Chapter 8

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Justin followed behind Zeke sitting at the island counter again watching his bride move around the kitchen. Justin started to visualize his husband more especially naked in the kitchen. Just to fill his fantasy right now, he made it a reality.

"Zeke, can you do me a favor? Strip your clothes and wear the apron that's in the closet while you cook?"

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Zeke looked up at him across the kitchen. He wanted to refuse but he didn't. He obeyed his husband's request. He folded the clothes and placed them on the table in the living room before walking into the kitchen again.

"E-erm…Justin is this really what you want?"

Zeke briskly walked pasted his husband and resumed his cooking. He tried not to turn around which was impossible.

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"Yes, thank you, Zeke." Justin huffed softly.

Justin wanted to feel him beneath him again, the feeling of his ass. The man started to get hard from watching his bride move around the kitchen. Something about being naked and in his kitchen turned him on a little too fast. When he couldn't handle it anymore, he quietly stood up and stood directly behind Zeke with a hand caressing his ass.

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"J-Justin?"

Zeke stuttered and resumed his normal cooking routine. Or at least tried to. It was hard concentrating with his husband's hand on his ass in one of his most provocative places. The blond flushed red. He was aroused but not too noticeable yet, surely he was getting there. Zeke started to squirm.

"I-is there something you need love?" He asked softly as he leaned over to close the fridge door. He was holding several ingredients for the chicken flavor.

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Justin was at a loss of words for a bit when Zeke leaned over. His ass lightly brushed Justin's bulge.

"Ah... Um... Yeah, I do. I need you." Justin took his time to explain what he meant. He aligned Zeke's hips with him as he pressed his erection into his lower back and ass.

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Zeke gasped and bit his lip. As if it wasn't hard enough to contain his lustful desires, his husband was making it even harder for him to ignore it.

"J-Justin… I-I have to make dinner." He stuttered, almost moving his hips against the man. He couldn't help himself.

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The man leaned forward and started to stroke the blond. Then he whispered in his ear.

"But Zeke, honey, you're already so hard. Just let me take you. Then you can finish cooking later on."

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The blond shivered almost quivering beneath his husbands' touch. There was no man on this earth that could ever satisfy Zeke as much as Justin did. Despite the six years of cheating no one ever made him feel as good as Justin.

"A-at least let me turn off the stove. I don't want anything to burn." He said in response, surrendering to the man. He was already at his limits from resisting. A second longer, he would be welcoming anything as long as he could satisfy his desires.

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Justin grinned, leaning over more and cutting the stove off, and picking Zeke up. He quickly walked into the bedroom, laying him on the bed.

"Zeke I am sorry for going hard on your earlier. I didn't mean to be that hard, I'll try to be a bit gentler."

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Zeke looked at Justin then away. He fiddled with the stringers on the apron and gave a soft sigh.

"Don't worry about it love. I deserved it after what I've done to you. I won't deny it. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

The blond hiked up the apron holding it barely over his crotch. It covered only what needed to be cover, at the same time teasing Justin. The blond cased a mischievous smile.

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The man blushed red and climbed up on the bed, hovering over his husband, while yanking the strings to the apron loose, tossing it aside.

"Zeke, you're already hard. How can this be?" Justin said teasingly.

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Zeke was flushed. He averted his gaze from the other and stumbled over his words. "I um… Well… Having to w-wear nothing um was… It um.. And talking about this morning… Thinking back too…"

The blond stopped and said nothing further. He felt himself rambling and was far too embarrassed.

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Justin grinned to himself, he couldn't resist it. He leaned down and kissed his bride hard.

"Good to see despite what happened this morning. I am still your turn on." Justin chuckled and removed his shirt.

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Zeke flushed a darker red and made a slight moan. Justin's lips felt so soft against his own, he loved his husband very much. He hesitantly laced an arm around Justin's neck. He pulled away from the kiss and almost melted from such a sweet passionate kiss.

"Mm. You're my husband. Of course, you will."

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Rolling his eyes, Justin gave a soft smile to Zeke as he started stroking himself through his pants. He then removed it as well as his boxers.

"We will see and talk about that later. Right now I need to fuck you."

Justin knew it was a serious topic and they need to discuss it later when they weren't high on endorphins.

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The blond flashed yet another mischievous smile and relaxed. He nodded his head, he really wanted Justin.

"Y-yes, please" He purred to the man.

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Justin positioned himself at his bride entrance, slowly thrusting everything into him. Once getting accustomed to his ass squeezing against his cock, the man picked up his pace. Thrusting fast and deeper into the blond's sweet spot.

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The blonds' body surged with life. An unspeakable pleasure coursed through him as his sweet spot was struck. It was part of what the blond desired. Even more so when the repetition of his movements numbed his insides and made him quiver with life. Zeke moaned out his husband's name.

"J-Justin, Justin!"

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Justin got off on hearing the blond call out his name. He felt his walls tightened around his cock and he lost himself. Pounding animalistically into his partner, he felt the need to cum but holding it back for his bride's sake.

"Yes Zeke" He huffed hoarsely in his ear.

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Zeke continued to quiver. His voice drowned by moans that filled and poured from his mouth. It was not long before his back arched and his hips felt numbed with pleasure.

"Mmm! Please!" He cried, not knowing what more he was asking for.

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The man groaned from above him as he kept railing him in his sweet spot. He was at his limit and right now, he will be damned if he came before Zeke did. His pleasure brings him more pleasure.

"Fuck Zeke! Just cum already." He growled.

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The blond complied immediately and cried out as he came. Zeke's entire body stiffened as the waves of pleasure were released from his body.

"Oh fuck!" He cried while panting.

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The man lost it, he came right after Zeke orgasmed died down. Slowly thrusting in him as he poured himself in the man. Not long after releasing he pulled out and laid on the bed, pulling his bride on top of him. Justin kissed the top of the blonds' head as he ran his hand up and down his back.

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Zeke felt limp and tired. He sighed in content with satisfaction and closed his eyes, almost ready to fall asleep. He lingered for a moment then looked up at Justin.

"Dinner still needs to be prepare."

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Justin smiled, he knew Zeke is in no shape to cook so he told him. "Take a nap, I know you are tired. Dinner can be prepared later." As he pulled the blanket over them.

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Zeke shook his head and insisted he could make it. Dinner was already on pause for far too long. Longer than he expected.

"It's alright. I can still cook. I can sleep later. I want to make you a warm dinner." He said. As he went to stand his legs trembled, he fell back onto the bed. His legs were shaking, post-orgasm effect of a good one.

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Justin gave a light chuckle at Zeke when he stood. He knew he done a good job if that can make him stay in bed. Justin leaned over and kissed him as he put the blankets around him once more.

"Zeke, trust me you need to rest. I'll make dinner and I'll wake you when I finished."

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Zeke chewed his lip. Justin was right, he needed rest. He was worn out and his ability to stand up for more than three seconds was not good. The fact, he could barely stand at all was even more of a reason for him to stay in bed.

"Fine... But if I sleep for a bit too long, all you have to do is add the chicken to the oven for ten minutes to bake. What's stuffed inside should melt and be editable by then."

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Justin nodded and kissed Zeke's forehead. Playing with his hair as he got up and left the door cracked as he headed downstairs. He knew he worn his husband out. He loved him, well he still thinks he does. He still had that sincere feeling in his heart because he knew Zeke would not look at another man. He mentally accepted it, for now, but how long will his heart take to accept his bride.

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Zeke listened to his husband's footsteps lessen on the floor. The farther he walked the quieter it got. For a few minutes of him dozing off, all he can think of was Justin, and how badly he screwed up. He would do anything and everything in his power to change that.