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Their room might as well be a private villa.
It’s massive. The bedroom is nearing the size of the footprint of the whole loft, the bed itself bigger than any bed TK has ever seen before. The staff covered it in a love heart of red rose petals, too, the color popping against the white duvet and matching that of a chez long at the foot of the bed. Around the bedroom are dotted candles, all lit when they first walked into the room attached at the mouth, now blown out because Carlos will never not be a little scared of fire in their bedroom.
The whole wall the bed is facing is bi-folding doors that, when pushed back, give an interrupted view of the sea. They’ve got a section of private beach at the bottom of the backyard-esque area, but before that, an infinity pool is set beyond the slate patio from the bedroom.
It’s almost picture-perfect, and TK can’t believe they’re lucky enough to be in a place like this.
There are other rooms, too. A bathroom with a bathtub big enough for two—something they miss out on at the loft—and a shower impossibly bigger than their double one at home—definitely big enough for two, tried and tested—with one of those waterfall showerheads that TK knows has got Carlos wondering if he can fit one at home.
Beyond the bathroom is the main living area. A small kitchenette, enough to make their morning coffee and inexplicably enough for Carlos to make them a meal with local ingredients one night. TK didn’t expect him to cook on their honeymoon, but when he decides to do it in nothing but an apron, TK finds himself unable to complain.
This place is amazing. It’s the perfect honeymooning place, even if it did cost as much as the wedding itself, but with some money offered and accepted from Owen to put towards the big day, TK insisted they blow their wedding fund somewhere. A perfect honeymoon seemed like the best place.
Besides, they’ve both been deserving of a luxury break for a long time.
But as much as this whole place is wonderful, the room, the resort, the island, TK’s interest hardly piques beyond the bedroom.
They’ve been out and about twice since they got here four days ago. The first time was an attempt to untangle themselves from one another and see a bit of the island, but that only ended in them recreating their first time by making out and getting each other off in the bathroom of a bar they stumbled into because Carlos thought they could share a mocktail or two. The second time was to the market to buy local ingredients, which felt like another recreation of a memory in their relationship, only this time they did not bump into Carlos’ parents—luckily—and Carlos decided to tell everyone and anyone who would listen that they’re husbands. TK spent the whole time trying not to jump him in a very, very public place.
And so TK essentially decided that leaving their room would not be necessary for the rest of the trip unless Carlos was willing to participate in something that might get them arrested. Which, in all fairness, he usually was—surprisingly for a cop—but when they had such an amazing room to utilize…
They’ve been in bed most of the morning. Not doing anything per se—well, other than when they first woke up—just chatting, laughing, enjoying each other’s company.
At home, they make use of every moment. Carlos waits for TK to eat dinner unless shifts don’t allow it, they try to spend any clear evenings together watching TV or just reading in each other’s company, they try to go to bed at the same time and wake up for shared breakfasts. It’s not easy. Shift patterns don’t always line up, sometimes one is more tired than the other, but they try. Because they love each other, and every moment spent together is one to cherish, but with lives like theirs, there is always something else going on.
Here, thousands of miles away from Austin, it’s just the two of them in their bubble of love.
So they talk and talk and talk. TK finds himself falling impossibly deeper in love with his husband, catching details he’s never truly stopped and looked at before.
He’s always noticed the small things about Carlos: the crease between his eyebrows, the specific way his hair curls and what it looks like if he’s been running his fingers through it, the beautiful deep brown color of his eyes and the way they never fail to catch TK’s attention. And he clings to those details because they make up the man he loves so much, but today, he’s stopped, completely still, and he’s just watching.
Truthfully, he didn’t realize it was possible to be this in love with someone.
They eat breakfast outside, dressed just in boxers and blaming the heat of the day and nothing to do with the fact it feels impossible to be clothed around each other at the moment. They ordered the food from room service, a combination of smashed avocado on toast, scrambled eggs, and a basket of pastries to keep them going alongside the coffee Carlos made first thing, and it’s good. Of course it is; everything about this trip is good.
Once they’re done, they just sit there, legs touching underneath the table, listening to the crashing of the waves.
It’s peaceful. The sun is warm against his skin, Carlos has got three days’ worth of stubble, and TK is struggling to keep his thoughts in check.
With a sigh, he screws up the napkin he was fiddling with into a ball and throws it on his plate.
His husband is so distracting. They’re meant to be enjoying a quiet moment together, watching the waves and the beautiful colors of the sky, allowing their lives to be peaceful for a moment, but all TK can think about is dropping to his knees beneath the table and pulling Carlos’ boxers off. He wants to feel his cock in his mouth again, despite the fact it’s only been a matter of hours since, and he wants his cock to be in Carlos’ mouth, to feel the burn of his stubble against his thighs.
He feels like he’s going insane with want.
Carlos turns to look at him, a smile on his face. “You okay?”
He could be honest and admit he’s struggling to be so near Carlos without being near him. He could tell Carlos what he’s thinking, about sucking his cock and having his cock sucked, about laying down on top of the table until Carlos fucks him stupid, but he doesn’t. He stays quiet because they’re enjoying a quiet moment, and instead, he nods.
Seemingly taking that, Carlos nods back and turns to face the sea again.
TK bounces his leg. He watches the movement, focuses on the way his foot looks almost blurry with the speed, and he tries to get his brain in check, but every movement, big or small, just reminds him of what else they could be doing.
It’s ridiculous. He sucked Carlos off in bed this morning, then let Carlos fuck him slow and deep under the warm spray of the shower. He’s still feeling it now, the stretch and the slight discomfort—in the best way possible—that’s causing him to sit slightly off-center, but that just makes it all the more ridiculous because he should not be this desperate for Carlos again already.
Then again, he supposes they are on their honeymoon.
He wonders if they should’ve thought twice about spending so much money on such a nice place because really, all they needed was a private bedroom away from prying eyes. They could’ve stayed at home, really, or booked into the fancy-looking hotel a few blocks from their favorite café at home, just had a private room and fucked and fucked and fucked until TK got his fill.
But looking around, at the gentle waves, at the clear blue sky, at the infinity pool that’s just theirs, at the fact the sun is warm enough already for Carlos to be sitting in his chair, shirtless, rays of sunlight bouncing off of bare skin in a way TK is sure should be illegal for how hot it is, yeah, he prefers this.
Suddenly, Carlos stands up. The chair scraps against the patio, and TK’s view gets a lot more uninterrupted.
His mouth waters.
“I’m going for a swim,” Carlos says, stretching his arms up over his head. He leans to one side, then the other, and TK swears he cannot only be doing that to stretch because his eyes never leave TK’s, and there’s something of a glint there, but TK figures if Carlos wants to play this game, he’s sure as hell going to enjoy every goddamn second.
“Okay, baby,” TK replies sweetly.
“You wanna come?”
Yes, he wants to scream. The thought of having any excuse to be close to a nearly naked Carlos is almost enough to halt any developing plans in his mind, but he’s also thinking about the payoff when they both get what they want. Perhaps he’s not the only one achingly desperate this morning.
So instead, he shakes his head and picks up his glass of orange juice, taking a sip. “I’ll finish this first.”
If Carlos is surprised by his refusal, it doesn’t show.
TK watches, carefully, as Carlos wanders over to the edge of the pool. It’s only a handful of steps away, giving TK the perfect view of his husband’s ass, and TK instantly feels hotter. A dip in the pool would really help cool him down, but…
When Carlos’ hands reach the waistband of his boxers, TK almost chokes on his sip of orange juice. Apparently, he’s got a front-row seat to Carlos pulling them down, his bare ass unashamedly on show, before he turns around to face TK, and oh. He’s really getting a full show today. It takes every thread of self-control to not jump his husband right there and then because his cock, my god, his cock. TK loves it. His mouth waters, and he wants to hold onto Carlos’ ass as he guides his cock between his lips and just keeps it there, feeling the weight on his tongue and the fullness that he craves. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he needs it.
Then Carlos, the cheeky little shit that he is, winks at TK as he throws his boxers toward him. They fall a little short of TK, instead landing by his feet, and TK resists the urge to ball them up and throw them into the pool along with every other pair Carlos owns so he can’t wear underwear ever again.
Watching his husband, completely naked except for the thin chain around his neck and wedding band on his ring finger, dive into the pool like he’s some kind of Olympic gold medalist is almost enough to throw TK over the edge. The water splashes, TK feels himself grow harder and harder, and all he can do is push the heel of his hand into the base of cock to stop him from getting ahead of himself.
God, he feels like the luckiest man on the planet.
He watches Carlos swim a couple of lengths. He’s elegant, as he is with most of life’s activities, and he makes it look effortless. His muscles seem to ripple with the water, and TK wishes he could be the water, running over Carlos’ skin like that, wrapping around his ass. It’s a strange thought, and he’s aware of it, but he’s definitely going insane at this point; delusional and out of control, but fuck is he enjoying the show.
After just a few moments, it all gets too much, and TK gives up. Gives in.
He crosses the short distance to the pool in a matter of steps, kicking Carlos’ boxers into the water along the way. He forgoes taking his own off; instead, he jumps straight in, unceremoniously, and immediately seeks out Carlos, wrapping his arms and legs around his husband without another wasted moment.
Against his thigh, he can feel Carlos’ hard cock, and it takes everything in him not to move his hand around and guide it into his hole. Thankfully—or not—his underwear is in the way, so he can’t be as careless as his arousal-filled brain wants.
“You’re a tease,” he mumbles between them before kissing Carlos, hot and needy and dirty.
Carlos takes it all. He kisses back just the same, his hands quickly holding onto TK’s ass as he hikes his legs up further, causing their cocks to brush for a second. In response, Carlos pushes them through the water to the edge of the pool, TK’s back against the tile.
It’s where he’s wanted to be all morning.
The kiss seems to last forever yet nowhere near long enough. TK thinks he could easily kiss Carlos for the rest of time and still feel short-changed, like he’s missing out on precious time he could have Carlos’ lips against his, his tongue in his mouth. Forever will never be long enough with Carlos, but he’s going to make goddamn sure he’s using every moment. Especially now they’re husbands.
TK’s far too caught up in the kiss to notice Carlos hoisting him up onto the ledge. Their lips stay connected, and he ends up leaning over awkwardly, but he’d be damned if he stops kissing Carlos.
In the end, the angle doesn’t work, so TK gives in. He leans on his elbows, not wanting to miss a goddamn second of this, because Carlos starts trailing a line of kisses along his jaw, his neck, his collarbones. He sucks and nips and licks like TK is covered in the most delicious syrup when really, it’s just chlorine from the swimming pool, but it doesn’t bother Carlos.
And TK basks in it. In every kiss, in every bite he knows is going to leave him a mosaic of Carlos’ mouth. He loves being the center of his husband’s attention, loves that Carlos can do this to him even now.
TK can’t see into the future, but he’s sure Carlos will always have this power over him.
When his tongue swirls around a nipple, TK groans, arches his back off the tiled flooring, and prays to any God out there that’ll listen to get Carlos to carry on for the rest of time. He wants him to learn his body with only his tongue, though a voice in the back of his head says he already knows it, just like TK already knows Carlos’. But he never wants to forget a second of this or an inch of Carlos. He wants it etched into his mind forever.
“Please,” he gasps out, quiet beneath the crashing waves yet loud in his own head. He holds onto Carlos’ hair, fingers intertwined with curls, never wanting to let go.
Carlos looks up through thick eyelashes. He removes his mouth from TK’s stomach, causing TK to whine needily, but he just smiles.
“Please what, TK?” he says, voice low and sexier than TK thought was humanly possible. “You want me to touch you?”
TK is rendered useless when Carlos moves his hand from his hip to his crotch. His white boxers are completely soaked through from the pool, rendered about as useless as TK in hiding his arousal. The head of his cock is peeking out the top, too, red and leaking, all but begging for attention.
Carlos’ touch is featherlight. The pressure is nearly non-existent, his fingers simply resting curled around TK’s cock as if it isn’t driving him insane. If TK is honest, he doesn’t know how Carlos has so much self-control, but he’s always been good at teasing. He loves riling TK up, and really, isn’t that what this whole morning has been about?
“You know what you do to me,” TK says, breathless. “You know how much I want you, Carlos. All the time.”
He could go on. He could write songs about Carlos, about how much he wants him and the things he manages to do to him that no one else ever has. He’s no writer, but Carlos is his muse, and Carlos naked, well…
But Carlos has other ideas.
As he removes his hand from TK’s cock, he replaced it with his mouth. Over his boxers, he mouths at it, sucking at the wet material. TK moans at the contact, wishing he could do something to remove the single layer without having to move. He wants it gone. He wants Carlos’ mouth on his bare cock, and he wants to bask in it. He wants to feel his tongue circle the head, suck at it, run down the underside; he wants it all.
“Baby…”
Carlos hums, and the vibrations only work at driving TK further into oblivion. It’s not enough, but it’s something, something TK wants more of.
“Please, baby.” He runs his fingers through Carlos’ damp curls. “Take me, baby, please.”
In response, Carlos meets his eye, just for a second, and grins deviously. He presses two fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and carefully, ever so carefully, pulls them down a little at a time. He exposes the head in its entirety, immediately taking it in his mouth. TK is so caught up in the feeling, his husband’s warm mouth finally, finally, wrapped around his cock that he hardly notices Carlos pulling his boxers off. It’s instinctual, the way TK lifts his hips to allow Carlos to pull them down, then, the way he watches as Carlos, still holding the head of his cock in his mouth, throws the boxers behind him. They make a splash into the water of the pool, and TK thinks good riddance.
Carlos immediately takes the rest of him into his mouth. TK’s moans are loud, uncaring, and he’s never been so glad for all this privacy of their honeymoon suite. He’d do this anywhere, but here, knowing it’s all for him and Carlos, god, he swears he’s never been so turned on in his life.
There’s something about the way Carlos works him. It’s been long enough, of course, that he knows exactly what to do, what TK likes and what he needs to be pushed over the edge.
The thing is, TK is sure Carlos is doing everything he can to make sure he doesn’t come.
It feels incredible, though. As it always does. Carlos has got nearly his whole length in his mouth, his hand covering the rest. He moves up and down, slowly, teasingly, and TK tries to buck forwards, but Carlos’ hand pushes down on his hip, leaving him completely at his husband’s mercy.
TK cries out. He wants to scream and shout and beg for more more more, but he doesn’t. He lets Carlos move in his tantalizing ways, taking all of it. His fingers grasp Carlos’ curls, and he tugs and pulls, his silent way of asking, but Carlos does nothing to push him forward.
Instead, he pulls off.
“Carlos, what the fuck?” TK grumbles, pouting.
He squeezes the base of TK’s cock. “I’m not done with you,” he says, and with one swift jump, he pushes himself out of the water, effectively letting go of his length. Hovering over TK, he brings their mouths back together.
If TK could just move his hips enough, he knows he could align his cock with Carlos’. And he wants to, more than anything, but Carlos is kissing him so thoroughly his head is spinning, and the hand he’s not leaning on is holding TK’s hip so he can’t. Even if he tries to arch his back, he can’t get the friction he wants.
But, he figures, two can play that game.
He doesn’t know how, really, but he manages to flip them over. Maybe Carlos wanted that, maybe he planned it all along, and maybe TK is giving him exactly what he wants, but how can TK complain when he’s got his stunning husband underneath him, naked, hard, and ready for him?
“So sexy,” he murmurs against Carlos’ lips.
Carlos threads his fingers through his hair and tugs him forward, their lips crashing together desperately. Almost immediately, they start rutting up against each other, their cocks aligning only sometimes, and it’s not enough, not by far, but it’s something, something that feels amazing. They carry on, kissing and grinding against each other like they’re two teenagers having their first time, but TK doesn’t care. He’s got his husband naked on the edge of the pool on their honeymoon. If he could bear to be apart from Carlos for more than a second, he could look over the edge of the infinity pool and see the beautiful sea below, and it would set itself apart from anything else they’ve ever done, but TK knows that. He doesn’t need to let his eyes leave Carlos’ to know that.
So instead, he carries on kissing Carlos like his life depends on it—and it does in many ways—and letting their cocks slide together because it feels so goddamn good. Like a heat that runs right down his spine, through his veins, everywhere.
“TK,” Carlos pants. “Tyler.”
He pulls back and tilts his head in question. His lips are swollen, his eyes blown, and his hair a mess, yet under Carlos’ gaze, he feels as beautiful as ever.
“Wanna be inside of you,” he says as he blindly reaches behind TK, hand trailing along his ass until a finger presses at his hole. “Please, Ty, I want you so bad. Please let me fuck you.”
Shivering at the contact, TK is nearly tempted to let him do it, that urge to feel Carlos so overwhelming that he’s close to losing it.
“We need lube, baby,” he says instead because it’s true. “We could take this inside,” he adds, though he doesn’t want to, but if they want to fuck, they’re going to have to. He didn’t prepare to have his husband fuck him on the edge of their private pool, and now he’s desperately wishing he did because moving away from the cool tiles, the sun’s blissfully warm on his back, and water periodically lapping at his feet seems like hell.
There’s something perfect about this moment, if only they had the lube.
“No.” Carlos shakes his head and kisses TK again, long and thorough. When he pulls back, he gestures to the table where they’d previously eaten breakfast. “It’s behind the vase.”
The vase of flowers Carlos put on the table earlier, insisting the red roses made their breakfast even more romantic than it already was for their honeymoon. The vase of flowers Carlos obviously planned on putting there so he could sneak in a bottle of lube just like he planned this.
Oh, of course.
TK kisses him once more, then jumps up and runs over to the table. Sure enough, the bottle of half-full lube is there in plain sight that TK somehow didn’t notice before. He grabs it and speeds back to his husband, immediately climbing back on top of him and batting away that hand that made its way to his cock.
“Mine,” TK says, handing the lube to Carlos in both silent questioning and consent.
“Mine,” Carlos echoes, and TK grins.
Soon enough, TK feels Carlos’ slick finger at the rim of his hole again. At his nod, Carlos pushes in, and TK’s head falls forward. He ends up leaning his forehead against Carlos’, breathing heavily as Carlos adds a second and third. It’s not needed, really, but he wants it, he takes it, and he loves it when Carlos crooks his fingers to press against that spot.
He’s a mess of curse words and mumbles of variations of Carlos’ name—Carlos, babe, baby—and every time he tries to kiss his husband, he ends up just moaning into his mouth.
“I’m ready.”
“I know,” Carlos whispers. “You didn’t need it because I’ve already fucked you this morning, haven’t I, Tyler?”
The way Carlos’ voice sounds, all low and raspy, shoots straight to his cock. And his words are true, too; it’s only been a matter of hours—one or two—since Carlos fucked him before, and TK didn’t need the prep. But he figured there was no point in arguing with Carlos on that one because he always says prep is the most important part. In his usual state, TK would agree, but with his lust-filled brain, his husband’s fingers deep inside of him, he’s really struggling to sort his thoughts out.
But apparently, Carlos is now teasing him for him.
“Yes,” he says, nodding. Because he’s proud of it.
“And you’ve been teasing me all morning, haven’t you?” Carlos angles his fingers, and TK cries out. “Haven’t you, Tyler?”
There’s something about the way Carlos says his name, his full name, that gets to him. No one else has ever had this impact on him, a mere name driving him absolutely insane. He wants to hear it over and over and over, and he knows if he asked, Carlos would. He could ask for anything, and Carlos would give it to him.
“Please, baby, please.”
Carlos pulls his fingers out. He’s slow and careful, but TK hates the feeling. Even though he knows what comes next, he doesn’t want to wait, he doesn’t want to feel empty like this. It’s stupid and ridiculous, but Carlos does these kinds of things to his brain, so he finds himself wishing he could keep Carlos inside of him at all times.
He can’t even blame the fact they’re on their honeymoon; he’s always like this.
When Carlos rolls them over, the slight roughness of the poolside tiles grates on his back, but the pain hardly matters. He likes it, really, the way it scratches because Carlos is pressing him into the ground, hiking one of his legs up, and leaning down to lick at the tip of his cock. TK moans out, again, loud and uncaring, his fingers making their way into his drying curls.
“C’mon, baby,” he whines, begs, and he doesn’t care. “Please, Carlos, please, please, please.”
Instead, Carlos kisses him silent. It works a treat, too, since Carlos is the only thing on this planet than can render him silent. He licks into TK’s mouth, and TK can taste himself on Carlos’ tongue, a flavor increasingly familiar these days. His own come, his own pre-come, mingled in with the unique taste of his husband. Addictive in a way TK doesn’t think is bad, but even if it was, he’s not sure anything would stop him from wanting it, wanting Carlos, all the time.
“You want me to fuck you,” Carlos says between them, “right here, out in the open where anyone could see?”
It’s a question that doesn’t need answering, merely Carlos’ way of teasing, but TK nods anyway. “Please.”
Reaching for the bottle of lube, Carlos drips some onto his hand, then wraps his hand around his cock. His eyes never leave TK’s as he moves his hand, jerking himself slowly and methodically, coating himself ready for TK. There’s a big part of TK that wants to bat his hand out of the way and do it himself, to feel Carlos’ cock in his hand, to guide it to his lips and let Carlos fuck his mouth, but there’s a bigger part of him that needs Carlos to fuck him now.
So he lifts his legs, wrapping them around Carlos’ waist, and tries to push himself onto Carlos’ cock. Of course, it doesn’t work, but it sends the message.
“You’ve been imagining this,” Carlos says, holding himself to TK’s hole. He taps it once, twice, then pushes in slightly. “Me fucking you everywhere in this place. We’ve done inside, but you’ve been dreaming about this.” He pushes in fully, resting his forehead against TK’s. “Fuck, TK.”
Yeah, TK gets that.
It feels amazing. Words cannot describe how amazing it feels, how amazing it always feels, but this is… It’s next level, really. Maybe it’s the fact they’re on their honeymoon, outside by the pool with the lapping waves in the background and the sun beating down on their backs. Their love is physical, tangible, and TK feels like he’s swimming in it.
“Oh my god,” he says with a moan. “You feel— Oh my god.”
“TK—”
“Please, baby.” He runs his fingers through Carlos’ hair, tugging just the way he likes it. “Please, Carlos, I want it, I’ve wanted it for—”
Carlos pulls out. He kisses TK as he snaps their hips together, but the kiss gets broken when they let out simultaneous moans. Instead, they end up panting into each other’s mouths as TK tries to match Carlos’ rhythm. He throws his head back against the tiles, and Carlos moves his hand just in time to cushion his fall.
“Careful, Ty,” Carlos says with a devilish smirk. He hikes TK’s leg up even further, so TK hooks it over Carlos’ shoulder as he moves faster and harder.
In a cloud of moans and whines, loud, uncaring, TK takes everything that Carlos is willing to give. At one point, TK tries to take his own cock into his hand, to push himself further over that edge, but Carlos bats it away. He takes it himself, matching the rhythm of his hips. Harsh and punishing in the best way possible.
TK loves it.
He doesn’t want it to end, but Carlos runs the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, and TK is gone. He comes in ropes over Carlos’ hand without a warning, arching his back and thrashing around. If he could, he’d lock his hips around Carlos and hold him there, as deep as possible, forever, but Carlos keeps moving, and he isn’t complaining. He feels every single movement.
“Tyler,” Carlos breathes, trying to kiss him, “I’m close, I’m—”
“Come for me, baby. Come on.”
And he does. With one final thrust, TK feels it. He hears Carlos moan into his ear, then let out a gasp of TK’s name before collapsing on top of him, completely breathless. TK lets his legs fall as he wraps his arms around his husband, sighing.
“Oh my god, that was—”
“Are you seriously—”
“Yes,” Carlos says. He rolls off of TK, though he doesn’t get far because TK clings to him. “You are really good at that, Ty, but you know that, don’t you?”
He shrugs nonchalantly, eyes shining as he grins. “Well, you did most of the work.”
Carlos rolls his eyes playfully. “You’re the one who spent the whole morning teasing me.”
“And you’re the one who hid the lube with the flowers.”
“I was being romantic.”
TK raises a brow. “Romantic.”
Carlos nods proudly.
“And you say I’m the one who wanted this.”
Leaning over him, Carlos brushes the tips of their noses together, and TK fights the urge to shiver. “Aren’t you?”
“Not just me.”
Carlos grins. He hovers his lips over TK’s. “And it’s not just you after round two either.”
TK can’t exactly hide the fact his cock is already on its way to becoming hard again, can’t hide the way his body just reacts to Carlos’. And if he’s honest, he doesn’t want to. If Carlos is going to be this close to him, still naked, teasing him like this, and just simply existing as his husband, TK is going to react.
And he’s glad it’s not only him in this constant state of want either.
“Please,” he whines. “Carlos, baby, please.”
Carlos goes to kiss him, but he pulls back just as quickly. “Please what, TK? What do you want?”
“Anything,” he says, and it’s undeniably the truth. He’s sure he’ll always want anything from his husband.
Carlos kisses him. And apparently, he’ll always get it.