2gether Again

Epilogue (Explicit)

Phuket, 2022

Tine pushed down on Sarawat's chest, legs aching from their position on either side of Sarawat's hips while his husband thrusted into him deeply. He groaned as Sarawat gripped his thighs tightly, gyrating into him with each drag of his thick cock.

"Wat—" Tine moaned, leaning forward to kiss messily into Sarawat's mouth, tongues slipping over each other. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

In an impressive feat of strength, Sarawat flipped them over, unsheathing and sheathing his cock in seconds, Tine feeling the wind punched out of him with the sudden movement. The guitarist spread Tine's legs as far as they could go as he hammered in and out of Tine's hole.

"Fuck," Sarawat groaned, body shuddering as he came inside his husband. He was careful as he pulled out, Tine's abused rim looking particularly red after their third round that night. Tine's cock was still as hard as a rock and Sarawat took no extra time going down on him, straight to the hilt.

"Damnit, Wat. So good—" Tine mumbled, biting his lips as his cock was engulfed in the warmth of Sarawat's mouth and throat. Man, did his husband give amazing fucking head.

Sarawat pulled off for a few seconds with a snort, "Thank you, Tine," before going back to town on Tine's dick. Tine turned red with a moan, realizing he said that last thought out loud.

Sarawat brought up a hand to circle around Tine's rim, feeling the trickle of his cum and pushing it back inside roughly with two fingers, hitting Tine's prostate dead-on. With a shout, Tine's came down Sarawat's throat without warning, legs twitching against Sarawat's shoulders as he orgasmed.

"Good?" Sarawat asked, climbing up and wrapping his arms around Tine and kissing him softly.

Tine sighed dreamily. "Good."

Tine reached for the pack of wipes on the nightstand and gave them both a cursory wipe before lying back down against Sarawat's chest.

"Happy anniversary," Tine said softly, pressing a kiss against Sarawat's collarbone. "I love you."

Sarawat pulled the covers over them and kissed Tine's forehead. "I love you too. Happy anniversary, my dear husband."

"We're happy, aren't we?" Tine asked quietly, thoughts wandering to the conversation he had with Type the other day before they left for their trip.

Sarawat looked curiously at Tine. "Disgustingly happy, according to Phukong. Why do you ask?"

"I... talked to Type the other day."

"Okay...?"

"He and Man are thinking of adopting their foster child."

"That's great!" Sarawat said, "Man's been wanting to start a family with Type since they started babysitting for Boss and Amp."

Boss had gotten his girlfriend pregnant last year and they had a shotgun wedding; although the couple was happily in love even without the baby on the way. Man and Type had decided to foster a child after that, and now, it seems they were ready for adoption.

"Would you—" Tine coughed nervously, "Want to have kids?"

Sarawat went quiet for a few minutes. It's not that he wasn't happy with just him and Tine. God, he and Tine could grow old together on a remote island with no other inhabitants and he would still be happy but...

"Yes." Sarawat replied, "Especially if I get to raise them with you."

The smile on Tine's face was blinding. "Them?"