Culture Aftershock

by jtrue

A sequel to Culture Shock. Emmett McCarty's Emirati partner Nasir has a new job and a green card, but will their lives together be as easy as they think? And what will happen to Seth and Garrett? SLASH LEMONS MA

21. Chapter 21

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Okay, kids, sorry to have kept you hanging for so long. Time for the grooms to have their wedding night. I am, and will continue to make up for the lightness of lemon flavor in the first part of this book.

Thank you so much for your help, collaboration and brainstorming, my darling sister. I've been so busy, I feel like I've neglected you lately. Giant hugs and kisses. And thank you so much for the dusting.

Happy Turkey Day to my friends in the US. Happy Thursday to everyone else. I'm thankful for my sweet sister and her brilliant mind. I'm thankful for my husband and his big dick. I'm thankful for Kellan and his big bulge. I could go on.

Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions should go do so right now. Links to both stories are in my profile.

WARNING:

This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!

AU/AH/OC

All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.

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Chapter 21: Wedding Night, Part II

Emmett and Nasir gave a last wave to their best men and best friends before the elevator doors closed on the fifth floor. Emmett took Nasir's hand again and smiled into his husband's soft brown eyes. He saw barely contained lust there that matched his own.

"What if I take you right here in this elevator?" Nasir turned to face Emmett.

"Not that I would mind that, but what if there's a camera?" Emmett asked.

"What if I do not care?" Nasir backed Emmett into the wall and placed his hand on the wall next to Emmett's head. He leaned close to until their faces were no more than an inch apart. "I do not mind if security would like to watch me make love to my big, beautiful, American husband."

And then the elevator doors behind Nasir parted on the seventh floor.

"Damn, Babe," Emmett put his hands on Nasir's ribs inside his tux jacket and closed the slight distance to give his husband a soft kiss on his full lips. Nasir gave a smile, took Emmett's hand and led him out of the elevator onto the deserted seventh floor.

It was a very short walk to the double doors of the penthouse Luxury Suite. Nasir produced two key cards from his jacket pocket, handed one to Emmett and with the one he kept, opened the right door. Emmett had not yet been up here and was given some hint at the opulence within by the soft illumination of the Venetian wall sconces in the marble vestibule. There was a powder room on one side and a walk in coat closet on the other. Nasir wanted to give Emmett the full treatment, so the second set of double doors with large panes of frosted and leaded glass were closed.

"Wow, this is nice. Oh, a bathroom. Good," Emmett had his zipper down even before he was in the powder room. "I gotta piss like a race horse," he pulled himself out of his underwear and pants as he stepped up to the bowl. Emmett pulled his foreskin back and let go with a heavy stream. Nasir stepped up behind his man. Even in a tux, even taking a piss, Emmett was sexy.

"I would have preferred that you got naked before you did that," Nasir wrapped his arms around Emmett from behind. "But I can make do."

"Mmm," Emmett closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Nasir kissed the side of his neck just above the collar of his tux shirt.

"Would you like some help with that?" Nasir let his left hand stray down over Emmett's vest, onto the dress pants and finally to where Emmett held himself.

"It's not gonna shake itself," Emmett turned his head and smiled. As Emmett held himself with his right hand, it was easy to hand his soft cock over to Nasir's left hand. He was nearly finished when Nasir took over for him. Emmett closed his eyes and leaned back on his husband as he finished letting his beer and champagne out. Nasir waited for the final dribble and with a gentle hand shook the last drops from Emmett's dick.

Emmett's smile grew as Nasir's fingers didn't stop there. "Okay, you're just fondling me now."

"I am," Nasir admitted freely. "Your big, beautiful cock is in my hand, Habibi. What am I to do?" Nasir rolled Emmett's foreskin down into place and back up again.

"Play with it," Emmett answered his husband's rhetorical question.

"Thank you. I believe I will," Nasir brought his right hand down, handed off, and stuck the fingers of his left hand into Emmett's fly. His own cock began to grow in his pants as he felt the one in his hand begin to plump up.

"You're gonna make me hard," Emmett smiled.

"Thank you. I believe I will," Nasir repeated.

"Don't you have to go?" Emmett asked.

"Actually, I do," Nasir confessed.

"Oh," Emmett stepped aside, out of Nasir's reach. "Turn about is fair play, my sexy Arab husband," he stepped behind Nasir and grabbed his hips. Emmett pushed Nasir forward into place at the bowl they had not yet flushed. "You just relax. I got it," Emmett reached around, unzipped Nasir and reached into his fly to fish his dick out of his underwear. Nasir reached around behind him, between their bodies, to take hold once again of the cock Emmett did not bother to put away, while Emmett pulled his not quite flaccid penis free of his pants.

"There we go," Emmett carefully rolled Nasir's foreskin back and pointed him at the bowl. "Go ahead, Babe."

Nasir gave a sigh as he let his stream go. He closed his eyes. "I could get used to this service."

"Sure," Emmett kissed Nasir's ear, "but what will you do in New York?"

"That is what I have Joel for," Nasir teased as his stream slowed to a dribble.

"Yeah, he's gotta go," Emmett declared. He rested his chin on his husband's shoulder as he shook Nasir off.

"Then what will I do?" Nasir reached up behind him to run his fingers through Emmett's hair.

"I'm gonna hire you a little old lady to make sure what's happening right now," Emmett fondled Nasir's growing cock, "doesn't happen."

"No problem, my habibi," Nasir turned his head to give Emmett a soft kiss on his lips. "I have friends in New York now. I will call Jasper," he leaned forward and flushed the toilet.

"Ha! I'm sure Edward won't mind that any more than I do," Emmett laughed. "C'mon, Nasi. Show me our suite," he took Nasir's hand. They stepped out of the powder room and each took a handle of the leaded glass doors and threw them open.

"Oh, wow," Emmett looked around the opulent suite as they walked into it. Nasir tucked himself back into his pants, but did not bother to zip up. Emmett didn't even do that.

The only illumination in the spacious living room came from the soft glow of the fireplace and a few wall sconces, turned to a dim setting.

Emmett let go of Nasir's hand to walk around the baby grand piano. "There's even a dining room? We can't all fit in there though," he turned back around.

"Allah, that is so hot!" Nasir caught sight of Emmett's dick still hanging out of his pants. "Do not move, Habibi," Nasir walked up to where Emmett stood and knelt down before him.

"I thought we might get undressed first," Emmett smiled down on his partner.

"Resisting the urge to put this in my mouth is more difficult than I can express," Nasir took gentle hold of Emmett's again growing manhood. "But first I want to take your picture," he reached into Emmett's fly.

"You want a picture of me like this?" Emmett asked when his cock and balls hung out his fly.

"Na'am," Nasir confirmed. "Very much I do," he stood up, stepped back and took his cell out of his pocket. "Lean on the piano," Nasir directed. "Where is Dane when I need him?"

"This one is just for you I hope," Emmett smiled.

"For me and the old lady who will replace Joel," Nasir snapped a picture. "Oh, yes," he observed the results on the screen. "Hold still. Not done," Nasir knelt down to the side and took another. The way the head of Emmett's cock just peeked through his foreskin when he was soft made Nasir's mouth water.

"I will look at these pictures on the plane and try very hard not to jack off," Nasir stood up and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"We need to take an international flight again soon," Emmett proposed. "Then you can not only look at it, but suck it too."

"You know I will," Nasir promised.

"I know you have," Emmett remembered it fondly. "Which way is the bedroom?"

"Through here, Habibi," Nasir took Emmett's hand again and guided him toward the far end of the spacious suite. "Balcony overlooking Madison," he gestured to a set of French doors as they passed them.

"Oh, nice," Emmett tried to see out into the night through the panes and only now did he slip his cock and balls back into his pants.

"If I had known about this place when I first moved to Seattle," Nasir thought about it. "No, the Four Seasons is closer to your office."

Through another set of double doors was the also quite spacious bedroom. Dramatic swagged and cascaded drapes framed the headboard of the king size bed. Emmett's luggage waited beside Nasir's in the walk in closet. Seth's unwavering attention to detail even had the usual potted plants replaced by pygmy date palms.

"That bed sure does look inviting," Emmett commented.

"I love Garrett, but he is a poor substitute for you," Nasir placed his cell and wallet on the bedside table on his side.

"I know exactly what you mean. It was nice to have Seth and Edward with me, but all I really wanted was you," Emmett agreed. He pulled his scarf from round his neck and tossed it on the bed. "What?" Emmett asked as Nasir laughed.

"When Edward joined me before we went over to the mansion, he said that he filled in for me last night," Nasir relayed. "He said someone had to keep you happy."

"Well, someone's gotta put his dick in my butt," Emmett played along as he slipped his jacket off as well.

"May I do that tonight?" Nasir smiled.

"Yeah, it would be nice if you would do that for me tonight," Emmett nodded. "Oh, hey, we gotta take extra special care of our cufflinks and Garrett's diamond stud," he carefully removed the stud and set it on his bedside table.

"I always want to wear these like this," Nasir walked around the bed as he removed his cufflinks. "One of yours and one of mine. That was a really special touch, Habibi," he slipped his arms around Emmett from behind and gave him a kiss on the side of his neck.

"I thought so," Emmett agreed. He emptied his pockets as Nasir placed his cufflinks beside Garrett's stud.

"What is this?" Nasir picked up the gold coin just as soon as Emmett set it down.

"Didn't I show you my Hessian ten mark coin?" Emmett asked.

"No," Nasir turned it over.

"Well, in my defense, I was a little preoccupied. I did get married today," Emmett teased.

"I think you can be forgiven," Nasir gave Emmett a gentle kiss on his lips. "But where did you get it?"

"Seth. It was my something old," Emmett stated.

"Your something old?" Nasir did not get it.

"Something old," Emmett pointed to the coin in Nasir's hand. Then he picked up the scarf. "Something new. Something borrowed," he held up Garrett's diamond stud. "And something blue," Emmett unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his already unzipped pants and let them fall. He held up the tails of his tux shirt to show off his snug Diesel boxers.

"I see. It rhymes in English," Nasir nodded.

"That's not all. Wait till you see what's in my shoe," Emmett slipped his shoes off and stepped out of his pants.

"Something other than your foot?" Nasir could not imagine what it might be as Emmett picked up his right shoe and turned it up to dump out the tiny copper coin into his palm.

"A pfennig," Emmett held out his hand to show Nasir.

"Oh, a pfennig," Nasir nodded. "I do not think they use these any more."

"No, they don't. Mom had some old currency and gave this to Seth. This is gonna be my lucky pfennig, the one I had in my shoe when I got married," Emmett showed his sentimental side. "I'm always gonna carry it around in my pocket. This thing," he touched the ten mark coin, "is going in the safe."

"Good idea," Nasir agreed. Knowing where everything was, he walked into the closet to retrieve from their luggage the velvet cufflink box. Nasir held it open while Emmett placed Garrett's diamond and his coin along with their cufflinks for safe keeping.

"Now," Nasir closed the box and set it aside. "I like what you have done here so far," he palmed Emmett generous sex through his snug boxers, "but all this has to go," Nasir gestured to Emmett's yet perfectly intact vest, shirt and tie.

"Excuse me, Sir, but you still even have your pants on," Emmett protested. Save for his dinner jacket and his unzipped fly, Nasir was completely dressed. Nasir began to unbutton Emmett's vest and Emmett did the same for Nasir. Nasir loosened Emmett's tie and pulled it from his neck, and again Emmett did the same. Emmett was taken by surprise, though he really should not have been given his life partner's propensity for it, but as he reached for the button at Nasir's collar, Nasir took hold of Emmett's shirt and ripped it open. An event that went straight to Emmett's cock every time. Even as the buttons from Emmett's shirt rained about their feet, Nasir pushed Emmett back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Nas-," Emmett barely got the start of his husband's name out before Nasir's mouth covered his own. Nasir growled into Emmett's mouth as he plundered the prone man's depths. Emmett closed his eyes and let his own tongue welcome the invader with gentle caresses. He gave a soft moan into Nasir's mouth as his husband kissed him with such passion and hunger, that always made him weak. And when Nasir was able to elicit such moans from Emmett with his kiss, it went straight to his dick. Both men were throbbingly erect when Nasir broke their kiss. Nasir smiled when he saw that he had made Emmett breathless.

"You said to me long ago," Nasir kissed Emmett's hairy chin, "that if I kissed you like that," he turned his head to give a wet kiss on Emmett's adams apple, "you would be mine," he kissed Emmett's collar bone, "forever," Nasir finished with a kiss in the valley between Emmett's huge pecs.

"I hope the fact that I just married you proves it, but please don't let that stop you from kissing me like that," Emmett requested.

Nasir moved back up and brought his face right to Emmett's. "Never, my beautiful habibi," Nasir whispered against Emmett's mouth before he gave Emmett a gentle, loving kiss. And then Emmett decided to use his considerable strength to his advantage. He grabbed Nasir's ribs and threw him to the side.

"Oh, ho!" Nasir was both surprised and amused as he was suddenly and forceably thrown down onto his back on the bed. "My big habibi teddy bear wants to play!" Nasir smiled as Emmett straddled him.

"Your big habibi teddy bear wants his hot Arab naked," Emmett took fistfuls of Nasir's tux shirt and ripped it open just as Nasir had done to him. "Mmm. Fuck yeah," he raked his fingertips across Nasir's freshly exposed hairy pecs.

"Hey, I am the top!" Nasir poked Emmett in his left pec.

"How about you handle this first, top," Emmett leaned back to emphasize the enormous bulge that his snug little boxers could barely contain.

"Allah!" Nasir's eyes went wide with lust as he ran his fingertips over his husband's confined meat. "It wants in my mouth," Nasir spoke for Emmett's cock as he gripped it in the strained boxers.

"Yes, Babe, yes it does," Emmett confirmed. "And, um, say, hunky, sexy Arab top, what is that poking me in my butt?"

"Oh, can you feel that?" Nasir flexed his hips to grind his unfortunately still clothed erection into his lover's ass.

"Mmm, hmm," Emmett smiled as he began to rub his butt on Nasir's crotch. Nasir continued to grope Emmett's big, hard dick through his underwear.

"So, what do I have to do to convince you to get out of these pants?" Emmett asked as he reached down between his own legs and tugged on Nasir's belt buckle.

"Not a thing. I am convinced," Nasir assured. "The day I got out of that limo with my family and saw you standing there, I was convinced."

"Yeah, I remember that day," Emmett smiled down at his husband.

"You might need to get off of me for a moment," Nasir pointed out.

"Just as soon as I'm ready," Emmett took fistfuls of Nasir's buttonless tux shirt again as he leaned down and attached his lips to Nasir's left nipple.

"Umm," Nasir felt Emmett's tongue wash over his nipple as his shirt was pulled out of his pants. Emmett teased the soft, brown nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth. He ran his tongue in a wide swath through the trimmed black fur across Nasir's pec, down into the even more densely hairy valley between, back up onto Nasir's right pec, stopping finally at his other nipple. Emmett stretched himself out and laid fully on his lover as he gently suckled on Nasir's right nipple.

"Ahh," Nasir ran his hands over the muscles in Emmett's broad back as the bigger man humped slowly at him, grinding their erections together. Emmett ran his hands up over Nasir's shoulders, pushing the tux shirt off of him.

"I love the feel of your facial hair on my chest!" Nasir ran the fingers of one hand through the hair on Emmett's head.

"Now you know how it is for me," Emmett spoke against Nasir's nipple.

"I cannot wait to feel it on my balls!" Nasir enthused.

"Oh, you will," Emmett gave Nasir's chest a last slow lick, plastering the hair to the darker man's skin. "Now," he sat up, "let's get you out of these pants."

Nasir just smiled up at Emmett as the stronger man unbuckled his belt, pulled it from around him and dropped it on the floor. He ran his hands up Emmett's hairy thighs as Emmett unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his pants. Emmett spread open Nasir's dress pants and reached into them.

"I think this wants in my mouth too," Emmett smiled as his fingers played along Nasir's erect length through his underwear.

"It wants everything," Nasir clarified.

"Well, I like to give my hot, sexy husband's, mouth watering cock what it wants," Emmett assured as he continued to grope Nasir.

"Yes, Habibi, you should always do that," Nasir agreed. Emmett climbed down off the bed and took hold of the waistbands of both underwear and pants. Nasir lifted his butt and Emmett pulled both down. The stiff Arab pole flopped onto Nasir's furry abdomen as it was freed. Emmett pulled Nasir's pants and snug boxers free of the darkly furry legs and feet, and tossed them over his shoulder. He paused only briefly, with his goal now clearly in sight, to pulled off Nasir's socks as well.

"Oh, you are so fucking hot," Emmett ran his hands up Nasir's legs as he crawled into place between them. He laid down on his stomach and closed his eyes as he nuzzled the big Arab stones in their shaved sac.

"Allah!" Nasir threw his head back and his very hard cock gave a jump as he felt not only Emmett's full lips, but the hair above Emmett's top lip, and patch beneath Emmett's bottom lip, as they were drawn over his scrotum and back.

"Mmm," Emmett breathed in deeply though his nose. Nothing turned Emmett McCarty on more than the scent of Nasir bin Omar al Qasimi's balls. "Fuck, do you smell good," Emmett sighed. He gave each heavy orb a wet kiss in their smooth sac. Emmett lifted himself up and gave quick, tiny cat licks across Nasir's balls and up onto his dick.

"Huh!" Nasir lifted his head off the mattress as these quick, little licks continued up his cock along his sensitive cum tube. Emmett caught the leaking head of his husband's penis in his mouth when it gave a jump again. He just held the snake's head in his mouth as he wrapped his hand around Nasir and gave him a long, slow stroke.

"Mmm," Emmett tasted and loved the precum that oozed out into his mouth. And he, like Seth did with Garrett, very much enjoyed inserting his tongue inside Nasir's generous cowl. Having just given Nasir a stroke, now was the perfect time with Nasir's skin rolled completely up onto his head. Emmett slipped his tongue into Nasir's sleeve.

"Oh, I love when you do that," Nasir closed his eyes as he felt Emmett's tongue move slowly back and forth on his head within his foreskin. Another thing that made this activity so enjoyable for Emmett, aside from the obvious one of having his lips on his partner's penis, was that when Nasir leaked, as he always did, it was directly onto Emmett's tongue. Emmett craved his husband's semen, and a close second to it, was Nasir's precum. Emmett moved his hand down. In giving Nasir another stroke, Nasir's foreskin rolled down off of his head and Emmett's tongue, and then back up again. This had the desired result in producing more ooze and both men moaned.

"Hey, Habibi, now you have too much on," Nasir lifted his head to look down. "Your big, beautiful cock wants in my mouth too. Bring it up here before it rips itself free of those poor boxers."

"You think my dick will tear itself out of my underwear?" Emmett smiled up at his lover's face as he gave Nasir long, slow strokes.

"If it does not, I will," Nasir promised.

"Well," Emmett gave a lick at Nasir's leaking head as he slowly jacked him, "what if I can't bear to take my lips off this," another lick, "perfect," and another lick, "luscious," yet another lick, "Arab cock?" Finally Emmett closed his mouth around Nasir's head and just stroked Nasir into his mouth.

"I think we can figure out a way to do both," Nasir stated the obvious.

"Oh, no," Emmett shook head head. "If you suck me while I have this dick that turns me on so much in my mouth, we both won't wanna stop and we'll come that way."

"We have done that before. I like it!" Nasir enthused.

"Well, I do too, Babe. You know I do. I love it actually, but this is way too important a night to do that," Emmett reasoned. "I married you today! We need to make love fully and completely. I need you inside me.'

"I am the top. Do as I say. Bring that big, beautiful cock up here and smack my face with it," Nasir commanded as he leaned up on his elbows. Emmett gave Nasir a mischievous smile. He backed off the bed to stand on the floor.

"What, this cock?" Emmett looked down at himself and then watched Nasir's face as he ran his fingers over his huge bulge. "You want this cock right here?"

"Na'am, I do," Nasir's lust filled eyes were glued to Emmett's fingers as they traced and teased the club stretching the snug boxers.

"You want me to hit you in the face with my big dick?" Emmett continued to talk dirty.

"Then I will take it down my throat," Nasir agreed with a nod. Emmett looked down on Nasir, naked and quiveringly hard, save for the tux shirt that hung off his shoulders.

Emmett's smirk faded. "Fuck, are you hot," he snatched up his cell from the bedside table. "Don't move."

Nasir smiled as Emmett snapped his picture.

"Okay, don't smile this time. Give me smouldering sexy," Emmett directed. Nasir lowered his head a little, let his mouth drop open slightly, and nailed it.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Emmett snapped the picture again. "Lay back now. Perfect. Okay, now raise one leg."

"Like this?" Nasir bent his right knee and put his foot flat on the bed.

"Exactly like that," Emmett clicked again. "Oh, my God!" he was struck with sudden inspiration. "Go put your ghutra and bisht back on!"

"You want me to get dressed again?" Nasir sat up.

"No, incredibly sexy man, I want you to get rid of this," Emmett pulled Nasir's tux shirt from his arms, "and put on your ghutra and bisht. Just your ghutra and bisht."

"We do not wear a bisht with nothing under it!" Nasir laughed as he rose, now completely naked, from the bed.

"Tonight you do," Emmett dictated.

"Then I will be," Nasir stepped up to Emmett and just barely brushed their lips together as he palmed Emmett's giant bulge, "right back."

"Hurry," Emmett bid the hot, round, furry Arab backside as Nasir walked into the big closet.

It took Nasir no more than a minute to dig out and put on his taqiyah, ghutra and igal, and then slip into his bisht.

"Oh, shit!" Emmett groped himself as Nasir appeared in the doorway. Nasir wore a smile as he struck a pose, leaning his shoulder on the closet doorjamb and holding the right side of the heavily gold trimmed, flowing garment so that it was completely clear that he wore nothing beneath, but his sex was, just barely, covered.

"Don't move! Jesus, is that sexy," Emmett held up his phone.

"Peace be upon him," Nasir recited the required line he didn't really believe in with a sly smile.

"I know what I wanna do with this piece," Emmett quipped. "Okay, come stand over here. Just look straight ahead, arms at your sides," Emmett posed his husband. In this way the bisht hung open and from the side profile, Nasir's cock, now at half mast, still stuck out considerably.

"Fuck," Emmett admired as he took the shot from the side.

"What are you going to do with these pictures?" Nasir asked with a grin.

"Jack off!" Emmett admitted freely. "When I get to New York next week, my phone's gonna be crusty!"

Nasir laughed at that, but the image in his mind of Emmett masturbating and making himself come went straight to his dick.

"Now stand in this doorway," Emmett moved to the open double doors to the huge living room. "Put your arm up to lean on the doorway, all casual like," Emmett continued to direct. Nasir put his arm up to lean on this doorjamb on his elbow and let his bisht hang open.

"Sexy, sultry," Emmett coached when Nasir just naturally smiled. "God, Babe, how is it every modeling agency in New York hasn't beaten down the door?"

"They have, but they want me to do porn," Nasir teased.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Emmett shook his head.

"I told them I would only do so with you. When they see your picture, they will offer you millions," Nasir assured.

"I'm sure not gonna let someone film us having sex!" Emmett laughed. "Except maybe Dane, but that would have to be only for us."

Nasir made a face as he seriously considered that.

"Okay, one more, but I want you hard," Emmett decided.

"But, Emmett, I am not hard anymore," Nasir played as he followed Emmett out into the living room.

"You let me worry about that. Sit right here," Emmett pointed to a sofa near the fireplace. "Lean back."

Nasir did as he was told and Emmett climbed onto the sofa on his knees astride Nasir, grabbed the ghutra covered head, and pulled it into his crotch. Nasir loved having his face pressed into Emmett's obscene bulge. The stronger man was not quite fully erect any longer, but Nasir's appreciative lips against him soon cured that.

"Mmm," Nasir's tongue found the dark wet spot where Emmett had leaked through his boxers. He reached up as he mouthed at Emmett's huge bone through his underwear and pushed the open tux shirt off the broad, muscular shoulders. Emmett tossed the buttonless shirt aside and pulled back to stand before the sofa.

"Allah! Hand me that phone," Nasir held out his hand. Emmett did not hesitate to hand it over.

"Grab it," Nasir posed. "Give me your beautiful, sexy smile," he snapped a picture of Emmett gripping his big, hard dick in his small, snug boxers with his typical, sweet and sexy smile. "Send this to my phone please," Nasir admired the picture on the screen.

"I'm not gonna send it anywhere else! Now, let me see if there isn't something I can do to make you hard again," Emmett knelt down on the floor between Nasir's legs.

"I already am ha-ard," Nasir pointed out the obvious as Emmett took him in his mouth. The feel and scent of Emmett's thinly clad crotch in his face was all it took. Emmett could clearly see that his husband was erect, but he wanted him throbbingly hard for the last shot he wanted to take.

"Hoh, Emmett!" Nasir's entire body tensed as his bone sank into Emmett's throat. Emmett worked all nine Arab inches down his throat. He moved his tongue slowly and sensually against Nasir's buried cum tube which, in this position was in exactly the right place.

"Allah!" Nasir summoned the whit to aim Emmett's phone again and took a picture of Emmett's nose and mouth pressed into his neatly trimmed, dark pubes. Emmett slowly pulled up far enough to take a needed breath through his nose, and then started to suck.

"Ugh," Nasir tried to force his body to relax as Emmett's mouth rode up and down his hard, leaking pole. Emmett let all thoughts leave his mind and closed his eyes. He massaged Nasir's shaft with his lips and his more sensitive cum tube with his tongue as he bobbed his head on the tall Arab spike. Contentment was Nasir's cock in his mouth. And the one thing better than Nasir's hard cock in his mouth, was Nasir's hard cock squirting off in his mouth. Emmett forgot all about the picture he wanted to take as his mouth rode his husband's bone. All he could think about was how good, and right, and perfect Nasir, his life partner, his husband, felt in his mouth. In that moment, Emmett could have sucked Nasir all night long.

"Emmett, that feels so good," Nasir murmured as Emmett expertly fellated him. Emmett ran his hands up Nasir's hairy thighs. One hand continued up to Nasir's chest to run through the hair there and play with a nipple, while the other was distracted by the swollen balls in their smooth sac. Nasir made no attempt at all at control, but let his fingers move through Emmett's hair as the kneeling man's head moved up and down his joint. Nasir was perfectly willing to let his lover suck him for as long as he desired.

"Huh, Habibi, do you want me to come this way?" Nasir asked when it began to seem that was the case, and his orgasm drew ever closer.

Nasir's words brought Emmett's thoughts back into focus. Emmett took hold of the throbbing spike and slowly pulled his mouth off of Nasir.

"It's so hard to stop sucking your dick," Emmett confessed as he looked up into his lover's soft brown eyes.

"Then do not," Nasir put a hand to the back of Emmett's head and gently pulled him back onto his engorged organ. Emmett maintained eye contact with his partner as he willingly took the cock he craved back in his mouth. He went down slightly more than half way on Nasir this time and just held it there as he set his tongue in motion against Nasir's sensitive cum tube.

"Ugh," Nasir wanted to close his eyes as he felt Emmett's tongue move on him, but his lover's crystal blues held his gaze. Emmett liked to look into Nasir's eyes while he sucked him. The pleasure he could give Nasir was more than clear by the way Nasir's moist, full lips were slightly parted and his eyes were heavily lidded. Emmett broke eye contact finally as he launched on a series of fast, hard, deep sucks.

"Hoh!" Nasir's body stiffed again as Emmett suddenly drove him quickly toward orgasm. "Emmett!"

And just as suddenly as he began, Emmett stopped and pulled off of Nasir again. He smiled up at Nasir as the his lover visibly relaxed again.

"I do wanna drink your cum, Nasi, I really do," Emmett massaged Nasir's darkly hairy thighs. "But I need you to take me," he picked up his cell from where Nasir left it on the sofa next to him. "One more. Stroke yourself for me."

"I do not know if I should," Nasir took hold of his throbbing cock as instructed, but just held it. "You got me close."

"How hot would it be to watch you jack off, live and in person?" Emmett thought about that for all of one second. "But no," he shook his head. "I would never just let you take care of yourself while I'm here. That's my job," Emmett remained on his knees, but moved to the side. "Lean your head back. Stroke yourself nice and slow. Close your eyes like you're thinking about me."

"I am thinking about you!" Nasir expressed even as he did as he was told. "I am thinking about your incredible mouth. I am thinking about your big, beautiful cock. I am especially thinking about the ass I am going to bury myself in."

"Yeah, me too," Emmett took the shot. He moved back around between Nasir's legs and then sat back on the floor in front of him. Emmett just watched Nasir masturbate for a moment. He swallowed hard and his own dick flexed within his stretched out underwear as Nasir's precum ran down to Nasir's fingers.

"I am leaking," Nasir opened his eyes and looked down on the lust filled face of his life partner.

"Yes you are," Emmett's voice was thick with his lust.

"I am going to get cum on my bisht," Nasir stated.

"No, you're not," Emmett leaned forward on his fists. Nasir held his mast forward and continued to slowly stroke himself as Emmett's tongue ran up his frenulum. Emmett then closed his lips around Nasir's head.

"Umm," Nasir jacked himself into Emmett's mouth.

"Okay, this really is the last one," Emmett sat back on the floor again and held up his phone. "Just hold your dick. Look at me. Give me that sexy Nasi smile," he choreographed. Nasir moved his hand to the base of his cock and just held it up as he looked down on Emmett with a grin.

"This one'll make me come just looking at it," Emmett commented as he took the final picture. He tossed his cell onto the sofa as he rose to his feet. "Alright, you hot Arab," Emmett put his thumbs into the waistband of his Diesel boxers and shoved them down. His big cock swung free as it was released from it's prison. The underwear fell to Emmett's ankles and he kicked them away as he took hold of his club. "Put your lips on this," Emmett commanded as he stepped up to the sofa between Nasir's legs.

"With great pleasure," Nasir sat up and put his hands on Emmett's muscular thighs as he placed his mouth on the big, wet tip of his lover's penis. As Nasir's mouth closed around the head of his prick, Emmett gave himself a stroke.

"Mmm!" Nasir thrilled to the precum that surged out directly onto his tongue. He needed no encouragement to take more of Emmett's thick cock in his mouth. Emmett found it very arousing to watch the ghutra clad head go down on him.

"Oh, fuck," Emmett swore as his post sank into the hot, wet confines of his husband's talented throat. Nasir grabbed Emmett's solid glutes and pulled as he worked every fat McCarty inch down his throat.

"Nasi, shit!" Emmett tossed his head back as his husband's nose reached his trimmed pubes and hairy chin pressed into his balls. Emmett's knees grew weak as Nasir set his tongue in motion along Emmett's sensitive underside.

"Hoh, my God!" Emmett grabbed Nasir's head for support as he felt Nasir swallow around him. He bent his knees slightly as he clutched to the head that engulfed his thick, throbbing cock. Nasir couldn't breathe and right now, he didn't want to. His left hand remained on Emmett's flexing glute while he moved his right to grasp the swollen McCarty jewels. Nasir massaged the big nuts with gentle fingers and the muscular glute with a much firmer touch. Nasir pushed himself, and Emmett, until his lungs burned. He pulled back just enough to suck in a much needed breath through his nose.

"Oh, yeah," Emmett relaxed his grip on his lover's head as Nasir caught a breath and the pressure eased. But the respit was short lived. His oxygen supply temporarily renewed, Nasir took Emmett in his throat again.

"Oh, no!" Emmett protested as the incredible tongue set to work against his cum tube and Nasir swallowed around him again. Nasir tugged lightly on Emmett's stones and made sure the smooth sac rubbed against his hairy chin.

"Fuck, Nasi!" Emmett took a step back. "God damn!" he pulled himself from Nasir's mouth and gripped his throbbing mast. "You got me ready to blow and you haven't even started to suck me yet!"

"Then let me suck you," Nasir moved forward off of the sofa onto his knees in an effort to recapture the thick McCarty weapon in his mouth.

"Okay, it's time to get out of this," Emmett continued to hold himself with his right hand and reached for Nasir's ghutra with his left. Nasir could not have agreed more. He swept his ghutra, igal and taqiyah off of his head all at once with one swipe and let them fall where they may. He shrugged his bisht off of his shoulders and let that fall to the floor as well. Both naked at last, Nasir moved forward on his knees and caught the tip of Emmett's penis with his lips.

"Noo," Emmett teased and stepped back again.

"Please, Habibi, let me suck you," Nasir begged. "I want to suck you. I need to suck you."

"Well, since you asked so nice," Emmett walked to the sofa and seated himself right where Nasir had been.

"Mmm!" Nasir licked his chops as Emmett held out his big dick most invitingly. On hands and knees Nasir closed the distance and ran his tongue slowly through Emmett's weeping slit, as Emmett held his fat joint for him.

"Yeah, you like that?" Emmett gave himself a stroke and before the precum that welled in his deep slit could run down him, Nasir's tongue caught it again.

"I love it," Nasir confessed. "I love how you leak," he finally closed his mouth around the snake's head and teased Emmett's frenulum with his tongue.

"Hmm, just like that, Babe," Emmett continued to hold his cock at the base while his partner applied his lips and tongue to it. Nasir moved forward to take a couple thick inches of McCarty in his mouth in an almost suck, and just slowly pulled his mouth back off. He did this several times. Emmett gave a low, almost moaning sigh as he closed his eyes. Nasir closed his eyes as well. He brought up one hand to fondle and tug on Emmett's big balls as he took over half of Emmett in his mouth. Emmett let go of himself. He didn't need to hold his cock now.

"Ugh," Emmett felt his lover move his mouth up and then move down to take even more of him. Nasir truly knew heaven when he spent himself inside Emmett, and when he sucked Emmett's cock. Nasir slowly picked up the pace as he moved his mouth up and down Emmett's iron hard shaft. The strong muscles of Emmett's body slowly tightened as he did so. Emmett was like a great, beautiful, hot spring that Nasir wound with his mouth.

"Oh, go slow, Nasi, go slow," Emmett put the hand he was using to hold himself on Nasir's head to encourage him to slow down. For his part, Nasir didn't mind that one bit. Emmett could throb and leak in his mouth all night long, as far as Nasir was concerned. Nasir slowed his pace to a torturous crawl. He kept his tongue in equally slow motion on Emmett's sensitive cum tube as he drew his lips up the thick shaft and sank back down.

"Ugh, fuck," Emmett swore as he close his eyes, let his head fall back against the sofa and let his arms lay limp at his sides. At this slow pace, Nasir probably wouldn't get him off, but it would keep Emmett on the edge. And both men were just fine with that. Nasir brought the thumb and forefinger of each hand to the base of Emmett's fat prick to coat them with his saliva. He then reached for the big, pert nipples that turned him on so.

"Shit!" Emmett hissed as the slick fingers worked his nipples at the same pace Nasir's mouth rode his engorged cock. "Nasi, you gotta stop now," Emmett urged. But he made no attempt to stop his lover and Nasir paid him no mind. Nasir just wanted to go on sucking Emmett's big dick, nice and slow, and he didn't care for how long. He resolved that he was not going to try to make Emmett come now, but should his mouth suddenly be flooded with hot McCarty oil, if he just kept going as he was, Nasir wouldn't mind that at all.

"Nasi, I don't wanna come like this, not tonight," Emmett made another protest, but again made no move to stop Nasir. The kneeling Arab continued to make slow, gentle, torturous love to his husband's throbbing cock. Finally Emmett roused himself and looked down on Nasir as his skilled lover's mouth drew him ever closer, albeit slowly, toward the brink. He took hold of Nasir's head and slowly pulled his lover's mouth off of himself.

"Fuck," Emmett allowed himself to relax. "Damn, Babe, you are so good at that."

"Everything I know, I learned from you," Nasir moved one hand to cup Emmett's heavy stones, "but why did you stop me? I want to go on sucking you."

"I'm edging too close," Emmett stated.

"Then come. I want it. I will not stop," Nasir outlined his plan. "I will go on sucking you until you come again."

"That sounds really nice," Emmett put a hand to Nasir's face, "but tonight I want to come with you. It would mean a lot to me."

"It would mean a lot to me too," Nasir smiled up at his husband. Then he ran his tongue across Emmett's smooth scrotum and up his cum tube to his leaking head.

"Ugh. Just come up here and kiss me," Emmett urged. Nasir just smirked and climbed up onto his lover. He wrapped his arms around Emmett's neck as he straddled Emmett and more or less sat on the stronger man's lap. In this way both hard cocks pressed against each other as the men opened their mouths to each other.

Nasir started out aggressive, the kind of kiss that made Emmett weak, but softened it to just gently and lovingly move his tongue against Emmett's in each of their mouths. Emmett moaned into Nasir's mouth and both dicks flexed against each other. He ran his hands over Nasir's ribs and back as they kissed. Nasir normally took Emmett's mouth over his top lip, and this time was no exception, but he also switched to suck Emmett's bottom lip into his mouth.

"Fuck, you are such a great kisser," Emmett complimented when they finally broke their kiss. "No wonder I married you."

"I thought it was for my cock," Nasir teased.

"That too," Emmett smiled.

"And my sexy, hairy chest," Nasir leaned back and when he did Emmett bowed his head to give a lick in the furry valley between Nasir's pecs.

"That too," Emmett repeated.

"My very manly beard," Nasir went on.

"Absolutely," Emmett agreed.

"What else?" Nasir asked.

"Your mind, your smile, everything!" Emmett wrapped his arms around Nasir's torso and bear hugged his husband.

"Doh!" Nasir was taken by surprise as the air was pressed from his lungs.

"I love everything about you! You're my Nasi, my Arab prince," Emmett relaxed his grip lest he hurt his partner, but still held him snugly as he nuzzled into Nasir's throat. He nudged Nasir's hairy chin up to give him greater access and planted wet kisses on Nasir's adam's apple.

"I love you, Habibi," Nasir said with a sigh as he enjoyed Emmett's loving lips on his throat.

"Hey, wanna play in the shower?" Emmett asked.

"Oh, we could do that," Nasir agreed. "It has been a long time since we did that."

"I need somebody to wash my balls for me," Emmett gave a grin.

"I would be delighted to pay careful attention to your balls for you," Nasir lowered his head and gave Emmett a soft kiss on his lips. "And I will give equal, special attention to your beautiful ass."

"Oh, yes, please," Emmett smiled. "You might even have to stick your dick all the way up there!"

"My Emmett," Nasir put a hand on Emmett's shoulder and wore as serious a face as he could muster, "if that is what you need, I will do it for you."

"You're such a good husband," Emmett smiled.

"I want to be a very good husband," Nasir nodded. He leaned in to run his tongue along the edge of Emmett's top lip. "Are you ready to get in the shower now?"

"Yeah, let's go," Emmett rubbed Nasir's furry glutes. "Quick, before I stick my dick up this sexy Arab ass."

Nasir laughed as he climbed off of Emmett to his feet. He took Emmett's hand and led him back into the bedroom and through to the spacious Venetian marble bathroom, both men's hard cock's swinging before them. Nasir flipped on the easily found illuminated switch, revealing the long vanity with double sinks, a big whirlpool bath and a big, walk in, clear glass enclosed shower.

"Wow, why isn't our master bath at home like this, huh?" Emmett commented.

"It is. You just haven't seen it yet," Nasir smiled.

"No, shit? It's like this?" Emmett gestured.

"Not light marble like this. Our bathroom has bright, Moorish tiles and vessel sinks. The light fixtures feel very Moroccan," Nasir relayed.

"But his and his sinks, a big tub like this for two, and a shower you could fix six guys in?" Emmett gestured.

"Yes," Nasir confirmed.

"It sounds great!" Emmett enthused.

"I hate it," Nasir said simply.

"Why?" Emmett heard nothing he did not like.

"I do not like that style," Nasir shook his head.

"It sounds really nice, Nasi," Emmett ran a finger up Nasir's bare arm to his shoulder. "I might just be tempted to take a shower with you next week too."

"I would like that very much," Nasir took a step, heading for the shower, and stopped to look down. "Oh! I dripped on my foot," he found that very amusing.

"Oh, yeah?" Emmett dropped to his knees. "Let me check," he bent down and lowered his face to Nasir's left foot. Sure enough, a heavy drop of dick drool had landed on the top of Nasir's foot. Emmett leaned down further and ran his tongue along the sexy, dark trail of hair that ran up Nasir's foot. Emmett then sat up and smiled, thinking what he did was goofy, but kinda sexy.

"You can have it from the source," Nasir gripped Emmett's hair with one hand and took hold of his half hard cock with the other. He moved his skin off of his wet head with a down stroke as he fed his meat entirely into Emmett's mouth. Nasir gave himself a slow proper stroke with his fingers as he pulled himself back out of Emmett's mouth.

"Mmm!" Emmett closed his eyes at the surge of precum on his tongue. "Fuck, you taste good," he licked his lips. Nasir just smiled and walked into the shower to start the water. Emmett climbed back to his feet and followed his partner. They moved into the spray as it warmed up and into each other's arms. Emmett's arms just naturally went around Nasir's shoulders while Nasir wrapped his around Emmett's muscular torso. They closed their eyes and while not kissing, rested their faces against each other. Emmett and Nasir just held each other in the warm cascading water for several minutes. They hugged with their whole bodies. Neither man was fully erect, but neither were they flaccid. Both men's arousal was abated for the moment as they cherished the loving comfort of each other's embrace.

It was Emmett who opened his eyes first. He moved his head back just enough to look into his partner's soft brown eyes. Both men could clearly see the love in each other's eyes. Emmett moved a hand to Nasir's face. He gently rubbed his thumb over the edge of Nasir's mustache, the corner of Nasir's mouth and down to the hair on his chin.

"You're my husband," Emmett spoke with a warm smile.

"For always, my habibi zawji," Nasir raised a hand to Emmett's face as well. He caressed Emmett's cheek with his thumb. "And you are mine. Thank you for being my zawji."

"Of course I am. We belong to each other, Nasi," Emmett continued to caress Nasir's face with his fingers, tracing the edges of his beard.

"This is truly the happiest day of my life. It means so much to me," Nasir confessed.

"Me too, Nasi, me too," Emmett assured in a gentle, loving voice.

"I am sorry that I have to leave you again tomorrow," Nasir's regret and sadness were clear in his voice.

"No, Babe, don't think about that. This is our wedding night. We're together. Only happy thoughts tonight," Emmett gave his husband a sweet and loving kiss on his lips. "I love you."

"I love you, Emmett," Nasir wrapped both arms around Emmett and held him tightly. Emmett closed his eyes and ran the fingers of one hand through Nasir's thick, black hair as he held his husband. Nasir didn't expect it when it happened, but Emmett stepped them both right under the water so that it rained down over their heads.

"Would you like your hair washed, Sir?" Emmett asked as he let go of Nasir and reached for the shampoo.

"Oh, yes, please," Nasir wiped water out of his eyes. Emmett poured some of the Alterna Caviar shampoo they were both so fond of into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and applied them to Nasir's head. Nasir closed his eyes and ran his hands up Emmett's ribs as Emmett worked the shampoo into his hair and massaged his scalp with firm, yet gentle fingers. Emmett lovingly ran his fingers through Nasir's lathered hair and all over his head. He worked Nasir's side burns with his thumbs.

"Okay, rinse," Emmett directed. He reached for the hotel provided shower gel which, interestingly enough, smelled remarkably like their caviar shampoo, while Nasir rinsed his hair. Nasir stepped out of the water and wiped his eyes again as Emmett's soapy hands ran over his furry pecs.

"Now for the fun part," Emmett smiled as he worked the soap into a lather in his husband's chest hair. "Lift up," he urged. Nasir struck a sexy pose with his hands behind his head to allow Emmett access to his trimmed, but still hairy pits.

"Say, you're kinda sexy," Emmett smiled as he massaged is husband's armpits with his soapy fingers.

"Sethy says that is calling the tea pot, something," Nasir slaughtered the old saying.

"Pot calling the kettle black," Emmett chuckled.

"Yes," Nasir lowered his arms. "Why can I not remember that?"

"I don't know," Emmett poured more gel into his hands, "but it's damn cute the way you mess it up!"

"I am glad you think so," Nasir smiled as Emmett's soapy hands moved down his abdomen and through his trimmed pubes.

"Oh, look," Emmett said as if he just discovered his husband had a cock and balls. "These are my favorite parts to wash," his soapy hand curled around Nasir's now mostly soft penis. He gently massaged Nasir's testicles in their smooth sac with his other soapy hand. Emmett smiled as he ever so gently rolled Nasir's foreskin back and ran one soapy finger around Nasir's sensitive head.

"The service at this spa is so thorough," Nasir commented.

"Yeah? Wait till I get on my knees," Emmett teased.

"Oh, yes, please," Nasir smiled. Emmett paused to get just a little more gel, rubbed his hands together and stepped to Nasir's side. In this way it was easy to both fondle Nasir, and slip his soapy hand into the darkly furry crack.

"Oh!" Nasir's eyebrows went up and his dick responded in Emmett's hand as the soapy fingers teased his hole. "Habibi, you are driving me crazy!"

"Yeah? Does my hot Arab customer like it when I play with his ass, and rub his balls?" Emmett asked. He gently massaged Nasir's scrotum, with the now half hard darker snake laying heavily over his hand, while he moved his hand in Nasir's soapy crack and fingered his hole.

"Allah!" Nasir arched his back as Emmett's middle finger eased inside him. It was just to the first knuckle, not nearly enough to reach his prostate, but it felt damn good.

Emmett ran his soapy hand along Nasir's ever hardening bone. "Feel good?"

"Na'am!" Nasir confirmed. "Let me take you to the spa now. Get in the water," he commanded as he reached for the shampoo bottle.

"Oh, you want to wash me?" Emmett played as he stepped into the stream to get his hair wet.

"I am going to do so much more than wash you," Nasir assured. It was not quite as easy for him to wash Emmett's hair as his husband was an inch taller, but Nasir still enjoyed doing it. Emmett closed his eyes and gave a sigh as he relaxed into Nasir's gentle touch. He enjoyed Nasir's loving fingers as they massaged his scalp. Nasir took great care to get Emmett's sideburns as well, just as Emmett had done with him.

'There. Rinse your hair now, my big, beautiful, American zawji," Nasir instructed. Emmett tilted his head back as he stepped back into the spray. Nasir grabbed the shower gel and was more than ready when Emmett stepped back into reach.

"Oh, yes," Nasir enthused as he ran his soapy hand over his husband's massive chest.

"Mmm," Emmett enjoyed the gentle massage Nasir's thumbs gave his nipples. Nasir ran his hands up onto Emmett's broad shoulders, down over the well developed deltoids, and onto his husband's bulging triceps and biceps.

"Now you must lift your arms," Nasir directed.

"Like this?" Emmett stepped to the side, leaned back on the glass enclosure and reached up behind his head to hold onto the top of the clear glass wall.

"Allah, where is my phone when I need it?" Nasir stepped up to his muscular husband and ran his soapy hands over Emmett's big pecs and into his armpits. Emmett closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the glass as Nasir's fingers drew through his hair and massaged his pits. Nasir did not step back and took great pleasure in running his hands slowly down Emmett's body, over his rippled abs and down to Emmett's trimmed pubes. Nasir smiled as he hesitated there, slowly and gently working the soap into more lather in Emmett's pubes, as he watched the big snake thicken and lengthen in anticipation of the attention it was about to receive.

"Hmm, look what I have found," Nasir wrapped his soapy hand around Emmett's half hard cock. Like Emmett had done with him, Nasir eased Emmett's foreskin back and carefully ran his soapy thumb around Emmett's exposed head.

"It's all yours," Emmett smiled at his husband and Nasir's hands moved down to his loose scrotum. "Those too."

"I am glad of it. I like them," Nasir massaged the big McCarty stones in their smooth sac. "But come away from the glass now, Habibi," he reached for more gel. "I must wash all of my zawji."

"Your zawji is loving it," Emmett stepped away from the glass wall and into Nasir's arms. Both soapy and half aroused cocks slid together as Emmett put his arms around Nasir's shoulders and Nasir reached around Emmett.

"Mmm," Nasir ran his soapy hands most appreciatively over the twin, round, solid glutes and let his fingers slip between them. "I hope this is mine too."

"Yeah, mostly," Emmett teased.

"Mostly!" Nasir froze.

"When you're in town," Emmett fought to keep the smirk off his face.

"I see. In this case, I will take you to New York with me and leave you tied naked to the bed while I am at work," Nasir slipped his fingers into Emmett's crack again.

"That sounds kinda hot. If you ever wanna tie me up you can," Emmett offered.

"I just might do that. We talked about it today when my men and I were getting dressed," Nasir mentioned as he teased Emmett's hole.

"Oh, you did?" Emmett was amused.

"I think Garrett wants Sethy to tie him up," Nasir informed.

"Garrett and I can compare notes after our sexual torture," Emmett smiled.

"You be sure to do that. Sethy and I can share tips about what we want to do to you," Nasir planned.

"Oh, yeah," Emmett's body tensed as Nasir's finger slipped into him. His cock grew harder against Nasir's which only made Nasir's joint respond in kind. Emmett reached back to spread his cheeks as much as he could, wanting to give Nasir the greatest possible access. "All the way!" Emmett urged. Nasir's finger was only half way inside Emmett's body. He gently slipped it the rest of the way in and felt for Emmett's prostate.

"Ugh," Emmett's moan was forced from him by Nasir's internal massage on his trigger. "Fuck, Nasi, I need you inside me."

"I need it too, my habibi," Nasir and his now achingly hard cock could not agree more.

"Get another finger inside me," Emmett reached between them to grasp Nasir's bone. "Get me ready for you," Emmett urged as he twisted his fingers around his husband's soapy prick. Nasir stepped to Emmett's side giving him greater access to Emmett's ass and both men easier access to each other's poles. Nasir slipped his middle finger out of Emmett, gathered more soap lather from his own pubes and then eased both his index and middle fingers into his lover. At the same time he grabbed Emmett's big dick with his free hand.

"Ugh, yeah," Emmett closed his eyes and let his head drop back as Nasir's fingers worked both his cock and his ass.

"You want to play right here in the shower?" Nasir asked. It would certainly not be the first time, and would not be the last, but Nasir thought Emmett would not prefer it on this night.

"Go for it. I need you inside me," Emmett stated. Nasir pulled his fingers out of Emmett and positioned himself behind his partner. Emmett braced himself on the glass shower enclosure with a forearm. Nasir took hold of himself and moved the head of his hard penis through Emmett's soapy crack. He gave himself a stroke as he positioned himself at Emmett's entrance and teased the stronger man's hole.

"You are ready for me, Habibi?" Nasir moved his head up and down against his husband's hole.

"Very. Take me," Emmett pleaded.

Nasir pressed forward until he felt Emmett's tight ring of muscle just start to give. "You want me like this?" he froze. In answer Emmett took over and pressed himself back on the long Arab spike. Both men gasped as Emmett was penetrated by Nasir's head. Emmett held still then, more than ready for his top to top him. Nasir pressed forward and the first few inches of his shaft sank into Emmett's body.

"Hoh," Nasir closed his eyes as his straining mast was slowly encompassed inside his husband. Nasir let go of himself and took hold of Emmett's hips.

"Nasi, deep. I need all of you," Emmett reached back for Nasir's ass in an attempt to pull him in. As if Nasir needed any encouragement. Both men bent their knees.

"Huah," Nasir tossed his head back and held tight to Emmett's hips as he sank to his balls inside Emmett.

"Fuck!" Emmett swore. "Oh, my God, Babe," he worked to catch his breath.

"A'jabani haqqan!" Nasir pulled back only a couple of inches as he began to move himself within Emmett.

"Yeah, Nasi. Double jabani," Emmett slaughtered the Arabic expression.

"Hoh," Nasir slid out further and back in deep, quicker this time.

"Ugh, fuck me!" Emmett pleaded. Nasir renewed his stance on the wet marble and held fast to Emmett's hips as he moved himself in Emmett's ass faster.

"You feel so good, my habibi zawji," Nasir expressed as he pumped his spike into Emmett's body.

"You do, Baby! I'm yours. Take me. Fuck me!" Emmett begged.

"Huh," Nasir picked up his pace again.

"Yeah, harder," Emmett encouraged.

This position was not optimal for prostate stimulation, nevertheless Emmett was very turned on and still very hard. As contact against his prostate was minimal, it would take Emmett some time to come, which was just fine with him. The way Emmett felt at this moment, his husband could take him all night long. He didn't care if he had to bring a special pillow to sit on at brunch, and would gladly tell any who enquired as to his condition, that his husband fucked him raw and stupid. Nasir's cock just felt so good inside him. Emmett was perfectly content to let his husband have at his ass.

Until Nasir hunched forward over the broad, muscular back, so that he could fuck the stronger man and reach beneath him to wrap his hand around Emmett's hard, thick, drooling rod.

"Oh, Nasi, no!" Emmett was not prepared as his stud husband began to stroke him in time with his thrusts in his ass. He would not be able to hold out long like this. Fortunately, as lubricants went, soap was not ideal. It did not last.

"Nasi," Emmett protested weakly as the soapy fingers twisted around his straining cock and Nasir's hips slammed his butt cheeks.

"I know, Habibi. I need more gel," Nasir did not want to let go of his husband's big dick. He let go of Emmett's hip to reach for the tube of shower gel.

"No," Emmett shook his head. "No, no. This feels so good, but I don't want to come like this either."

"I know what you mean," Nasir set the gel bottle back down. "I want to look into your eyes when I make love to you."

"Yeah, that's what I want," Emmett nodded. But as Nasir began to withdraw, Emmett knew he didn't want that. "Wait! Stay inside me. Deep. All the way," he bid. Nasir was only too happy to comply.

"Ugh," Emmett tossed his head back as Nasir slowly filled him. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Hoh," Nasir closed his eyes, held again to Emmett's hip and squeezed the rock hard cock in his hand as he again sank balls deep up Emmett's ass.

"Oh, Nasi," Emmett reached back to Nasir's butt as best he could with his free hand to try to keep Nasir in place as deep as he would go. Nasir laid the side of his head on Emmett's strong back as he just held the fat organ that throbbed in his hand, even as he throbbed inside Emmett.

"This is the best shower ever," Emmett leaned his face against the cool glass.

"It is. It is," Nasir spoke on Emmett's back. He moved his hand down Emmett's thick shaft to his base and back up again in a long, slow stroke. Then he twisted his fingers around Emmett's crank again.

"Oh, no, Babe," Emmett protested.

"I want so badly to make you come," Nasir stated.

"I want to come with you," Emmett grabbed his cock and Nasir's hand to still the tormenting fingers. He just held both in a firm grip. Nasir turned his head to lay the other side of his face on Emmett's solid back. He ran the hand that was not captured between Emmett's strong fingers and throbbing meat up to Emmett's shoulder and back down over his hip, and around to take gentle hold of Emmett's balls. Emmett took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

"I want to get out of this shower now, but I want to keep you inside me," Emmett expressed.

"That is not going to be easy," Nasir observed as he lifted his head from Emmett's back.

Emmett lifted his head from the glass and turned to look back as best he could. "I'm pretty sure you can manage to get back in."

"In my sleep I could do that," Nasir assured.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like that at all!" Emmett enthused.

"That is what Garrett said!" Nasir snickered.

"Smart ass," Emmett reached back again to smack Nasir's butt. "If you can't manage, I'll just get Edward to come up."

"Oh, no. I do not need a stand-in," Nasir stated. He could see Emmett was ready with another teasing retort. Nasir moved his hips back to pull out of Emmett half way, and then sank back in fully. This had the desired affect.

"Ugh," Emmett closed his eyes, his quip instantly forgotten. Nasir laid his face on Emmett's back again and, wrapped his free arm around Emmett's torso to hold him tightly. His other hand was still imprisoned by Emmett's hand, both wrapped around the fat McCarty pole. They remained that way for a long moment. The water ran behind them forgotten and unnoticed. Nasir was hard inside Emmett's body. Emmett was hard in Nasir's hand and his own.

"Okay, Babe," Emmett finally broke the silence and let go of his arresting hold on Nasir's hand. And Nasir instantly took advantage of it. He moved his hips to pull back as he moved his hand down Emmett's thick cock, and gave Emmett a full stroke at the same pace he slid his own piston home again.

"Ugh, no," Emmett moaned. "I mean, let's get out now," he clarified. Nasir knew full well what Emmett had meant, but had been unable to resist. He gave the muscular back a kiss, let go of Emmett's rod, and slowly slid himself out of Emmett's ass.

"Habibi, my cock is not happy anymore," Nasir expressed with big eyes as Emmett turned to face him.

"My ass is even less happy," Emmett took his man in his arms. He placed his lips close to Nasir's ear to whisper to him, "Tell my husband I'm going to make his cock very happy before this night is over."

"Your zawji wants to make you happy too," Nasir expressed as their hard bones pressed up against each other.

"My zawji always does," Emmett assured. "Let's rinse ourselves off," he walked them both into the spray. "Oh, that's just not as warm anymore as I hoped it would be," Emmett adjusted the water. He knew his husband liked a hot shower. They finally let go of each other, taking turns in the raining water to rinse themselves. This was accomplished in short order and Nasir turned off the spray.

"Fuck, look how hot you are all wet! Where's my damn phone? Don't move!" Emmett dashed soaking wet and streaming water out of the bathroom.

"It is on the sofa!" Nasir yelled after him.

Emmett ran through the big bedroom, through the open double doors and out toward the fireplace. On the sofa, next to Nasir's bisht, was Emmett's cell. He snatched it up and ran back to the bathroom.

Nasir could not have been more endearing as he stood in the entryway to the shower. His wet hair was plastered to his head, as was the fur all over his body. He wore a sweet grin on his face as Emmett pointed his phone.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Emmett could not fail to notice that Nasir was now just over half mast, his water dripping head just peeking out of his cowl. "I'll be jacking off over this one too," he admired the shot and set the cell on the double vanity. "Thank you so much for patiently waiting, Sir. May I get you a towel?" Emmett pulled two towels from the nearby rack.

"If my habibi wants to take a picture of me, I will wait," Nasir took the offered towel. "These are just for you, right?"

"You know Seth is gonna see them," Emmett stated.

"Sethy can see. I do not mind that," Nasir put his towel over his head to dry his hair.

"And I'm sure Suzie would enjoy them," Emmett teased. He waited the beat for Nasir to look out from under his towel in surprise and gave his booming laugh.

"You are funny," Nasir went back to drying his hair. Emmett dropped his towel on the floor and took Nasir's from him.

"Let me do that, sexy guy," Emmett ran the towel over both of Nasir's shoulders and down the center of his back.

"Mmm. So nice, the service in this hotel," Nasir commented.

"Say," Emmett slowly ran his towel covered hand over Nasir's hairy pecs, "anybody tell you what a hot guy you are?"

"My husband thinks I am hot," Nasir smiled with pride.

"Does he?" Emmett played as he wiped down Nasir's furry abdomen.

"He does, but he is way hotter than me," Nasir stated.

"I don't think that's even possible, Sir," Emmett gave Nasir a smirk as he rubbed the towel through Nasir's pubes. Emmett dropped to his knees and looked up at Nasir with as innocent a face as he could muster. "Your husband won't mind me kneeling here in front of you, will he, Sir?" Emmett used both hands to wipe the towel down Nasir's hairy right leg.

Nasir waited until Emmett reached his ankle. He moved his hips to make his half hard snake brush across Emmett's face. "We will not tell him."

"Sir, if you rub your cock on my face, I'll have to take it in my mouth," Emmett gave his mock protest as he wiped Nasir's left leg.

"If you do, you will have to suck it," Nasir moved his hips to make his lengthening serpent brush across Emmett's lips.

"What will your husband say, if you make me suck your cock?" Emmett stuck out his tongue and just made contact with the wet tip of Nasir's penis.

"You only have to make me hard again. Then I am going to put it someplace else," Nasir swung his hips this time so that his hardening bone smacked Emmett in the face. "You should see how hot my husband is. Just looking at him makes me hard," he added as he looked down at wet, naked Emmett with his cock gowing to full hardness in Emmett's face.

"Looking at you makes your husband hard too," Emmett moved the towel aside so that Nasir could see the proud McCarty post standing from his lap.

"Hmm," Nasir admired the view even more. "Bring that up here."

"This?" Emmett rose to his feet and took hold of his hardness. "You want this?" he rubbed his erection on Nasir's.

"Oh, this is nice," Nasir took hold of the base of his own sword and rubbed himself along Emmett's thicker post.

"Oh, my God. Hold your dick still," Emmett picked up his phone from where it lay within reach on the vanity. He held his cock against Nasir's and took their picture.

"Send me that one too," Nasir bid.

"I will," Emmett assured as he set the phone aside again.

"Now, would you like me to dry you first, or just go down on you now?" Nasir asked.

"Hey!" Emmett pushed Nasir up against the vanity in a sudden, playfully aggressive move. "Who says I'm done with you?"

"I hope you are never done with me," Nasir was sincere.

"Not ever," Emmett ran his hands over Nasir's damp, hairy chest. "You are gonna need another shower, 'cause right now, I could slobber all over you," he lowered his head and ran his tongue over Nasir's right nipple in a broad swipe, wetting the hair there again.

"Oh, Emmett," Nasir grabbed Emmett's head with one hand and his big cock with the other as he felt Emmett's teeth.

"Now," Emmett picked up the towel again and paused briefly to gave Nasir's left nipple a slow lick, "turn around so I can finish drying you off."

"I am not done?" Nasir asked as he turned to face the vanity. His long, hard cock rested on the cool Venetian marble.

"You are so, way not done," Emmett knelt behind Nasir and ran the towel over the twin, hard, hairy glutes and down the back of Nasir's darkly hairy legs. He gently, with the towel over his fingertips, ran his hand through Nasir's wet crack. Emmett then dropped the towel as he was done with it. He ran his hands appreciatively over Nasir's furry cheeks and leaned forward to give a wet kiss on each one.

"Lift your leg up," Emmett directed as he gently kneaded Nasir's ass. "Put your foot up on the sink."

"Like this?" Nasir asked as he did so. He was only able to do that by leaning forward over the vanity. In this obscene pose his ass was fully open and exposed to Emmett.

"Just like that, Babe," Emmett ran his hands over Nasir's thighs as he took in the view of his husband's wide open crack, exposed hole, shaved perineum and heavily hanging balls. Emmett ran his hands back up onto Nasir's glutes as he leaned into the hairy crack. He carefully stuck out his tongue and just touched it to Nasir's hole.

Nasir sucked in a very audible gasp as his entire body gave a flinch, like an electric current had been run through him. Emmett could not help but smile.

"Do that again!" Nasir enthused.

"What, this?" Emmett ran his tongue in a slow, wide lick all the way through his husband's damp, hairy crack.

"Allah!" Nasir managed to hold his body still, but threw his head back.

"You like that?" Emmett asked.

"I like that," Nasir told Emmett what he already knew.

"Let me do it again then," Emmett did just that. He closed his eyes as he savored the texture of Nasir's wet, black hair, and the taste, and feel of his husband's most private place. Private to everyone save Emmett. Emmett's tongue was the only one to have ever touched Nasir here in his life. And Emmett would be the last.

"Hoh," Nasir moaned as Emmett's warm, wet, silken tongue washed over his hole.

"Fuck!" Emmett ran his kneading fingers over Nasir's furry cheeks. "Why don't I lick this hot ass more often?" he expressed and ran his tongue through Nasir's wet crack yet again.

"Ugh. I think you should," Nasir was all for that idea. Emmett moved his right hand down to take hold of Nasir's hanging balls. He ran his tongue over them, up Nasir's perineum, and into his crack.

"Oh, Habibi, lick me!" Nasir braced himself on the vanity with both hands in an effort to hold his body still. Emmett focused his attention on his lover's quivering hole.

"Huh," Nasir closed his eyes as Emmett lapped at his opening. Emmett swiped his tongue over and over Nasir's relaxing rosebud.

"Mmm," Emmett could not resist as he lowered his head and sucked one heavy Arab stone into his mouth and then the other. He relished the sound of his husband's moans as he ran his tongue back up into Nasir's crack again.

"Emmett, I wan-eyah!" Nasir got what he wanted even as he was asking for it. Both men were on the same wavelength as Emmett impaled Nasir with his tongue. Nasir leaned forward further over the vanity and arched his back as he was fucked by his husband's tongue.

"Uh, ugh," though he tried to keep still, Nasir squirmed as Emmett's tongue thrust into him. Emmett palmed Nasir's widely spread glutes as he probed inside his husband with his tongue as deeply as he was able. His own cock leaked and throbbed where it had been left unattended between his legs.

"Na'am, Habibi, fuck me with your tongue!" Nasir continued to squirm where he was spread open over the edge of the vanity. Emmett pressed his face into Nasir's ass as he thrust his tongue up it.

"Oh, Allah," Nasir lowered his forehead to his forearm. His cock throbbed where it was trapped between his abdomen and the marble. "Emmett!" Nasir lifted his head and opened his eyes. Emmett pulled his tongue out of Nasir's ass. He kneaded Nasir's cheeks as he looked on his relaxed, ready and most inviting prize. Nasir twisted around to look back at Emmett. Emmett met Nasir's gaze. Both men saw understanding in each other's eyes.

"Are you sure, Nasi?" Emmett wanted this now as much as he had then, but like that first time, was filled with trepidation.

"I cannot be more sure," Nasir answered, still spread over the edge of the vanity. "This night is very special for us. What could be more special than that?"

"We've only done that once before and I'm pretty big," Emmett pointed out.

"You are perfect," Nasir expressed. "Only one man has ever been inside me, only once in my life. If the man I love, the man I married, takes me, that would make this night more special than ever! I have had my cock inside you. Put yours in me," he reached back to put a hand to Emmett's face. "Until you come in me."

Emmett smiled. "Okay. My sexy husband has himself a deal," he pressed his face into Nasir's ass and slipped his tongue inside Nasir again.

"Ugh," Nasir let his eyes roll back as the strong yet silken tongue probed into him again. Nasir managed to gather enough of his wits as the strong tongue fucked him, to remember the toiletries he set out earlier when he and Garrett arrived. Toiletries that included the small bottle of baby oil that they never travelled without. Nasir leaned, and with his long reach was able to grab it.

Emmett lifted his face from Nasir's ass when he heard the familiar snap of the cap on the baby oil bottle. "Oh, you're ready, are you?"

"But do not stop licking me," Nasir sighed.

"Oh, Babe, I am gonna lick you," Emmett leaned in and gave a lap over Nasir's relaxed hole with his tongue, "for the rest of my life."

"That proposal is acceptable," Nasir smiled back over his shoulder at Emmett.

"I thought it might be," Emmett clamped his teeth down on Nasir's right cheek, but not hard enough to case his husband pain. Then he stood up and snatched up the baby oil bottle. "C'mon," Emmett bid.

"Where are we going?" Nasir asked as he lowered his right leg to the floor.

"To the bed. I'm not gonna make love to you on the bathroom sink," Emmett took Nasir's hand and they followed their hard, dripping staffs out to the bedroom.

"Are you ready, Habibi?" Nasir asked as they reached the bed.

"What do you mean? Of course I am," Emmett didn't see it coming.

"I mean," Nasir used all the strength he could muster to push Emmett back onto the bed.

"Oh!" Emmett fell back onto the bed and Nasir was on him in a flash. Nasir took Emmett's thick cock in his fist and gave Emmett a stroke. He ran his tongue through Emmett's deep slit even as Emmett's copiously leaking precum started to run down the fat organ. But Nasir was not about to let it go to waste. He took Emmett in his mouth

"Nasi, fuck!" Emmett sank to his pubes down his husband's throat. Nasir held Emmett in his throat a moment, set his tongue in motion against Emmett's sensitive cum tube and then slowly pulled up. Emmett relaxed as Nasir continued to move his mouth up his pole, until Nasir finally pulled off.

"Yes, I think that you are ready. You taste ready," Nasir smiled down on his big, strong husband.

"Do I?" Emmett smirked.

"You do," Nasir nodded.

"Well," Emmett rose from the bed. "Your ass sure tasted ready to me, so assume the position," he gestured.

"Here," Nasir laid down with his butt at the edge of the mattress.

"Just like that, Babe. Oh, wait," Emmett reached for one of the several pillows on the bed. "Lift your legs up," he instructed. Nasir did so and Emmett stepped into place so that Nasir's calves rested on his shoulders. In so doing, Emmett's big dick poked into Nasir's balls. Nasir braced his weight on Emmett's shoulders and lifted his ass off the bed for Emmett to slip the pillow into place beneath his hips.

"There," Emmett looked down on his husband, his top, who gave himself over to Emmett's hands so willingly. It was not lost on Emmett how much trust his husband had for him. Nasir smiled up at Emmett and put both arms up behind his head.

"You are so fucking sexy," Emmett complimented. He decided to talk like a top. "You ready for this big dick? You want me to put it in you?"

"I want it everywhere," Nasir answered.

"My Arab prince's wish is my command," Emmett poured oil into his right hand. He rubbed his fingers together and applied it to Nasir's ass. Emmett gently fingered Nasir's hole at first, just to tease and entice. He always loved it when Nasir did that to him. Nasir's hole was very relaxed from Emmett's extensive and lustful tongue work. It was almost easy to slip his finger inside Nasir's body. Emmett quickly found Nasir's trigger and smiled as he watched his lover stiffen from head to toe.

"That feel good?" Emmett massaged Nasir from the inside.

"You know it does," Nasir's voice was thick with desire.

"Let's see if we can make it any better," Emmett shifted slightly to the side. Nasir was able to keep his right leg over Emmett's back as the stronger man bent down, but he was forced to brace his left foot on the nearby nightstand. Emmett took hold of Nasir's full scrotum with his free hand and pulled down. This caused the long pole to lift off where it rested on the furry abdomen and Emmett caught Nasir's dripping head with his lips.

"Ugh," Nasir could not hold his moan as Emmett went down on him. "Hoh," Nasir arched his back while Emmett massaged his swollen nuts, his prostate from the inside, and his shaft with skilled, sensual lips. Emmett delighted in the sounds he was able to force from his lover as he slowly sucked Nasir's throbbing, leaking cock, teased Nasir's trigger and fondled his heavy orbs.

"Habibi," Nasir spoke in a pleading voice as Emmett forced him to squirm on the bed. "Ugh."

Emmett knew well what he was doing to his lover and continued to suck Nasir and massage his prostate with the same slow rhythm.

"Emmett, no," Nasir begged.

Then Emmett took Nasir down his throat. He held his finger deep in Nasir and just rubbed his prostate while moving his tongue against the cum tube of Nasir's buried cock.

"Hah, uh, Emmett!" Nasir reached down to grab Emmett's head, but Emmett was not moving. There was nothing he could do to still Emmett's tongue or the finger within him. "Stop or I will come!"

Emmett relented and slowly pulled his mouth up Nasir's straining shaft at the same pace he pulled his finger from Nasir's ass. Nasir relaxed incrementally with each inch of his cock as it came free of Emmett's throat and mouth.

"Allah!" Nasir took a deep breath to further calm himself.

"Now you know how I feel every time you do that to me," Emmett smiled as he applied just a little more oil to his hand.

"I thought for a moment that you wanted me to come in your mouth," Nasir stated.

"You have no idea how badly I want you to come in my mouth. I fucking love when you come in my mouth," Emmett expressed. "But I'm not going to let you tonight."

"Put your cock in me now," Nasir urged.

"Hold on," Emmett eased his fore and middle fingers together inside Nasir. "You're not quite ready for me yet."

"Yes, make me ready," Nasir relaxed with his arms limp out to his sides.

"You see how ready I am?" Emmett grabbed his big dick with his left hand and gave himself a stroke. Nasir lifted his head to look down in time to see Emmett smear the dollop of precum on his balls before it could drip.

"Oh, yes! I want it in my mouth and my ass," Nasir informed with lust filled eyes.

"I can't manage that at the same time I'm afraid," Emmett smirked. "You want me to call Car?"

"Where did we leave the phones?" Nasir played along. Then he shook his head. "It is fun to tease, but I want only you, my big, beautiful habibi zawji."

"Me too, Babe," Emmett assured. He bent down to run his tongue across Nasir's scrotum, lapping up his own ooze while he prepared his husband's ass with his fingers. Nasir closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations of Emmett's fingers inside him and tongue on his balls. Nasir's bone lay unattended, quiveringly hard on his furry abdomen.

"Okay, get ready," Emmett stood up again and slowly took his fingers out of Nasir's ass. He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured it onto himself.

Nasir lifted his head to watch Emmett slick up his big cock with his right hand. "I am very ready. I want it."

Emmett smiled down on his husband as he slowly stroked his own length over Nasir's balls. With Emmett standing on the floor and Nasir propped on his pillow at the edge of the bed, both men were at just the right position and angle.

"I'm gonna go slow like last time," Emmett placed the head of his staff against Nasir's relaxed opening. "Don't let me hurt you, Nasi, okay? Ready?" he asked as he gently and slowly pressed forward.

"You did not hurt me last time," Nasir assured. His eyes went wide and he sucked in a breath as Emmett pushed into him. "Oh!" Nasir felt himself stretch as Emmett's head entered him. "It just takes me a minute to get used to you."

"I'm sorry, Babe. Are you okay?" Emmett held still with just the head of his cock inside Nasir.

"I am okay. I love so much to swallow your whole cock," Nasir thought out loud. "I am so used to you that, until times like this, I forget how big you really are."

"Let me know when you're ready for more," Emmett coached.

"Go ahead, Habibi," Nasir granted. Emmett pressed forward again and slowly eased a couple more inches into his husband. He let go of himself and held Nasir's right leg to his chest.

"Ugh," Nasir moaned as nearly half of Emmett's cock was inside him.

"Fuck, I know," Emmett agreed. He held still for a moment with half of himself inside Nasir's body.

"Emmett, my Emmett," Nasir reached up.

Emmett grabbed his hand and kissed it. "You feel so good, Babe."

"More. I need all of you," Nasir begged.

"Ugh, shit," Emmett closed his eyes for a moment as he sank further up his husband's ass.

Had Nasir's eyes been open, he could have seen the look of ecstasy spread across Emmett's face in direct proportion to every additional inch of McCarty, stuffed up his ass. Had Emmett been watching he would have witnessed a look of near rapture on his husband's face, such as he had seen only one other time, camped in the dunes of the Arabian Desert. As it was both men were lost in the joy their bodies gave and received from each other.

"Nasi, I'm almost all the way in you!" Emmett cried.

"Give me all of you!" Nasir commanded.

"Okay, Babe," Emmett very slowly pushed himself further into Nasir. "Ugh. Damn!"

"Guh," Nasir arched his back at the incredible feeling of fullness as Emmett's thick length was seated inside him. "Habibi!"

"Oh, my God!" Emmett was forced to bend his knees and renew his stance as his big cock was encased within the exquisite embrace of his husband's body. "Jesus, Nasi, you're so tight! I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Un, uh, aah," Nasir rolled his head quickly from side to side in a clear answer to the negative. "You are incredible. Fuck me, my Emmett. Make love to me like you did that night in my desert," Nasir pleaded.

"I will, Babe. I will, I will," Emmett nodded his head. He held Nasir's leg to him and turned his head to kiss Nasir's hairy shin. He had to take a deep breath to calm himself. "Being inside you is not like being inside any other man. It's because I love you so much. You're incredible too, Nasi."

"I love you too, my Emmett," Nasir's emotion could not have been more clear in his voice or on his face. "Take me as I take you."

"Okay, Babe," Emmett pulled back a few inches and pushed back in. "Ugh. Fuck, do you feel good."

Nasir reached down with his right hand so that he could touch Emmett's hip and just gently held onto the bottom who was topping him. When the head of the big cock inside him brushed past his prostate, once moving back, and then again more so as Emmett pressed back into him, made Nasir's eyes roll back in his head. "Hoh. Allah!"

"I know," Emmett heartily agreed as he slid himself back and then pushed into the hot, slick, tight confines of his husband's body. He moved himself back and forth inside Nasir at a pace too slow to get him off, though it felt remarkably good. The slow, deliberate passes against Nasir's prostate, while for the top were beyond fantastic and more than enough to keep him rock hard and dripping, were also not quite enough to cause an eruption.

"Let me know when I can go faster," Emmett instructed.

"I am yours, Habibi," Nasir was nearly breathless. "Take me."

"You are mine," Emmett expressed as he pulled back and pushed in faster. Both men gasped.

"Ugh, neekni!" Nasir didn't even realize it as he urged his husband on in Arabic.

"I know, Babe," Emmett agreed with the sentiment if he didn't actually understand the word. He reached to Nasir's right pec and raked his fingers through his husband's trimmed chest hair. Nasir let his fingers trail down Emmett's forearm as the strong fingers drew down his body. Emmett moved his hand slowly through the fur on his very sexy lover's chest and stomach until he reached the quivering Arab bone. He coated his fingertips in Nasir's ooze before he lightly rubbed them over the head of Nasir's prick.

"Hoh," Nasir was not prepared for this additional stimulation as the big cock moved in his ass. Emmett then slowly pulled back eight inches until just the head of his fat cock remain inside Nasir.

"No, Habibi!" Nasir lifted his head, prepared to plead with the man he thought was pulling out of him. Emmett moved his hand down Nasir's spike and held it up as he bent down. He was just able to swipe his tongue through Nasir's seeping slit.

"Ugh," Nasir let his head drop back. "Huh, uh," he threw his arms out to his sides again as the thick post pushed back all the way into him.

"Guh," Emmett let his own eyes roll back for a moment as he sheathed his whole cock in his husband's body once again. He held still, buried within Nasir for a moment, while both of them just concentrated on their breathing. When Emmett had steadied himself, he pulled back a little more than half way, and started to fuck his husband.

"Ha, yah," Nasir tried to hold his body still as Emmett thrust into him. He knew he would not last long the way his big, strong husband's big, thick cock pressed against his prostate over and over.

"Ho, man," Emmett lowered his head as he pumped himself into Nasir's ass.

Nasir squirmed. It was impossible for him not to. This, combined with Emmett fucking his ass, moved him on the bed. In a very short space of time, Emmett's balls were no longer slapping Nasir's ass, but the edge of the bed instead. Neither man liked this.

"Okay," Emmett stopped, mostly buried inside his husband.

"I am sliding," Nasir looked up at Emmett.

"Yeah. I'm gonna climb up on the bed with you. Let's do this carefully, so I can stay in you," Emmett cautioned.

"Yes, please," Nasir agreed.

"Only move with me, okay? Grab the pillow to move it with you," Emmett choreographed. He lifted his right knee onto the bed under Nasir's left leg and pressed forward. Nasir carefully inched his shoulders back and pulled the pillow with him. Emmett let go of Nasir's right leg which Nasir wrapped around his waist. Both men very much wanted Emmett to keep his dick up Nasir's ass until they were both done.

"Oh, yeah, this is better," Emmett leaned down over his husband.

Nasir put his hands to Emmett's face. "I like to take you this way."

"And I love it when you do," Emmett leaned down further and covered Nasir's mouth with his own as he began to pump himself into Nasir's ass again. Nasir opened his willing mouth to Emmett and welcomed Emmett's tongue with his.

"Umph," Nasir moaned into Emmett's mouth as he was passionately claimed by his husband at both ends by tongue and cock. Nasir enjoyed the aggressive invasion of his mouth by Emmett's forceful tongue as Emmett claimed his ass. Nasir yielded fully to his husband, holding nothing of himself back from Emmett. This was only the second time the man who owned his heart had claimed him body and soul, and there was nothing Nasir would refuse Emmett.

"Gmmph," Emmett could not help the moan that escaped his throat as he drove his tongue as deeply into his husband as he was able. Nasir ran his hands onto Emmett's back and dug his fingers into the hard muscles.

"Shit, Nasi!" Emmett expressed as he broke their kiss.

"Na'am, me too," Nasir put his head back as Emmett thrust into him. Emmett turned his head, opened his mouth as wide as he could and bit into Nasir's throat, taking Nasir's entire adam's apple into his mouth. Nasir gave an almost strangled gasp. Emmett did not bite hard enough to cause pain. If possible, Nasir was even more turned on. In that moment, as his husband's big dick drove them both rapidly toward orgasm, Nasir would not have minded one bit if Emmett was a vampire.

Emmett took his teeth out of his husband's throat and lifted up to be able to look into his lover's soft brown eyes. Nasir looked up and was immediately lost in Emmett's crystal blues. Both men felt they could see directly into each other's very souls as Emmett pumped himself in Nasir's hole.

"I'm getting close, Nasi," Emmett's declaration came out as a whisper.

"Ha-guh-bibi," Nasir put his hand to Emmett's face. "I am, ugh, already ver-ry close," he confessed what Emmett could clearly see. And this only spurred Emmett on. He thrust into Nasir faster and reached down to coat his hand in the pooled syrup caught in the fur of Nasir's abdomen. Emmett then grabbed Nasir's neglected, but throbbing cock. He began to stroke his slick fingers up and down his husband's straining bone in time with his own thrusts in Nasir's ass.

Nasir's eyes went wide and he sucked in a stricken gasp. "Hoh! No! I am too close!"

But Emmett would not relent. The desperate, pre-orgasmic face Nasir made only turned him on that much more.

"Ugh," Emmett tried very hard to maintain control of his muscles, but his thrusts grew erratic with the approach of his orgasm. "God, Babe!"

Nasir was beyond the ability to choke out words as even his breath froze. He could no longer even blink.

Emmett had tasted it countless times, and knew that it happened up his ass as many, but few were the occasions when we was able to actually witness Nasir's cum escape just before his nuts actually cracked. The clear fluid that freely leaked out of Nasir's slit and ran down onto Emmett's fingers, turned white.

"Fuck, yeah! Come for me, Nasi!" Emmett cried as he teetered on the brink himself. Nasir was entirely unable to respond. He was beyond the ability to think or even draw a breath. The slick stroking of his cock, and the stabbing at his prostate by the thicker cock inside him were too much.

"Yaah!" Nasir arched his back and threw his head back as his weapon went off in Emmett's hand. Thick bolts of heavy cream shot from Naisr's cock to his neck and painted his furry chest. Emmett knew to just hold the erupting organ, but continued to pump himself as best he could in his lover's ass. Emmett's legs shook as his control over his own muscles continued to fail. Nasir's internal spasms from his clearly powerful orgasm pulled Emmett over the edge.

"Nasi! Fuck!" Emmett blew out deep inside his lover. He pitched forward and caught himself with a hand on Nasir's gooey chest. "Ungh!" Emmett bucked his load into his lover's body. "Oh, God. Oh, fuck," Emmett's entire body convulsed as his seed blasted up Nasir's ass.

"Ah-huh-uh," Nasir trembled beneath Emmett as his juice continued to spurt out onto his abdomen and dripped off Emmett's hand. Emmett closed his eyes and lowered his head to Nasir's chest. The wetness on his forehead and scent in his nose told him what was there. Emmett's chest heaved as his cock pulsed deep inside Nasir's body to the same beat as the cock in his hand. He was not close to catching his breath, but could not resist and began to lick the jizz from Nasir's fur.

"Ugh," Nasir felt Emmett's tongue lap his semen from his nipple. Emmett lapped his way across Nasir's hairy pecs. He finally lifted up and smiled down at his yet panting husband. Emmett's thick hard nine inches were seated fully within Nasir. Emmett held Nasir's cum covered joint. He gave Nasir a final stroke and Nasir's whole body responded as more jizz oozed forth. Emmett at last let go of the long Arab bone and brought his cum covered fingers to his mouth.

"God damn, you taste good," Emmett sucked each of his fingers clean.

"You made me come so hard, Habibi," Nasir confessed what was already abundantly clear.

"That makes two of us," Emmett agreed.

"You are the most amazing lover," Nasir reached up a hand to Emmett's face. "I would let you give other men lessons, but I will not share you."

"I'm only yours, Babe," Emmett held up the back of his right hand to display his wedding ring.

"As I am yours," Nasir did the same.

Emmett ever so slowly eased his still hard cock from Nasir's ass. And he only did this now because he could not resist what awaited his attention. Emmett bent down over Nasir and took his yet hard, spunk coated penis in his mouth.

"Ugh, Habibi," Nasir moaned. He closed his eyes as Emmett gently sucked him.

"Umm," Emmett nursed on his lover's bone. He knew true joy when he had both the taste of Nasir's cum and Nasir's hard cock in his mouth. After several long moments, when it was clear Nasir had given up his every drop, Emmett pulled his mouth off of the still hard prick. He held the long cock out of the way and licked through the milky accumulation in the fur on Nasir's abdomen. Emmett didn't want any of his husband's cooling load to go to waste. When he was satisfied that he had gotten all that he could, Emmett moved up, carefully laid his hard, cummy pole next to Nasir's, and laid himself down on his husband. Heavy though he was, Nasir immediately wrapped his welcoming and loving arms around Emmett.

"Wow," Emmett breathed into Nasir's ear.

"Wow," Nasir could only agree as he gently caressed Emmett's broad back.

"I think we should take a shower again, rather than get in bed all gooey and sticky," Emmett recommended.

"I think so too," Nasir agreed.

Several minutes passed while neither man moved, save Nasir's rubbing of Emmett's back.

"Are we getting in the shower?" Nasir finally asked.

"I would if I could move," Emmett answered. "Every ounce of my strength poured out through my dick."

"I should be very strong then," Nasir concluded.

"Can you lift me up?" Emmett enquired. Nasir braced his hands under Emmett's shoulders and while fairly strong himself, was hardly able to budge Emmett's dead weight.

"No," Nasir finally admitted.

"C'mon," Emmett put his fists on the bed and lifted himself. He climbed backwards off the bed and held out his hand to his husband. Nasir took it and followed. Hand in hand they walked back to the bathroom. Rather than point the way, this time their deflating cocks swung heavily in front of them.

"Oh! I can feel you running down my leg!" Nasir looked down at himself.

"I think I came a lot. It felt like it," Emmett walked into the shower enclosure to turn on the water. Nasir walked in behind him.

"I do not think we should tell Edward how much water we have wasted and how many towels we will have gone through tonight," Nasir knew his groomsman well.

"No," Emmett completely agreed as he pulled his husband into the raining water. Once Nasir was fully wet, he stepped clear of the stream. Emmett set about washing his chest, abdomen, ass, legs, finally finishing with Nasir's cock and balls, with gentle, loving, attentive hands. Nasir washed Emmett as well, though Emmett only needed it on his chest and genitals. Neither man went completely soft during this process, which pleased them both.

After their shower, they dried themselves off this time, and hung the towels over the glass wall, in the hope that they could ease their consciences by using them again in the morning. Emmett and Nasir then shared the task of walking through the big suite, turning off the few lamps that were on. They returned finally to the bed, which had been pulled down hours ago by housekeeping, and climbed in on their respective sides. Neither man hesitated to slide to the center and, facing each other, into each other's arms. Emmett held Nasir to his chest. Both men gave a relaxing sigh.

"This was, without doubt, the best day of my life," Emmett confessed.

"Mine too, Habibi. My life only started when I met you, and it has only gotten better," Nasir expressed.

"You're my husband," Emmett tightened his arms around Nasir.

"I am your zawjji. And you are mine," Nasir agreed.

"One lifetime with you will never be enough," Emmett sighed. "I'm so happy right now, Babe."

"I am always happy with you," Nasir snuggled into Emmett's huge chest.

Both men lay wrapped in their love for a long moment, until a word he did not understand returned to Emmett's thoughts.

"Hey, what does neekni mean?" Emmett asked.

"Where did you hear that?" Nasir lifted his head.

"From you," Emmett answered.

"When did I say that?" Nasir had no memory of it.

"When I was fucking you," Emmett informed.

"Oh!" Nasir laughed.

"What?" Emmett did not get it.

"It is fitting then. That is what it means, fuck me," Nasir settled back into Emmett's chest.

"Anytime you want, Nasi," Emmett snuggled into the top of Nasir's head.

"Am I your bottom now?" Nasir teased.

"Hardly. You're a fantastic top," Emmett stated fact. "My top," he added. "You always curl my toes. But anytime you get an itch for me to do this, you just have to say the word."

"Thank you," Nasir absently rubbed Emmett's ribs with his thumb.

"Don't ever thank me for making love to you. Everything we have ever done I very, very much wanted to do," Emmett stressed.

"I love you, Emmett, my husband," Nasir kissed Emmett's chest.

"I love you, Nasir, my zawji," Emmett used the Arabic word to honor the heritage of the man he loved with all his soul.

Sated and content in each other's arms, Emmett and Nasir drifted off to sleep.

---

It was well after one in the morning in the quiet Capital Hill neighborhood only four blocks from the Sorrento Hotel. Milan waited in the still night by the flickering gaslamps on the curb in front of Stimson-Green. All the mansion staff was long gone. All of Milan's coworkers were long gone as well. Carla had been reluctant to leave Milan alone, but he was an adult and had insisted. Milan stood in the black pants and half unbuttoned tux shirt that were all that remained of his uniform. The rest of it was stuffed into the small bag that hung over his right shoulder.

Just at the moment he was about to give up and hoof it to one of the many nearby gay bars, where he was sure he could use his charms to obtain a ride at the very least, headlights coming up the street caught his attention. The car made no attempt to even slow down at the stop sign on the corner and two seconds later the gleaming red Corvette screeched to a stop at the curb beside him. Even as Milan bent down to look into the car, the passenger window lowered.

"Hey, hunky Czech boy. Goin' my way?" Wayne called with dazzling smile.

"I think maybe you forget me," Milan leaned his forearm on the roof of the sportscar.

"I'm sorry! Did I make you wait long?" Wayne made a pouty face. "When you're the Power Bottom of Seattle's closest confidant and advisor, it's not always easy to get away. But I'm here now, big boy, and you have my undivided attention. Hop in," he leaned over and opened the passenger door. Milan pulled the door open and dropped his bag on the floor between his legs as he slid down into the black leather seat. He shut his door and Wayne raised the passenger window.

"This need your attention," Milan unzipped his uniform pants and Wayne immediately learned that the bartender wore nothing beneath as he pulled his thick, already half hard uncut penis out into the night air.

"Oh," Wayne casually reached into Milan's lap and wrapped his hand around the growing organ. He slowly raised his eyebrows as he gaged the heft of the expanding weapon in his grip.

"It need pretty boy lips, to start," Milan gave a smirk and reached up to run his thumb along the twink's bottom lip. "Like yours, Mr. Wayne."

"I think a man whose cock is in my hand, can just call me Wayne," he informed.

"Then I call you Wayne," Milan smiled.

"I think I'll keep you all night," Wayne decided. He looked down, suddenly torn. To drive, he would need to let go of his prize. "Kay, so, when I let go of you, it's only 'cause I gotta shift, not 'cause I want to," Wayne moved his hand from Milan's knob to the Corvette's, put the car in first gear, and drove them away.