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Steven Ford’s been working as an army field nurse overseas for the last two years. He’s gotten used to barking out orders and not being home. He’s just mustered out though and is home to surprise his husband Lawson just in time for the holidays.
Just before Steven left, this Dom and sub officially got married, but they never got a honeymoon and now they need to rediscover how they fit together. Can Steven and Lawson regain what they’ve been missing for the last two years and reconnect for Christmas?
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Law headed for the kitchen, and only then turned on a light. Someone was sitting in the kitchen, loving on his mastiff, Ginger. And he didn’t have his fucking gun on him. And what the fuck, Ginger—thanks for playing guard dog. He should have known something was up when she didn’t meet him at the door.
“I have a gun,” he said quietly. Not on him, but nobody needed to know that.
“Well, I assume so, since you’re an officer of the law. I had to turn my sidearm in when I signed my discharge papers.” The voice was deep, low, and the near-black eyes that glanced over at him were more necessary than breath. “Hey, Law,” Steven said. “Merry Christmas.”
Law’s jaw dropped open, his heart beginning to beat hard and fast. For a moment his brain refused to acknowledge the truth of it, that Steven was here, now, three days before Christmas, sitting in their kitchen like he’d only been gone for a couple hours.
As if the word broke the spell he was under, Law surged forward, wrapping his husband in a hug and pressing their lips together hard enough he felt his lip split on his teeth. He didn’t care, though. All that mattered was that after nearly two fucking years, Steven was home.
Steven stood and pushed up into his arms, hands hard in his hair. They kissed like they were never going to stop and, quite frankly, that was just fine by Law.
Steven tasted just like he remembered, and he cried out into the kiss. He had a thousand questions, but they could all wait. This was all that mattered right now. Law cupped Steven’s head, keeping him right there, his other hand moving to slide along Steven’s back, right down to his ass. God, all those beautiful muscles were still there, still strong and enticing, inviting his admiration and his touches.
Steven wasn’t in his BDUs. He was in a pair of jeans and a heavy sweater. Real clothes. Civvies. Fucking A.
Law pulled back long enough to look Steven up and down, then he pressed in again, tongue pushing right into Steven’s mouth. Steven wasn’t playing a bit, sucking his tongue, his cock hard as nails against him. The raven's-wing black hair was cropped close, tickling Law’s palms. He missed the long hair, but it would grow back.
Law pulled away again, long enough to mutter, “Bed?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he just started walking them backward, even as he dove back into more kisses.
“Uh-huh.” Steven fit against him like a hand in a glove, making him ache.
He bumped into a couple of walls, but couldn’t really give a shit. This man was worth more than a few bruises. Finally, they were in the bedroom and he headed for the bed where he dragged Steven over to the mattress.
“You’re real.” The words huffed out of him as he stared at Steven.
“I am. Naked. Skin. Now.” The words were barked out, like Steven was the one to give the orders around here.
“Oh, you’ve been gone far too long if you think that kind of thing is going to stand. I’m going to have to beat your ass until it glows so you remember who’s in charge around here.” But right now, Law just wanted to fuck like animals. And he was going to start ripping Steven’s clothes off in a second.
Steven gave him a wild grin. “Later. Save it up.”
His buttons went flying as Steven ripped his shirt open. Law laughed and pushed Steven’s sweater off. He could put everything else aside and just be a cavemen, that was for sure.
Once he had Steven’s sweater off, he returned the favor, ripping apart Steven’s shirt. Steven already had his pants unfastened, pushed down over his ass, baring his cock.
“Oh fuck, look at that beautiful piece of meat.” Law grabbed it, began stroking fast. The heat of Steven’s cock burned against his palm, the silk of it the best texture ever. Body tanned, cock pale and full and that fat, ball sac heavy and swinging—Steven made his mouth dry.
“Fuck.” The word pushed out of Law again, just before he pressed their mouths together, kissing Steven for all he was worth. He had two years of kisses to catch up on and he was planning to make huge inroads on that deficit immediately.
Steven wrapped their cocks together, fingers beginning to stroke, sure and fast. Law grabbed hold of Steven’s nipples with his fingers, squeezing and tugging on them as best he could with his brains busy leaking out of his cock.
“Love.” Steven bit at his lips and squeezed their cocks tight.
“Need you so badly.” Like he’d die if they didn’t get to come together. Groaning, he pinched harder at Steven’s little nubs.
“Right here,” growled Steven. “Focus.”
“I know where you are.” He pinched again and pushed against Steven so their bodies rubbed from head to toe.
“Good. Asshole. Touch me.”
He pinched Steven’s other nipple very hard. “Am. Butthead.” Then he pushed Steven’s hand away and grabbed hold of Steven’s cock, jacking roughly.
“Fuck yes. Yes. Harder, love.”
“You got bossy while you’ve been away.” He rubbed his fingers across the tip of Steven’s cock.
“I’ve been an officer in command.”
“I’m going to have to train it out of you again.” Law liked that idea. He liked it a lot. But first, they had this.
“Shut up and touch me,” Steven ordered.
Law pulled his hands away. “I was!”
Growling, he pounced on Steven and rolled him onto the bed, pressing him into the mattress. Steven wrapped around him, bucking up hard against him. He met Steven’s movements with his own, rocking them together over and over. God, it felt amazing to be naked with his lover, in bed. It had been too long.
Steven beamed, clinging to him, eyes lit up.
Law had to respond to that look, he just had to. “Love you, asshole.”
“God, I love you.”
Law nodded and rocked harder, their bodies sliding together. He couldn’t wait to get off, but he wanted it to last forever, too, for it to not be over.
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