In the dead of night, in their tiny cottage by the sea (with their son asleep and thankfully none the wiser), Alecto sets to pampering his husband. He starts by giving him a sloppy, gorgeous blowjob right after he gets back from the lighthouse, up against the closed front door, Alecto sinking to his knees and looking up at Joshua through sooty eyelashes damp with tears. He chokes his husband’s cock down his throat, enjoys in bringing him to orgasm and swallowing every last drop as if he hungered for it, couldn’t get enough if he tried.

And then he lays back on the dining table and spreads his legs, let’s Joshua plow into him, breed his wet, needy cunt as he bites down on his own fist to keep from making a sound in the quiet dark.

He whispers his love for him in gasps and whimpers, little held back moans. “Love of my life,” he says, the words a staccato as he jerks along with Joshua’s urgent thrusts. He runs his hands through his husband’s sweaty hair, pulls him so, so close. He never wants to let go.

There would never be anything, he thinks, that could make him let go.