Justin and Spencer
⚠ Consenual/non consensual ans knife play. ⚠
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Justin sighed as he closed the front door, seeing his husband standing with his arms crossed.
“Where were you?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s 3 am.”
"Why do you ever care? You never pay attention to me," Justin replied as he tossed his keys on the counter.
Spencer scanned the boy noticing visible marks on his neck. “You’ve been with that cheap whore again?” He asked, tracing the marks.
“You’ve been with that cheap whore again?” He asked, tracing the marks.
"So if I was. I tried to get your attention and you brushed me off. So I went out and found Ricky. He satisfies my needs unlike you,"
Spencer growled, pushing Justin against the wall, and cuffing his jeans. “Who’s stupid enough to wear the ring? Last time I checked, it wasn’t Ricky.”
"You don't act like we are married. You haven't touched me in months. I tried and tried but each time you refused. So you are stupid enough to wear it. My ring has been on the dresser for months and you never seemed to care. So fück you,"
Spencer growled, smashing their lips together. He hated his husband, but arguments turned him on so much.
Justin held back his moans not wanting to give Spencer the satisfaction. Spencer slipped his hand down Justin’s jeans, gripping hard.
“I’m the dickhead who married you, meaning this cock belongs to me.” Justin couldn't help but laugh. "But here recently it's been belonging to Ricky,"
Spencer squeezed his hand tighter, wanting to win at his own game. “What if I let Chris fuck me? Trust me, he’s offered many times.”
"Wouldn't care. Like I said it doesn't even feel like we are married," Spencer pulled back, ripping his shirt off.
“You better still be wide awake, Daddy. You’ve got another ass to eat.”
Justin pushed Spencer back leading him toward the bed. "Now you want me, baby? You have been so distant that I turned to Ricky and not you want my tongue? Should make you work for it,"
“I’m not the one who sneaks out in the middle of the night for some slut. Now, are you going to fuck your husband or not?”
"Not," Justin spoke as he turned and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Spencer asked, his smile dropping.
"Might go back and fück Ricky. I have this hard-on and need a hole to fück. One that loves to satisfy my needs,"
Spencer was damned if he’d let the boy go anywhere as he climbed off the bed and ripped Justin’s jeans down.
He wasted no time taking Justin’s cock in his mouth, gagging as the man slipped down his throat.
Justin couldn't help but grunt as he grabbed a fist full of Spencer's hair holding the boy on his cøck.
Spencer's eyes water and his throat flexed around Justin's big and thick cøck. "You want my cøck now since Ricky got it,"
Justin pulled most of the way out before slamming back down Spencer's throat.
Spencer choked like he never had before, tasting Ricky on the base. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his cheeks.
Justin pulled away slapping his cøck against Spencer's cheek. "You want it, bitch?" Justin spoke.
