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Alejandro drove Graves home and then sped off. Graves tiredly walked into the apartment he shared with Alex and it was all dark. Alex still wasn't home and Graves started to worry. He knew he had many enemies who would surely target Alex since he was his husband. He called him and there was no answer so he left a little message. After taking a long, hot shower and trying to stop thinking about the fiery hot sex he just had with an enemy, he stepped out and saw Alex putting his jacket in the closet. Alex smiled at him but remained silent.
"Something up, Alex?" Graves asked him as he approached in just a small towel.
"Nah, I'm good, Phil."
But he didn't look fine. Did he know? Or did something happen when he went to meet with Farah. Graves felt a knot in his throat as he started to worry that Alex cheated on him. Farah and Alex were always close, but never crossed into real intimacy. They parted ways for a time and then stayed friends. Alex gave Graves and upward guilty puppy look and Graves lost it.
"Ah shit. Did you two fuck?" Graves had no filter and no patience after what happened to him. He was projecting his frustration onto someone else and unfortunately it was completely unwarranted.
Alex grabbed Graves by the upper arms and locked eyes with him. "No, Phil. I'm yours, you know that. I'm not weak enough to give in like that. Farah and I are friends, nothing more. In fact, I got to meet her fiance, that's why I wasn't home."
Graves felt sick to his stomach for lashing out at Alex. Alex saw the bruises on Graves' arms and neck and he turned him around. The tell-tale signs of rough sex were all over Graves. "I think I'm the one who should be pissed. Mind explaining all this, sweetheart?" Alex asked with an angry growl.
Graves looked down at the ground and a few silent tears fell from his beautiful eyes. Alex crumbled at the sight of his beloved in such a despairing state. "Phil...what happened, baby?" Alex's full bows were drawn in tight with concern.
"Vargas... nabbed me as I was jogging outside. Roughed me up is all. I don't blame him, I betrayed him, killed his men and even hit him with my rifle. I had it coming."
Alex gently lifted Graves' face up to look at him with both hands.
"I'm fine, handsome. Really. I've had worse." Graves smiled and wiped his face with his forearm. "I got you and that's what matters." Graves sniffed and seemingly hit the reset button. "So, how's Farah?"
"Good, still leading the charge, and as I said, found a great guy too. I don't want to talk about that anymore...right now I sure would love to bed you, baby. If you are up for it." He winked.
The sight of Alex's face, the warmth from his hands against his skin was enough to entice Graves. "Hell yea, always." He smiled and shoved Alex onto the bed.
He pulled the towel off as he straddled Alex and then undid his pants for him. His soft, perfect lips were wrapped snuggly around Alex's cock within moments. Alex arched his back and lifted his hips a little, greedily claiming Graves' throat.
"Fuck, you are so perfect." Alex panted as he stroked Graves' hair and folded an arm behind his head. He watched the Shadow Commander- his husband, pleasure him so wonderfully well. Graves' feathery golden lashes lifted and he looked up at Alex as he pulled back with a loud pop.
"You ready for my ass?" Graves asked him with a sultry smile.
"Always, all fours, honey, now." Alex pointed at the bed authoritatively as he stood and stroked his own cock a little.
He leaned down and dipped his tongue passed the tight, hot rim. He buried his face between Graves' golden ass cheeks and sighed in pleasure. Graves gripped the sheets as Alex fingered him nice and deep. He felt Alex's long, hard cock slide in with a little force, stretching him to an almost painful level. The pain only lasted a moment and Alex's hands were massaging and stroking him in such a soohing manner. Graves relaxed and surrendered with a soft moan against the mattress.
"Oh, god yes, Alex... pound the fuck outa me." Graves moaned and groaned almost incoherently as Alex fucked the sense out of him.
Alex flipped Graves onto his back and laid on top of him, yearning for more contact. He kissed Graves and popped back in with a hard thrust.
"Like that, baby?" Alex panted and rasped against against Graves' ear.
"Yea..." Graves whimpered and jerked himself off as Alex targeted his prostate. Alex knew just how to roll his chiseled hips and Graves curled his toes as he released.
Alex leaned down and licked some of Graves' seed away and then got back to work, plowing him hard and fast. His knuckles were pressed so hard into the mattress that they turned white.
"I love you, Phil." He whispered just before spurting a huge load of creamy seed into Graves.
Graves gripped Alex around the back of his neck and pressed foreheads with him. "I love you too, Alex. Always will."