2023 Top Ten Gay Romance

The Wedding by T.J. Blackley-6

Edward could not help himself; he leaned in and stole a kiss from this beautiful, brave, perfect man who had, somehow, married him., just that morning. “Not at all,” he said. “I would love nothing more.” Roger let out a long, unsteady breath, as though he had truly been nervous that Edward would reject him. “But first,” Edward murmured, and Roger’s eyes snapped to his again, his hand flexing in Edward’s. “I wondered if you might let me…indulge myself.”

“How?” Roger asked, and then held up a hand, forestalling Edward’s explanation. “No,” he said, seeming surprised at his own daring. “Do not tell me.” His eyes flashed dark and suddenly lustful again. “Show me.”

Edward placed his hand on the side of Roger’s head and tilted him until the side of his neck was exposed. He leaned in and sucked a kiss there, relishing Roger’s surprised cry, and then sat back up. “Lean back against the pillows, my darling,” he murmured, “and spread your legs.”

Roger scrambled to obey so quickly that Edward almost jumped. He had to bite back a chuckle at his own expense, which was not difficult when Roger spread himself across the duvet and, with a deepening blush across his chest that Edward wanted to taste, shyly spread his legs, revealing a c**k that was hard enough to stand proud from his belly.

Edward wanted to taste that dark red skin, and now he could. He raised off his knees and crawled up the bed, until his hips were between Roger’s thighs, that delectable c**k pressed against his abdomen—Roger moaned at the pressure, and Edward felt it twitch—and bent to smear his mouth along Roger’s collarbone.

The taste of Roger’s skin burst on his tongue: sweat, salt, and something that tasted remarkably like cinnamon. Edward licked him again, relishing the drag of his chest hair on his tongue, and mouthed his way down to one n****e.

He kissed it, and Roger jolted, his hands flying to the back of Edward’s head as a surprised, “Oh!” burst from his lips. Edward sucked his n****e between his lips and laved it with his tongue, grinning to himself when it stiffened beneath his attentions, his areola pebbling delightfully.

Edward loved on his husband’s n****e until Roger was moaning continuously and twitching under him, and then switched to the other side, dragging his nose between his pectorals until he could wrap his lips around his other n****e. “Edward,” Roger breathed, his nails scratching at the nape of Edward’s neck, and Edward took pity on him and left it, instead opening his mouth and letting his tongue wet a path down Roger’s stomach into that trail of hair that had so taunted him before.

Roger was panting by now, his hands tight on Edward’s shoulders as Edward carefully nosed around the base of his c**k to dip his tongue into the crease of his thigh. Roger’s thighs were smooth and unblemished, covered in dark hair, and Edward began sucking a mark into one of them, holding them apart with his hands. He could feel them trembling in his grip, and once again grinned around a mouthful of Roger’s flesh.

“Edward, Edward, Edward,” Roger was whispering when he resurfaced. His nails were digging holes in Edward’s shoulders, and his eyes were screwed shut. His c**k was almost fully hard, and beginning to leak from the tip. Edward could deny himself no longer; he gently took hold of Roger’s shaft in one hand and licked the precious fluid from his slit.

Roger’s scream was high and thready, and Edward looked up to see him fall flat on his shoulders, his hands covering his face. Edward began to kiss down his shaft, his other hand still holding Roger’s thigh open. He kissed down to the root, then tongued a wet trail back up and took Roger’s head between his lips.

He tasted divine, still sweat and cinnamon but now with an even saltier layer overtop, slightly bitter and exactly to Edward’s tastes. He hollowed his cheeks and slid his mouth further down, moaning as Roger filled his mouth to perfection.

There was a muscle in Roger’s thigh that was twitching in time with Edward’s sucking. He dug his fingers into the meat of his leg and Roger groaned. Edward flicked his eyes up to see that Roger had pushed himself up onto his elbows, his chest a gorgeous arch between them. His head was hanging back so Edward could not see his face, but he could hear him, agonized moans and grunts and hissed breaths that filled Edward’s ears like the sweetest symphony.

Edward let himself sink into the rhythm of sucking c**k, mindlessly cataloging everything that made Roger moan and twitch. His hand on Roger’s shaft pumped him slowly, coming up to meet his lips as far down as they could go and then sliding down to his base.

Roger’s sounds began to build, and his hips started thrusting, short and shallow attempts to get his c**k further into Edward’s mouth. Edward slid his hand from Roger’s thigh to his hip, pressing down until Roger subsided, and then slid it down, giving Roger’s testes a teasing brush before slipping even further back to stroke his perineum.

“Oh,” Roger cried, the shout sounding ripped from his throat. “Edward, I—I’m, I’m going to—Edward—”

Edward sucked him harder, took him deeper, and at the same time sent his questing finger further back. He hadn’t gotten out the oil first, and he did not want to free his mouth even long enough to use saliva, so he just pressed the pad of his finger against Roger’s entrance, the barest pressure, but it was enough—Roger screamed and spilled into his mouth, his body jolting as his c**k pulsed a spray of hot, bitter fluid onto Edward’s waiting tongue.

Edward swallowed it all, not letting a single drop slip away from him. He removed his finger from Roger’s hole and gripped both of his hips in his hands, sucking him until Roger whimpered and scratched at his shoulder.

Only then did he pull off and look up. Roger was gazing down at him, dumbstruck, his pupils completely blown and his mouth agape. His cheeks were bright pink, as were his neck and chest, and Edward had never seen anything more mind-bendingly arousing than the sight of his beloved darling in the afterglow.

Roger reached for him and Edward crawled up his body again. He hesitated, unsure if Roger would want the taste of himself, but he needn’t have; Roger pulled him into a deep kiss, for the first time sending his own tongue between Edward’s lips, seemingly in pursuit of every drop of himself still on Edward’s tongue.

They kissed for a long time, Roger languid and Edward still frantic, until Edward had to pull away and pant into Roger’s neck. Roger stroked his short hair, his other hand petting Edward’s shoulders until he had ahold of himself once more.

“That was…” Roger said breathlessly, when Edward looked at him again. Roger smiled shyly, shrugging one shoulder. “I did not know it was possible to feel that good,” he finished, his tongue stealing out to wet his lower lip. “Already you have blown past all my expectations.”

“Do you still want me to take you?” Edward asked. His throat was raspy now from work as well as lust, and to his delight Roger shuddered at the sound of his hoarse voice.

“Yes,” Roger breathed, reaching up to caress Edward’s face. “Yes, Edward, more than anything. I want more, I want you, all of you that I can have.”

“All of it,” Edward promised, putting his hand on Roger’s chest. “You can have all of me, my darling Roger.”

Roger’s eyes fluttered shut and he pulled Edward into another kiss, this time sweet and almost chaste. “I like when you call me your darling,” he whispered against Edward’s lips.

Edward smiled. “Then I shall do it often, my darling,” he whispered back, and began to kiss down Roger’s jaw and up behind his ear.

Roger shivered, and Edward hummed happily into the skin just under the hinge of his jaw before laying one more kiss there, and then pulling away.

He kept his nightstand well-stocked. Regretfully rolling away from the heat of Roger’s body for a moment, he rifled through the drawer and emerged with a bottle of oil and a clean, dry cloth. He heard Roger’s breath hiss as he removed the oil from the drawer and set it carefully against one of the unused pillows.

Roger’s color was high, when Edward turned back to him, and his eyes were dark. Without speaking he opened his arms to Edward and Edward threw himself atop him, allowing Roger to pull him into a kiss that started hungry and only became deeper as they continued.

“May I?” Roger murmured against Edward’s lips, and Edward, in no better position to deny him than he had been the last time Roger asked it, nodded. Permission so granted, Roger pushed Edward onto his back and looked down his body to where his erection, unflagging after all this time, stood waiting for attention. Edward looked down as well, just in time to see Roger’s long, elegant fingers wrap loosely around his length, and the sight as well as the feeling drew his groan from his throat.

“Oh,” Roger breathed, stroking up Edward’s c**k gently. He looked up at Edward’s face; his own was written over with delight and a certain aura of awe. “For me?”

Edward cupped Roger’s chin, brushing over his cheek with his thumb. “No one else,” he swore, and Roger kissed him, sudden and frantic.

“Take me,” Roger breathed against his chin, “take me, Edward, I’ve waited long enough.”

He gave Edward one more languid stroke and then, blessedly, let go before Edward shot off in his hand. Edward urged Roger onto his back, picked up the bottle of oil, and crawled back down Roger’s body.

Roger parted his legs for him easily, although Edward could see a hint of nerves in the set of his jaw and the tremor of his stomach. He kissed the inside of Roger’s thigh to make him look down, and when he caught his eye, said, “I will never hurt you, Roger, my darling. I swear to you.”

Roger let out a breath, and the tenseness of his abdomen eased somewhat. “I trust you,” he said, a small, beautiful smile playing out in the corners of his mouth. “I trust you, Edward.”

Edward kissed his leg again and uncorked the bottle, pouring a generous helping into the palm of his hand to warm it before spreading it to his fingers. He lay stretched out on his stomach, his slick hand crooked in front of him, and used the other to cradle Roger’s c**k, still half-hard after his previous orgasm. He pressed a kiss to the base, just at the moment he pressed the pad of his other index finger to Roger’s entrance.

“Oh,” Roger said again, breathy and high. Edward began to circle his rim with his finger, spreading the oil over his skin. Roger’s hole began to flutter, reacting to his touch, and Edward, moving more carefully than he’d ever moved before in his life, gently breached his rim, sinking just a centimeter of his fingertip inside Roger.

The notion that he was now inside Roger, even only with the barest fingertip, threatened to overwhelm him, and he had to bury his face in the crease of Roger’s thigh. He felt fingers on the curve of his scalp, and looked up again to see Roger smiling beautifully down at him.