“We can’t really play because of JJ. And you’re not…” His face turned an adorable shade of pink. “Are blowjobs and handjobsenoughfor you, Sir?”
Maddox smiled. “They’re the start, buddy. We’re doing things backward and getting married first. I like the idea of keeping you in mental limbo for a little while, though. I meant what I said about control. That’s more important to me than spanking or play. There might be nights I tie you up and edge you and use you and make you beg to come. There might be nights we play and I see how many times I can make you come in the space of a few hours. We’re just getting started, and I’d rather take my time and do things this way. Day by day, night by night. Taking our time and having fun.”
Hank leaned in and nuzzled the front of Maddox’s shorts, which were tented by his erection. “Am I allowed to ask to make a rule, Sir?”
“Of course. This isn’t a one-way thing, buddy.”
“Then I’d like to make a rule, Sir,” he quietly said, his breath warm against Maddox’s cock, even through his shorts.
“What’s that?”
Those blue eyes of his would always hit Maddox hard in the feels. “I’m not allowed to lie to you, and I have to tell you if something’s wrong, correct?”
“Yes?”
“Ifyouaren’t getting what you need, if you feel like you’re missing something, I want a rule in place that you’lltellme and give me the chance to come up with a solutionwithyou—together.”
Maddox sat up, which prompted Hank to sit up. He cupped Hank’s cheek with his hand and kissed him, taking his time and savoring it. “I promise,” Maddox said. “That’s a rule I’ll gladly agree to.”
That was the last talking they did for a while, because Hank pushed him back onto the bed and pulled Maddox’s shorts down. It wasn’t the world’s best blowjob, but every one he gave Maddox was getting better, and they were pretty good to start with.
No complaints about them, that was for sure.
What he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm.
And those blue eyes of his.
Once sated, he pulled Hank into his arms to snuggle with him tucked against his side. “I think I’m going to hyphenate your last name to mine,” Maddox said. He’d been thinking about this ever since Hank had said yes.
“You don’t want me to change my name?” Hank asked.
“No, because of JJ. It’s easier to change my name.”
“What if I wanted to add your name, Sir?”
Maddox stared into his eyes. “That’d be cool.” But his heart raced in a good way at that. “Is that something you’ve been thinking about?”
“Uh, yeah. I want my husband’s name.”
“What if you’d married a woman?”
Hank shrugged. “I never really thought about it much before now, but I kind of think they should take each other’s names. Why only one? Or keep both their names.”
Maddox thought about the wedding bands he’d hidden in his laptop case. “Good point.”
* * * *
When they finally climbed out of bed, JJ wasn’t far behind them, drawn by the smell of coffee brewing.
“There’s our princess,” Maddox said, kissing the top of her head when she wandered into the kitchen. “Let’s check your blood sugar.”
She melodramatically sighed as she flounced into her chair, dropped her head to the table, and stuck her hand out. “Isuppose.”
It made Maddox snicker, because he’d seen her do more of this so far than Hank had. She wasn’t seriously griping, more she was trying to make him laugh. She knew he hated having to stick her, and she wasn’t sure enough to do it yet herself.
Maddox checked her sugar levels and consulted with the instructions to verify what he was giving her and how much before he did. Her sugar was a little high, and she’d be eating shortly. They were still so early in this process that the doctors wanted to fine-tune her medications. There were all sorts of variables, like food, gymnastics, and martial arts, that could impact her sugar levels. Since she was already very active, that would help in some ways.
But already they could see the worst of her irritability, which had crept up on them over the past couple of months, was gone, as was a lot of her previous exhaustion.
