they will be bound together, forever."
"From life..." The the Sister with blunt-bangs rose one hand.
"... To death." The other Sister with angled-bangs lifted her opposite hand.
The information was enough to make both Waylon and Eddie give each other unsure glances, but slip on the necklaces to not make the girls upset. Once they were on, the twins also informed them to go and buy kimonos for the commencement, as an addition to the festival's special. Since the price for the garb wasn't so much, the two decided to go and see what was interesting.
"Bound together forever...?" Eddie murmured to himself, as he slipped on a black male kimono. "I didn't think such commitment was so serious in different cultures." He snorted a short chuckle, tying the sash around his waist.
"Believe me, Eddie - Japanese people are very serious about their beliefs. You don't want to mess with them." Waylon warned him fast, also trying out a light-orange male kimono. "Eh, these kimonos aren't so bad. I mean, at least we didn't have to take off our normal clothes." He turned around to let Eddie see. "Pretty comfortable, I think." He lifted up one arm to adjust a long sleeve.
The boys had properly wore the traditional kimonos with comfort, lucky not to wear no wooden-sandels. They simply wore the garb over their casual clothes, politely tucking in their collars to not show their shirts underneath. While Waylon looked festive, Eddie looked suddenly calm and abnormally lax. Waylon was just glad he didn't feel suffocated in too many clothes.
After they paid, Waylon thanked the saleswoman with a bow of his head to her, as she did the same. Eddie didn't understand it, but he assumed it was a good thing.
"The commencement is soon." Waylon informed, as he and Eddie held hands again. "Are you scared?"
Eddie made a snort. "Scared? Of what?"
Once again, Waylon deadpanned at the man. He obviously didn't understand what those Sisters were talking about. "Eddie - think. This Shadow Festival is all about honoring and remembering. And, since they're now going to honor the lovers alive, it's basically a marriage." Waylon rolled his eyes. How could this bimbo not realize it before? "Well, then again, you don't have to be scared-"
But Eddie was already bricked. His face drained pale, and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. What? A marriage? A marriage?! He began panicking, stumbling where he was trying to walk, and nearly falling sometimes, hadn't he held Waylon's hand. "D-Darling! I, uh-!" He couldn't breathe, so he nicked a random-man's paper-fan fast, and started fanning himself in the reddening face. "I had no fucking clue! I hadn't thought this culture would-!" He feverishly shook his head. "They tricked me! Those girls, with their cute faces... Their little swinish eyes...!"
"Whoa, hey, Eddie," Waylon and his date stopped walking. "Stop being so worried. It's not until another thirty minutes. Think on it for a while, okay?" He said in a comforting voice, lifting his hand up to smooth his palm over Eddie's slick-back mohawk. "I don't know about you, but I would like to have this commencement..." He murmured, giving a small peck to Eddie's stilled lips. "You can blow off some of that steam with a bit of games, alright? How about you win me a prize?" Waylon turned to a game booth, pulling a disoriented Eddie along.
The game booths were almost the same as American ones. Some were very odd, such as gold-fishing with fragile paper-nets; dart throwing at Shinigami noses; and kareoke contests. One elder Asian man, a little too enthusiastic, was scream-singing on Carry Underwood's song 'Before He Cheats,' and he somehow won at the end of the small competition. There were old-fashion bottle games, goldfish balling, and other such.
Eddie was a baller on the bottle game. When Waylon lost the first challenge, the salesman tried bribing him for more money to play. Of course, Eddie decided to play, and when he picked up that baseball, he was going all out like a madman. Three stacks of bottles were knocked right off the counter with direct aim, and after the salesman reluctantly gave Waylon the oversized-carnivore plant plush he won, Eddie drilled a baseball in the cheapskate's face for making them pay double for the lousey game.
"Check these out, Eddie." Waylon stood at a new booth now, that was selling masks. "These masks looked real unique."
"Oh, and they are!" The salesman from behind the counter suddenly popped out of nowhere, surprising Waylon with a helpless yelp. "Greetings, greetings, fellow partiers! Have you come to reveal your inner-spirit animals?" The salesman smiled like a Cheshire cat, with his perfectly uniformed teeth flashing widely in a grin so forced and jovial. "You've chosen right, to come and see the Happy Mask Salesman!" The middle-aged man made a bellow of laughter while holding him chest, still smiling.
Eddie just folded his arms, unsure of this man.
"You look as if you've been met by a terrible fate, haven't you...?" The mask man eyed Eddie out of darkly interest. Eddie made a flinch, glaring at him now. "Why not put a happy mask on? To make those troubles hide away for a while!" He soundly grabbed for a mask hanging off a dangerously sharpened hook dangling from the booth ceiling, and presented it to the couple. "The Mask of the Keaton, worn once by a man who was cursed with a witch's spell and doomed to never return to normal. He wore this mask to hide himself from the world, and away from his loved one that waited for days and days for his return. He tricked others into believing he was okay, that nothing was wrong, but, it was all lies."
Eddie took complete offense to the description of the mask. Did this man seriously think this was reflecting him-?
"I'll buy it." Eddie retched the mask from the thin man's boney hands. Why the fuck not?
After Eddie paid, the salesman then handed Waylon a different mask. "The Mask of Bremen. Not only did the person behind it once show leadership, but it also represented care, love, and parenting to those lost and in need for guidance." The mask was a bird, with wings outstretched on both sides of the mask, all made of smooth wood, just like the Keaton mask.
Of course, Waylon liked the description, and bought it.
"Heh..." Eddie couldn't help but shake his head at how Waylon looked in the ridiculous mask. "If this is the face of a leader, no wonder no one can find one."
"Shut up. It's cool." Waylon finished fitting the mask on his face. He dropped his arms, and turned his head side-to-side to test out the wings. He could see perfectly through the eyeholes, and the mask itself fitted comfortably, but... "These wings are going to smack you all day long, Eddie." Waylon chuckled bubbily, showing up Eddie's Keaton mask with a hard peck to his covered forehead with the beak of his Bremen mask.
"Hahaha..." Eddie dryly laughed, not amused. "Talk about bird-brain."
The two continued walking together through the festive street, now admiring the sights and sounds of what the festival has brought. Round, red paper lanterns lit up rhythmically as dusk began to shelter on Chinatown, yet no one left. Many other young or elder couples passing by were also dressed and decorated with the commencement accessories, chattering and laughing together. They also seemed anxious for the commencement ritual, as some of the ladies repeatedly looked to their wristwatches for the time, or when they would check the performance stage for the head-bringer's presence.
"Hmph." Eddie made a sounding smirk. "Just look at us, Darling." He squeezed Waylon's hand in his. "Normal people, everywhere we go, and here we are... two asylees on a date." He found the dark humor in it. "I still find it funny these days."
"Jeezy, Eddie. Such a downer." Waylon swung both their hands back-and-forth, hugging his plush toy in his other arm. But, he understood the meaning behind it, as Eddie continued chuckling lowly to the society around them. It was definitely real.
Gong!
"Attention, partiers!" A booming, loud voice from a microphone off the emptied performance stage announced. "The moment has arrived for the commencement ritual! Find your better half fast, and stand together proudly with hands in one." It sounded like one of the Sisters.
As some youngsters went hurrying to their pair, and some couples standing with their other, Eddie and Waylon stood together with their hands together.
It was only a few seconds later until the voice came back. The taiko drums had ceased. "We would like to honor those alive, and those dead, that were and are in love. Death is a strong spirit, to come and take our lost souls to Salvation. Love is more powerful than words, though. Even if there is the good, the bad, and the ugliest moments between love and hate, death bounds us together as one throughout the Afterlife. With this commencement ritual, you two will finally be together, forever, in glorious Death!" She declared in such cheery enthusiasm.
The microphone was handed to the other Sister. "If you're single here, don't participate. You may be accidentally bound to a stranger in the Afterlife." She joked with a loud laugh, along with most of every partier laughing along. "Your necklaces signify your commencement. These particular glass-beads were used in old Japanese era to please the ghosts and passed spirits to acknowledgement and care. Standing next to your significant other, please connect the two hearts."
As told, every couple took each others' hearts and connected them like lockets.
"Now, turn to your lover, and tell them your wishes. For love and death."
Waylon and Eddie turned to each other, their necklace pendants locked together. Eddie and Waylon looked at one another nervously, chuckling awkwardly and shifting their weight. Of course, this was something Eddie wasn't seriously prepared for. Five years ago wouldn't even have him prepared for something as committed as this moment of promise. Thoughts ran away, and all he could do was just stand there like a douchebag and say nothing to the only man he loved the most.
"I've never stopped thinking about you, Eddie. I hadn't forgot the day we met." Waylon suddenly started, surprising Eddie.
"When we first met, I knew I couldn't escape you. I thought for sure I would have to die, had you got your hands on me. I can't really remember the number of times I wanted to make a farewell video to anyone that found my camcorder..." Waylon continued looking up to Eddie's blue eyes thoughtfully. "But then, I began to understand that... you were just lonely. You're fallable, yes, and you're worlds apart from what happiness is. I thought you just needed someone to hold your hand, and tell you that everything was okay. No one would come back to hurt you again. Because I'm here." Waylon smiled up to Eddie, a lift of his spirit rose when he saw Eddie's face uncertain, but touched. "Now that I think back to those days in the Asylum, I would honestly say that... it was definitely fate's idea!" Waylon grinned widely like a cat, making Eddie grin back with a bubbly chuckle.
Eddie hummed thoughtfully, leaning in to press both their foreheads together. "I would still marry you, Darling." He admitted, eyes soft and drawn. "I would always think of you, nonstop, everytime I'm at home. I want you to be with me, more than anything... More than gold could give me." But he snorted to himself. "I shouldn't be so greedy, though. I tell you that I love you everyday on the phone, on stupid emails, and even on Skype. I've wanted nothing more but to kiss the fucking shit out of you, and then blame you for making me feel so... in love. I've wanted to kidnap you again, and just runaway with you, and keep you for myself... Even in death, I wish to continue holding you. For as long as a millennium..."
"Now," the Sisters spoke loudly in unison, in the shared microphone. "By the power invested in our deity above, and the Shinigami's hand holding onto yours, we entwined your souls into eternity. As we release the dead's blessings, we honor yours."
Was the moment to unleash the hundreds of paper lanterns into the sky. People below the darkness, holding onto their lit lanterns, saw the moment to let them fly. They unhooked their fingers from the bottom of the lanterns, and watched them gently float away into the cold air. A sky full of lighters dotted like a thousands stars, out of the dark, into a world to cherish those that will receive their living ones' love. The twin Sisters let go of a lantern of their own, with the Kanji writing on the paper lantern remembering their passed parents in Salvation.
"Where have you been my whole afterlife?" Eddie asked Waylon, before the two finally kissed under the lights.
"... Ah... Eddie..."
"Hush, Darling..."
After the Shadow Festival fun, Waylon and Eddie called it a night, deciding to drive back now. They were gone for nearly four hours, having a blast together. But all that pumped adrenaline and blood in his veins made Eddie Gluskin one eager man. They were only halfway down the highway, until Eddie decided to turn into a nearby park to have a celebration of his own with his precious Darling man. The two drove up to a dark spot in the park, upon a dreary hill clouded in the night's steam.
Waylon laid sprawled in the backseat if the car, holding onto Eddie's shoulders as the Groom's body hovered closely over his, rolling his hips into his. Lips locked and smacked, as Waylon let out some small moans and grunts as Eddie humped against his aching groin. The two were still dressed, enjoying the rough texture and feeling of their denim jeans rutting against each others' covered crotches, to the sound of their zippers grinding and clanking against each other. It felt more riveting as Eddie had Waylon's leg hoisted up high in the loop of his arm, giving more access to turn him on.
Of course, it was a stupid idea, to be doing something so secret and obscene in a public park. But, honestly, the two horndogs couldn't wait an entire hour to get back to Eddie's unoccupied house. Besides, there was hardly a crowd in the park, and the car windows were heavily tinted, anyways. What could possibly happen?
"Shit, Eddie, stop dry-humping me." Waylon swore quietly, smoothing his hand over Eddie's taut chest. "I need you."
Eddie lapped at Waylon's lips another few times, as he begun undoing his own jeans quick. Waylon did the same, their knuckles brushing against another's as they unbuttoned their flies and slid their belts off. Once Waylon had his jeans undone, Eddie eagerly grabbed for pants-legs and slipped them off fast, then throwing them into the front of the car at its dashboard. And just when the Groom was about to snag his fingers at the hem of the technician's boxers, Waylon reacted quickly and shoved Eddie away.
"Take your clothes off." Waylon purred, hooking his fingers over Eddie's waistcoat collar to pull him in for a quick kiss.
"Oh, so eager." Eddie kissed him a second time, before he allowed him to pull off his tie.
Moments after shucking out of their clothes, and Eddie was sitting squared in the backseat with Waylon in his lap, both stark naked. Eddie's fingers were inside of Waylon's arse, between his legs, as he let his digits prod and pet and brush against his Bride's most sensitive spot. But he noticed as well, even through Waylon's moans and riding on his fingers, that he seemed pliable.
"Have you been playing with yourself, Darling?" Eddie smiled wickedly, as he gave another scratch to that spot. Waylon flinched and writhed, hands gripping at Eddie's broad shoulders for dear life. But he nodded his head fast, rubbing his heaving chest against the other man's. Eddie felt a bolt of lightening shoot down from his spine to his groin. "Have you missed me that much, you whore?" He made a slight face to that question, wondering if it were too soon to call him that.
But Waylon responded with a hand gripping the back of Eddie's head, and smothering their lips together in another wetted kiss. "I am a whore..." Waylon hissed against Eddie's lips. "A fucking whore for you."
Eddie made a satisfied exhale to the sound of that, before pulling his fingers out of his little slut. Waylon wanted to get fucked, and he meant it when he wanted it hard. Eddie shoved him down to his back, with Waylon now laying in-between the driver's and passenger's seats, gripping both the shoulders as Eddie saddled his backside onto his lap, strong hands gripping both hips. Eddie put one leg up underneath of himself, and leaned in between the seats to kiss his date. Waylon wrapped his arms around Eddie's shoulders as they licked each others' tongues.
"Ah-!" Waylon's eyes snapped open when he felt the first thrust of Eddie's impressive length slid inside of him, but felt no pain. He just felt too full. He's fingered himself enough to know just how big Eddie was inside of his hole. Instead, he let out a staggered exhale, looping one arm up to cup the to of Eddie's skull, gripping onto his mohawk. "It's been too long..." He quietly pecked at Eddie's chin, while watching the Groom's face.
Eddie looked ready to fuck him senseless, but held back to not hurt Waylon. When he began pulling back to see any reaction, he saw Waylon make a small twitch of his eye - finally feeling the igniting pain return. Eddie licked his lips, his heart thumping as he saw that look. He almost forgot how much he loved to savor and drink in his Bride's torment. His most vulnerable face he could only look at, and his eyes only. He swooped in fast to kiss at Waylon's lips, tasting his anxiety like candy, and it was still as sweet.
Another thrust into Waylon, and he found his spot.
"Ah - yes!" Waylon gasped out desperately, clawing at Eddie's back with his other hand. "Oh God, please, Eddie...!"
Eddie made his own flashy grin again, before he started rutting into his whiny Bride, both Waylon's legs now up and touching the car ceiling. Waylon began to make obscene gasps and moans as he gripped harder to Eddie's body, his head tilted back and eyes trying to stay open. His spot was being jabbed and jabbed over and over again, his sweaty back sliding back and forth on the divider separating the front seats. He let himself get lost in the moment, being kissed on the chest by his lover and caressed as he wished to be handled. Eddie always did say he would worship him like a trophy.
Eddie's hips rolled against Waylon so thoroughly, his slick muscle sliding in and out of his Darling so smoothly. "My God, Waylon... I would fuck you all night, if I could." He chuckled under his breath, when he saw Waylon crack open one eye at him. "Would you like me to fill you up? Make you whole? You don't have to feel so empty anymore, as long as I'm right here." He smooched his Bride on the wet forehead.
"F-Fuck me, Eddie." Waylon parted his lips to kiss at Eddie's jaw. "Fuck me senseless."
The car began rocking more than before, shifting back and forth as the wild animals in the vehicle were going rampant. Waylon's bottled cries Eddie's has been trying so hard to wring out of him finally uncaged, sweet screams and vulgar talk blaring out louder than the taiko drums at the festival. Eddie was unable to hold himself back, doing as Waylon requested when he asked to get fucked up senselessly. To Eddie's ears, Waylon sounded like a woman getting laid hard like in the explicit pornos. Which was what he liked hearing.
"O-Oh, fuck, Eddie!" Waylon gasped out, digging in deep, red lines into his Groom's back. "I'm gonna come...!" He warned quickly.
"Uh-huh." Eddie panted out fast, still surging his hips into Waylon's, mind-boggled by the intense built-up of pleasure churning in his stomach and midsection. "Kiss me, now. Slut." Eddie demanded in short breaths, using one of his large hands to grab at the side of Waylon's jaw, to have his man looking right at him. Waylon, despite the name he was called by, eagerly moved himself up to smash his lips with Eddie's in another smeary kiss. He held onto him as his arse began to feel raw, and his body shaky.
He held tight to his Groom another time, as that familiar cringe of his end felt high. He broke the kiss to wail out loudly, throwing his head back to his fierce orgasm. His come splashed between their bellies, his hand gripping the back of Eddie's skull hard enough to rip more than a few strands of his short mohawk out.
"Always coming before me." Eddie laughed breathlessly, before thrusting sharply into Waylon with abandon, already rigid to Waylon's keen that had his muscles close tightly around his slicked dick inside his body. Waylon gave Eddie one more hard kiss, cupping both sides of his face, as he let the man surge not him until he was at the peak of his completion. He felt it when Eddie came, from the way he felt his release swirl within him, and how Eddie silently endured the intense keen.
When they had finished, they took a while to come down from their adrenaline high, both sweaty and hot like the pigs they were. Eddie smiled evilly to himself, deciding to admit something to his Darling. "Do you see that, Darling?" Eddie pointed at the driver's side window. Waylon saw that it was cracked open slightly, only enough for fingers to pry through.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" Waylon gasped, covering his mouth in sheer horror. "People could've heard me, Eddie!" He put both his hands over his beet red face, utterly destroyed. "Do you know the sounds I made?! Kids could have heard me!"
Eddie shrugged to that. "I recorded everything on my phone, too."
"Seriously?" Waylon tried finding his clothes from the car floor. "God, the shame!"
"Pure, beautiful shame, Darling." Eddie gave Waylon a hard kiss to Waylon's cheek. "Happy afterlife to you."