Always and Forever

Consummating the Marriage

Derek stepped into their bedroom, still carrying Spencer who was clinging to his neck. He stumbled a little under the weight of the full grown man in his arms. In the room he dropped Spencer onto the bed.

"What was that surprise you were talking about earlier?" Derek asked as he slid his hands up underneath Spencer's now untucked shirt and vest.

"Why don't you take my clothes off and find out?" Spencer said, biting his lip.

"Oh baby you don't have to ask me twice." Derek made quick work of pulling off Spencer's jacket, vest, shirt, socks and finally his pants. He had to stifle a laugh when he saw what the surprise was.

"How did you get these on without me noticing?" Derek asked, staring down at the white lace garter that was sitting snugly around Spencer's pale thigh. The garter also just happened to match the panties Spencer wore. It wasn't that it wasn't sexy, it was, and honestly, Derek had imagined Spencer in some sort of lingerie more times than he could count. No, Derek was laughing because Spencer had been arguing all day that he wasn't Derek's bride, yet here he was wearing a garter and panties.

"Very quickly," came Spencer's answer. "Do you like them?"

Derek pulled part of the garter back from Spencer's leg then let it snap back into place, causing the genius to yelp.

"Oh yeah, I like them a lot." Derek placed a few gentle kisses along Spencer's hip just above the waistline of his panties. Spencer's breath caught in his throat at the contact. He clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a moan that threatened to escape his lips.

"Roll over baby," Derek commanded. He stepped back just for a moment to strip down to his boxers. Meanwhile, Spencer rolled onto his stomach in the center of the bed and placed a pillow under his hips, knowing exactly what Derek wanted. His body shaking just thinking about what was to come.

After Derek was undressed he got on the bed, holding a bottle of massage oil that he had stuffed in the bedside table the first night they spent in the cabin, and straddled Spencer's thighs. He was going to make good on his earlier promise to eat his husband out, but before that he had other plans. Derek warmed a handful of oil between his palms before slowly digging them into Spencer's shoulders. The other man jumped at the contact but quickly settled.

"Lavender?" Spencer asked after smelling the oil.

"Yes. What else?" This was a game they played every once in a while with all different items, oils, lotions, soaps and even candles. Spencer had an eidetic memory so of course it made sense that he would remember every scent he smelled, and Derek liked to test him. He was good at distinguishing individual scents, but sometimes blends confused him.

"There's definitely some kind of citrus. Is it orange?" Spencer asked.

"I don't know, is it?" Derek allowed his hands to travel down further on Spencer's back, inching towards that pretty lace.

"Yes, that's orange." Spencer said.

"There's one more baby, think you can get it?" Derek asked. Spencer was silent for a while. Derek was starting to think that he had fallen asleep when he finally answered.

"Chamomile," the younger man said.

"Bingo. You're good at this baby."

"Mm," Spencer hummed in response.

Finally Derek slid his hands down to cup Spencer's ass that was wrapped in white lace. It was like a gift, even had a little bow on top, and Derek couldn't wait to tear the wrapping off. He pulled the panties down Spencer's thighs to the crook of his knees. Spencer sucked in a deep breath at the movement, but stayed still.

"Can I eat you out pretty boy?" Derek asked. Spencer let out a guttural groan.

"Please Derek, please put your mouth on me."

Derek wasted no time. He took one cheek in either han and spread them apart to gain access to Spencer's puckered hole. Spencer was trembling with want. He could feel Derek's hot breath ghosting over him but it wasn't enough, he needed more. Luckily, Derek took mercy on him and gently licked over his hole.

Spencer let out a ragged moan. He had been half hard all day and now that he was finally getting some stimulation it was almost too much. He rutted his hips against the pillow he was laying on, trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure on his cock.

Derek chuckled at his husband's eagerness, but resumed his ministrations. He could feel Spencer getting close when he finally licked inside him, but instead of allowing him to come, he pulled away and grabbed his hips to stop him from grinding. Spencer whimpered at the loss of friction.

When Derek was sure Spencer wasn't going to come, he continued eating him out, but kept his grip on the other man's hips so he wasn't getting any stimulation to his cock.

"Derek you are going to kill me," Spencer whined.

"Oh come on, we just started. It would be a shame if you came now," Derek mumbled into the flesh of Spencer's ass. Spencer let out a frustrated sigh.

"Use your safeword if it gets to be too much," Derek said, pulling back so he could be heard clearly. "Yellow for stop what you're doing right now, red for stop everything."

"I know the safewords Derek," Spencer huffed, though Derek could tell he wasn't actually upset, just a little impatient.

"Alright, alright, just making sure." Derek continued what he had been doing. He brought Spencer to the edge again before pulling away. This time Spencer let out a choked off sob at the loss of contact.

Spencer nearly came twice more before Derek decided he had had enough. The younger man was panting and sweating and babbling incoherently. Derek took immense pleasure in being able to make his husband lose control.

"You ready for my cock Spence? You ready for me to stretch you out?" Derek asked.

"Yes, yes Derek, please, I need you inside me!" Spencer begged. And really, how could Derek refuse?

He lubed himself up and pushed into Spencer's hole in one smooth thrust. Spencer's breath caught in his throat when he did so. Derek's thrusts were quick and deep, neither one of them having the patience to go slow.

Spencer felt like he was being split in two, every sensation heightened by just how turned on he was. He knew he wasn't going to last long with the brutal pace that Derek had set.

"Derek. Derek I'm close," Spencer cried.

"Me too baby. Go ahead, let go," Derek said. The permission was all Spencer needed. He spilled all over the pillow with a shout.

Derek was right behind him, coming deep inside the genius. Though he had already finished, the sensation was so erotic it was almost enough to get Spencer hard again. Almost, but in the end he was too worn out to get it up.

"I love you Spence," Derek sighed once he had slipped out and laid next to his husband.

"I love you too Der."