“More, babe.” Wyl’s half-closed eyes showed evidence of his passion.
Rod added a second finger and pushed in and pulled out, nudging Wyl’s gland each time. A pool of pre-cum in Wyl’s navel jiggled with each tag of Wyl’s gland as his stomach muscles reacted to the pleasure.
“I need you inside me,” Wyl gasped.
Rod positioned himself and pushed inside. His husband's warmth surrounded his cock as he leaned down to devour his mouth in a searing kiss.
Wyl reached between them and wet his hand in the pool of pre-cum before stroking himself.
Wyl tightened around Rod's cock. “Are you about to cum, babe?” he whispered.
“Oh God, yes.” Wyl gasped, his breathing fast and shallow.
“Cum for me, babe.”
“Guh!” Wyl gasped, his anus throbbing with each shot of warm cum.
Rod went over the edge, filling Wyl with his man seed as he held his breath in ecstasy.
They collapsed in each other’s arms as the afterglow wrapped around them.
A few minutes later, Rod rolled off Wyl and glided his fingers through Wyl’s seed, caressing his stomach. “Let’s do lots of this while we’re in Ireland.”
“You got it, babe.” Wyl kissed his forehead, rolled over, and sat up. “Want a quick shower?” He started toward the bathroom.
“You bet.” Rod joined Wyl in the shower.
* * *
Clean and refreshed, they donned jeans and tees.
“I brought a bottle of wine,” Rod said. “Want a glass?”
Wyl nodded. “Sure. Is it a Zin?”
“Of course.” Rod reached for the room service menu. “We skipped lunch. Should we order dinner in?”
Wyl opened the wine and let it breathe. “Fine with me. I’m up for a club sandwich or something.”
“I'll order in.” Rod picked up the phone and ordered. “Two club sandwiches and two sparkling waters, please.” He waited for confirmation. “Nothing else, thanks. Twenty minutes? Fine.” He hung up.
Wyl poured two glasses and handed one to Rod. “To us.”
“To our successful mission,” Rod said.
They clinked glasses and took a sip.
“Mmmmmm... first rate,” Wyl said. “I’m glad you helped me understand wines. Excellent wine is a treat to the palate.”
“Fine wine is one of life's greatest pleasures,” Rod said. “And knowledge of wine may come in handy for our mission. An Irish opera buff with an artsy companion may be a wine connoisseur.”
“Do they have wineries in Ireland?”
“It’s a new industry in Ireland,” Rod said. “But yes, a few wineries popped up recently. I’ve not sampled Irish wine, though.”
“We’ll have to try the Irish wines,” Wyl said.
Dinner arrived, and the waiter wheeled in the cart, setting the chairs for them and uncovering the meals.
Wyl tipped him.
“Enjoy your meal, gentlemen.” The door closed behind him.
They dug into the tasty sandwiches.
“We’re not to talk with anyone about this mission. I need to be careful not to let something slip,” Rod said.
Wyl grinned. “We won’t be around anyone much. We have less than two weeks before we report for training. If we stay on the ranch, we won’t interact with anyone except perhaps the hands. Once we are in Ireland, we won’t have any personal contacts. So we should be okay. Plus, the honeymoon is a believable cover. Everyone welcomes honeymooners.”
“You’re right. I’m being too cautious.”
“Rod, being too cautious for this mission is okay. We need to be on high alert every minute. Remember, we promised each other we would be on our ranch for our second Christmas together. I'm holding you to our promise.”
“As long as you hold me, I’ll be fine,” Rod said.
They spent the evening watching a movie and cuddling on the loveseat before bed.
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