I'm married to Grim. 

He'd told himself that for nearly a week already, but it just hasn't sunken in yet. 

"You sure are working hard recently. Don't push yourself too much, okay?" his boss said as she walked over and patted Ian on the back after he set the last box down from the load he'd been working on. 

"Yes ma'am, just in a good mood this week," he said with a cheerful, though tired, smile. 

She watched him for a moment before returning his smile. 

"Is it that beautiful young man who's been coming to pick you up most days?" she asked, clearly curious. 

He had seen a lot of his coworkers checking out his man, but the ring on his finger easily nudged away any doubt he'd previously had about Grim possibly not wanting him. 

The thought brought his eyes down to that beautiful ring, drawing the woman's attention down to it as well. 

"Oh my, that is gorgeous!" 

Hell yeah it is, and it's from my amazing husband. 

His face warmed at the thought. 

I'm such a dork. 

He couldn't help himself, though. 

"Wait, is that young man your fiancé?" she asked, her voice rising in volume as she realized what was going on. 

By now he was blushing from ear to ear, but even though he was a little embarrassed, he wouldn't dare hesitate to claim his man. 

"He's my husband, ma'am!" 

Oops, he hadn't meant to shout that last part. 

I'm still too excited, even after a week. 

The best week of his life, honestly. 

Grim had been fawning over him constantly, not only picking him up from work and making him the majority of his lunches and breakfasts, but even having baths ready for him on the Tuesdays and Thursdays he knew he wouldn't be able to come pick him up. 

Almost every night they enjoyed each others' attention, too, and while that wasn't always sexual, he realized that Grim was honestly just as perverted as he was. 

They hadn't gone all the way yet, but he was no longer worried about that, either. Grim clearly wanted him. 

Ian quickly shook the perverted thoughts from his head to keep from embarrassing himself. 

"Oh, well that's wonderful. He's a handsome young man and he's lucky to have such a charming, hard-working sweetheart as his match."

Ian's heart swelled as he smiled bigger. 

"How about you head home a little early? We're just about done here and your man tends to get here a bit early anyways. Maybe he's already waiting for you?" 

After having done a few hours of overtime already that week, Ian couldn't help but excitedly accept the offer. He was gone as soon as he grabbed his stuff from his locker, and just like his boss said, Grim was already outside, leaning against his car. 

Ian felt his heart sore as he hurried over to his man and received a tight hug and slightly painful kiss. He'd honestly gotten quite used to Grim's roughness, though the man thankfully understood that there was always going to be a limit. He would gladly sacrifice his lips to his love, though, since they seemed to be what he liked biting the most. 

I'm gonna start moaning in public. 

Reluctantly, Ian pulled away and quickly got into the passenger's side. He could tell that Grim hadn't been done with him, but they had quite an audience already, and he was definitely not someone who liked other people looking at what was his. 

Even if said man was only loving on him. 

Grim dropped down in the driver's seat, then smirked at him. 

"My babe doesn't like being watched?" he asked as he got the car started. 

Ian immediately shook his head. 

"I hate it. I don't want anyone else thinking about you the way I do," he said honestly, earning a raised eyebrow from his love. 

"And how do you think about me, babe?" he asked as he focused on the road. 

Ian looked directly at him and didn't hesitate a second. 

"As mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone unless i have to. The game, I absolutely understand, but after that? The face you make when I come home with treats for you after a long match. Or the look you give me when we absolutely destroy someone in a team game off stream. But most importantly, I refuse to share the look you give me when you're thinking about how I'm going to go down on you the second we get home." 

Even in the minimal light, he could see his husband's deep blush. 

I love it. I love him!

Grim might be just as much of a pervert as him, but boy did he blush adorably when he was caught off guard!

"I knew you were always a little pervert," Grim said after pulling himself back together. 

"Only for you!" Ian chirped right away, not missing a beat! 

"Yeah yeah, and you better never forget it," Grim said as they turned a corner. 

Ian could tell that the guy really was eager to have some time alone with him because the fingers of his right hand were tapping against the steering wheel. It was a really cute habit he'd noticed he did recently whenever he wanted affection. 

And I'm the one who gets to love on him! 

Okay, now he was giddy. 

The moment Grim parked the car he reached over and grabbed Ian's jaw, then yanked him close for a deep kiss. Likely the one he'd intended to give him in front of his coworkers... He was glad he hadn't. It would have been hard not to reciprocate. 

As it were, they didn't even get out of the car until fifteen minutes had passed and he'd begun to taste blood on his lower lip. 

The look he saw in Grim's eyes when he finally pulled away, however, was absolutely worth his sore mouth. 

I want other places to be sore, too.

He quickly nudged the thought aside, because he was never going to push his love, but there were plenty of other things he could definitely do. Grim clearly read his mind at that point, because he was smirking like the Cheshire Cat as he hopped out of the car and met him at his door right as it opened. 

He was soon pulled along into their home, then promptly stripped down to his boxers without so much as a single word! 

His body had improved a great deal after being under Grim's wing for quite a while, leaving him with plenty of smooth muscle and an all-around toned body. A body that Grim was eagerly ogling without a care in the world. 

I did it for you. It's all for you, love. 

He would have never worked so hard just for his own satisfaction, but when it came to what his man liked? All the hard work had been well worth it to earn such a look for him. 

"Fucking gorgeous," Grim whispered gruffly as he reached forward to run his fingers over the lines of his muscles. 

Before Ian could decide on a response Grim dropped to his knees and easily pulled down his boxers in order to free his target. 

The blowjob that followed brought Ian to his knees, too, but Grim refused to relent until he'd orgasmed for him. 

Ian had tried to get better at lasting longer, and he'd somewhat succeeded, but it was still nearly impossible to hold off for very long when his husband was kneeling in front of him with his length between his lips!

Before Ian could even consider what to do next, Grim had him pinned down on his back with his hot mouth on his, bringing with it the salty flavor of his own release. 

I might die tonight... 

He would definitely be going to heaven, though!

The kiss lasted more than long enough for his body to recover from his first orgasm, and Grim immediately noticed the item pressing against his belly and sat up, yanking his shirt off in one fluid motion to reveal the abs Ian dreamed of licking every single night.

In fact, before the clothing could even slip from his fingers, Ian was leaning up, managing to get just close enough to begin licking. 

"Horny, babe?" Grim asked, a smirk in his words. 

And honestly, was that even a question at this point?! 

Whenever Grim was interested, he would always be ready and willing! 

Ian let out a moan in agreement, earning a chuckle as he felt one of Grim's hands muss up his hair. 

Mine. 

Grim was his. The attention he offered? It was all for him. 

Ian wrapped his arms around his love's torso and leaned closer. His back ached from the odd position, but he would gladly deal with it for the opportunity he was being given. 

His cat seemed to think the same thing, too, because he soon began to purr quite loudly through his human mouth. 

"That tongue of yours..." Grim rasped as his fingers tightened just enough in Ian's hair to not hurt too much. 

He'd found out, quite recently, in fact, that Grim rather liked his sandpaper tongue. A trait he'd procured thanks to his feline shift genetics. It left some rather dark marks during his longer licking sessions, but if his love was okay with it, and even wanted it, then he was glad to mark him wherever allowed. 

While they were busy with each other's fronts, Ian eventually found his left hand wandering lower from where it had been resting against his love's back. He'd long-since learned how to read his partner, so when Grim didn't even respond, he happily slid said hand beneath the waistband of his shorts, then boxers. 

So soft and smooth. 

He wasn't sure how Grim did it, because he knew that he wasn't very particular about skincare in general. It was likely his healthy diet and constant exercise. 

Either way, he was loving the feel of his left butt cheek in his hand right then! 

Judging by how Grim's breathing was getting heavier, he wasn't minding the added attention, either. 

That had Ian wondering as he continued to lick a darkening red trail up along his husband's gorgeous abs. 

After a few moments of contemplation, he slowly slid his fingers between the man's warm cheeks. It was easy enough to find his target, but he just-barely tapped it with a single finger when he did. 

He absolutely had to have permission before pushing any further. Thankfully he thought that way, because the moment he silently asked for permission was the moment Grim's entire body tensed up like a taut bowstring. 

Ian immediately withdrew his hand from that warm spot and settled it against Grim's backside, then withdrew his tongue back to his mouth and looked up to meet his wide eyes. 

It had just been a thought, so he was definitely not interested in causing any kind of stress with the silent question. He wanted to retract it, in fact, when Grim simply continued to stare down at him, but one thing kept him from speaking. 

He doesn't look upset. 

It just looked like he'd startled his love a bit, but he didn't look angry or uncomfortable, even. So, Ian pursed his lips and held his gaze calmly, curious to hear what his husband would decide to say. 

It took nearly another full minute before Grim finally spoke in a quiet, gentle whisper. 

"You... want to touch me there?" 

Ian nodded while maintaining eye contact. He absolutely did want to touch him there. He wanted to touch everywhere on his love, and if it would make him feel good, he definitely wanted to explore that area, too. 

"A-all right..." 

He said... 

Ian blinked. Then blinked again. 

He had to immediately calm himself down to keep from doing something stupid and pushing too fast, but he couldn't hide his goofy smile in response to those adorable words. He could even see a faint blush on his man's face in the faint light coming from his room. 

I really am going to die from happiness tonight. 

Doing his best to keep things slow and steady, even as his heart beat nearly out of his chest, Ian cautiously returned his hand to its previous position within Grim's boxers, then slid his fingers to his eagerly-anticipated target. 

He'd intended to take his time and get Grim used to the attention, but his cat wasn't nearly as patient as he wanted to be. Thus, without any kind of protest from his love, Ian carefully slid one finger inside. 

Hot! 

While he'd topped before, it had been years, and he'd never really liked it in general, but now...

Grim grunted at the odd sensation and pressed himself closer, making Ian practically drool as abs were smooshed against his face. 

I really am a pervert for him! An absolute pervert!

He would gladly own it now, though. Especially since, after two fingers, Grim was all but squeezing them to death! Soon, he was moving against them, too, deciding on a rhythm that Ian hadn't even been dreaming about yet!

Fumbling a little and blushing bright red, Ian quickly but carefully got their positions switched, then finished removing Grim's boxers with his free hand. 

When he looked back up at him after finishing that task, he couldn't help but swallow. His love's legs were already spreading for him and his eyes... 

Fuck!

Ian squeezed his eyes shut to try and calm himself down at least a tiny fraction, but before he could even think any kind of pure thought he felt muscles clench around his fingers right before soft, warm lips pressed against his own. 

In that instant he was lost, and while he still desperately tried to take things slowly, if only for his love's benefit, Grim absolutely wasn't having it. The moment he removed his fingers and pressed himself inside, with the help of Grim's impatient hands, they were both lost to the world. 

They honestly made quite a bit of a mess on the floor. Though thankfully it wasn't on the carpet. But then he was dragged to Grim's bedroom and they did again! 

An hour later in the shower when they were supposed to be cleaning up for bed? Yep. 

In his own room after a snack because Grim was hungry after all the physical working out they were doing? Sure. 

By the time Ian finally fell into Grim's bed after they'd stripped the top blanket off, he was absolutely exhausted! His legs throbbed and had nearly refused to hold his weight any longer, making him feel like a bunny that had been used for breeding one too many times in a night! 

My legs are going to be dead tomorrow, but... 

As he felt his love settle against him, Ian immediately wrapped him in his arms and nuzzled his nose into his neck, inhaling his familiar, now-clean scent. All thoughts of worrying about things he couldn't change leaped right out of his mind as he happily sank into a deep, content sleep. 

The next morning, however, he was awoken by a scream so impressive that even Stevey fled over to his body, much to Ren's displeasure! 

What could have prompted such a sound from his husband? 

He already knew. 

Lots of aftercare today. 

They'd jumped right into hot and heavy sex without him prepping a whole lot, let alone not using any kind of lube. He'd tried to stop him several times, or at least get him to slow down, but once Grim had discovered the joys of bottoming, things had just gotten a bit crazy. 

His own legs, as he'd expected, hurt like hell, but he immediately pushed the pain to the back of his mind and got up with a cautious smile on his face. 

He'd be spending the next day... or three, tending to his man.

Guess I should go call off work for tomorrow after I get him taken care of. 

Stevey, still a little scared and nervous, shook like a little leaf in his mind, but Ren simply bopped him on the head to quiet his whimpers, then lied down for a cat nap. Eventually, the little opossum decided to join him, leaving Ian to his quiet thoughts as he happily tended to his now-grumpy, aching husband. 

His main thought, even though he felt a tiny bit bad for thinking it? 

What an absolutely amazing night of sexual bliss!

...he wouldn't dare ask for a honeymoon now, though. That would probably earn him his own smack to the head after what happened last night and it's resulting consequences today... even though it hadn't really been his fault. 

 ...maybe I'll ask later. 

In a month or two. 

Ian grinned, only to frown when he heard his husband grumble as he tried to move. It didn't work and only made him wince as he blinked back tears. He was well and truly fucked. 

Okay, maybe three.