Zee started to place feather-light kisses on my exposed neck, and all I could think about on the way to the restraunt was having Zee's snakebites all over my body, it's seriously a distracting thought to have in your mind while you're trying to drive.

Shaking my head slowly I tried not to get hard from his palming me harder but it didn't really work, hell I was already hard from seeing him in his suit. I could hear his muffled snickers as he fumbled with my belt. I was biting my lip hard as his fingers ran around the edge of my boxers, when I felt him grab my erect dick I drew blood. "Fuck!" I hissed through gritted teeth. "Babe, not now."I told him. He just shook his head, a devilish smirk upon his face.

“I know you want this babe, your dick gives you away.” he smirked wider, rubbing my arms. “You know, we could wait, y’know tease each other at dinner then we’ll be so sexually frustrated… it’ll be mind-blowing.” He told me, a shit-eating grin upon his face as he looked at me.

“You always blow my mind.” I replied, winking at him.

“Sexual innuendos are always at the tip of your tongue aren’t they?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as if he was studying me.

“You’re always at the tip of my tongue.” I quipped, a full-blown smirk upon my face as his features contorted into that of ‘shut the fuck up you filthy human being.’

“Oh my god just shut up.” He replied, shaking his head back and forth as he turned his head to look out of the window.
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Just as he promised we teased each other for most of the car ride. His face was so adorable when he found out I was taking him here. It was like a mixture of ‘oh my god’ and ‘what the fuck, you can’t afford this.’ I swear I literally couldn’t move from my seat in fear of exploding or something, he just giggled and waltzed out to the car.

I shook my head, trying to clear all the mental images of what I would like to do to him on our Honeymoon. He took a hold of my hand, and squeezed it. He must have picked up on my thoughts of ‘what if there’s homophobes?’ I smiled at him and walked up to the guy behind the podium that greets you and shows you to your seat.

“Hello, and welcome to SeaSide Rec, do you have a booking?” he asked us. He was smiling too, but it’s hard to tell if it’s forced or it’s actually genuine.

“Yeah table for Haner.” I said cooly as his eyes roamed over Zee. And that’s where I kinda lost my cool and started to stare at him, viciously. I really fucking hated when people do that, I mean it’s not as if he wasn’t married, c’mon there’s a fucking ring glinting in the artificial light. I closed my eyes, hoping that he’d just take us to the damn table already.

He checked through the list of names and had that fake smile when he came across the one that I was after. “Certainly, gentlemen, right this way.” He said, as he led us to our table. I’d decided to book out an area just for us. Judging by the look upon Zee’s face, I’d say that I did good, Zee turned to smile up at me and thankfully Brett was decent enough to leave us to ourselves. I reached my hand over and took his hand in mine and smiled warmly at him.

“You look…” Zee paused for a while as if he was trying to find the perfect word. “Good, really good.” He told me, running his thumb over my knuckles, and then traced the tattoo upon my fingers. I looked up from our hands to smirk at him.

“You look way better, babe. Have I ever told you how much I love seeing you all dressed up?” I replied, nudging the toe of my shoe up against his thigh. I smirked when I heard his hiss.

“Brian, what are you doing?” he said through gritted teeth. I just smirked wider and rubbed circles. He shook his head slowly before looking around and ducking down under the table.

“The question is what are you?... oh.” I breathed out when I felt him unzip my pants, pulling them down to free my already formed erection. I closed my eyes as his tongue grazed over my slit, before engulfing my leaking tip. Not taking me fully, just my head which he knew drove me just as insane as it would if he deep-throated me. I bit my lip to stop me from moaning out and exposing him to everyone near us, but what he’s doing to me with his tongue’s practically killing me.

After I cummed he got up with a grin on his face, I smirked he still had a bit of my cum on the corner of his mouth. I leant across the table to kiss him. This was all too surreal, I just can’t fucking believe I’m marrying this drop dead sexy man. I am truly the luckiest guy ever.