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Married To A Porn Star!- Chapter Six

Heylo Jitterbugs, here it is the next chapter Of Married to a Porn Star! Its been like a week or so since last update, and i just want everyone to know that this story is my main priority right now, as i want it finished by the end of October so that in November i can try Nanowrimo. Well I would like to thank the amazing ShilpiCee for editing this chapter and always helping me out when i seem to not be able to write for this story. By just making me laugh! Anyways Comment, vote etc etc if you so desire!

Song of the chapter is: Only You By Matthew Perryman Jones

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I want to taste you again, Like a secret or a sin- From song "Only You" By: Matthew Perryman Jones

Vaughn quickly lets his eyes scan the hot ass in front of him, loving the view far too much and taking full advantage of the situation presented to him. It became evident that he appreciated the view quite a bit when not even two seconds had passed and a certain part of his body had begun to awaken from its deep slumber. Vaughn mentally begs his body not to make a fool of this serious situation, or should he say heavy sexual tension floating around in the room. With a few inward sighs, he prepares to raise his head to make eye contact with the walking sex machine himself and hopefully get this confrontation over as quickly as possible, then move past it. Hopefully.

What Vaughn didn't account for was the view he'd be met with as he slowly raised his head further and further away from that beautiful slab off meat. The first thing that he notices is that his lover was covered in what appeared to be dried cake batter. The second thing was that his husband still looked like a fucking sex machine, even though he looked like he hadn't had a peaceful days rest since they'd last talked. Vaughn couldn't help but smile at seeing his hot husband all dirty like that, and most definitely couldn't help but begin to get a little turned on. Thus, Vaughn's mind decided to take this opportunity to create his very own versions of wild and steamy scenarios. Scenarios that could put him in a very troublesome position if he didn't tread carefully. Like how he wanted to run his hands over that sexy hunk of a man's body and rip away all those fancy clothing articles. The rather close proximity between Athiss's cloths and his body was making Vaughn feel rather jealous off the cloths. He envied their touch. So what does he do? He goes and pictures himself being as close as the cloths, and as if he hadn't already been hard, he was now seconds away from creaming himself. His own fault really, he should have known that that was the only possible ending to treading down that route. However, now that his fantasy like state had been created, and gone further than Vaughn had expected, he couldn't stop there. Vaughn wanted more. He wanted so much more. So he took it upon himself to take inspecting the hot mess displayed in front of him to the next level, and prepared himself for doing exactly that by taking a large step forward.

However it seemed that Vaughn had temporarily forgotten his current predicament off needing to talk to his lover, instead of thinking of different ways to seduce his one and only love. So when he raised hiseyes to hopefully be greeted by a lustrous gaze and maybe even bring his little fantasy to reality, he was instead halted in his position, almost slipping from the awkward position, face immediately replaced with one off regret. The sharp gaze that met with his was far from welcoming, squashing what little fantasy land he'd created into thousands and thousands of tiny pieces, slowly fading into distant nothings. From that one glance, Vaughn knew his husband was not here to mess around, and even though he looked hot as hell, Athiss was not a force to be reckoned with at the moment.

From that one gaze, Vaughn saw that familiar emotion flashing through Athiss's eyes, the one where he wanted to be pissed at Vaughn, at all the problems in his life really, but was fighting against his other half. His optimistic half. The half that had kept him sane all this time, but had finally reached its maximum capacity. The half where Athiss just wanted to forget all the strenuous drama clinging to him like a second skin, and just wrap Vaughn up in an never-ending protective hug, sheltering him from the dangers of the world. To just hold him close while he whispered butterfly kisses along his lovers body and made love to him all night long. Then wrap Vaughn up into a tight little ball and fall asleep to the feel of his warm breathe fanning across his right cheek and lower neck and the aroma of their sweet love making lulling them to sleep.