Incase you guys skip this bc of smut, there's an important announcement at the end!

| Devin's POV |

I was more than happy for Ricky and Chris. They belong together. You can just feel the love of their relationship when in their presence. Shiloh and I stuck around long enough for cake. Of course those two animals couldn't help themselves from smashing the cake into each other's faces. Ricky smiled so brightly as he reached up to Chris, kissing him, cake and all. I couldn't help but smile myself. He has come so far on the road of happiness.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to let Bella have cake?" Shiloh whispered to me as Ashley gave her a piece.

"She's not our problem tonight." I replied, "Josh and Ryan Ashley have to learn the tough moments of parenthood anyways."

He laughed as he brought his glass to his lips, "You're evil."

"You don't know evil, until you see me tonight." I purred in his ear.

Shiloh smirked, "Hope you remembered your handcuffs." He set his glass back down and changed the subject, "You really think Ryan might be pregnant?"

"I have no actual proof, but... I can tell." I said.

He rested his head on my arm, "You've always had an amazing sixth sense."

I gently kissed the top of his head, "I knew the second I met you that you were the one. I guess my gut feeling has done me some good."

Shiloh glanced up at me and smiled. I ran my hand through his hair absentmindedly. I loved him more than anyone could ever fathom. He was the most beautiful being on this plant, as far as I'm concerned. Shortly after saying goodnight to our kids and giving a final congrats to the happily married couple, we retired to our room.

My beauty fell into the fluffy white comforter. He groaned happily as he relaxed from the long night. I leaned against the doorway and enjoying just looking at him. Shiloh noticed my stare and took advantage of it. He sat up with his legs off to the side of him. A smile played at his beautiful lips as his black hair fell in front of his face.

He grabbed the bottom of his black sweater and pulled it over his head. Shiloh tossed it on the ground. Then he leaned forward on the bed, getting on his hands and knees. Exactly where I liked him. I held up my finger to tell him to wait a moment. Then I went over to the suitcase on the floor and dug through it. Shiloh's eyes sparkled as he saw me pull out a sparkly pair of handcuffs.

"You have been a bad boy." I told him as I approached the bed.

He bat his eye lashes, "Hm, how do you figure?"

I pulled Shiloh's arms out from under him. He fell down to me flat on his stomach. My little whore still had to act cute. He crossed his feet and lifted his legs. His arms rested over the edge of the bed with his hands intertwined.

I pulled his arms up behind his back as I replied, "It's been months since my cock has been in your mouth."

"But you haven't given it to me." He perked so innocently while I put the handcuffs on him.

"You haven't asked for it." I retorted.

Shiloh bit his lip, giving me puppy dog eyes. He knows just how to drive me crazy. "May I please have your cock down my throat?"

"That's better." I smiled.

Considering his hands are a little tied up, I did some of the work for him. I rid myself of my pants and gave myself a few strokes to get harder for him. He took my cock into his small mouth. While he worked his magic, I pulled off my shirt too. Fuck, it felt good. I grabbed him by the hair and started to fuck his throat more violently. He could take the abuse better than you'd think. He's my little slut after all.

I pulled out of his mouth. He was covered in a mess of spit now and his eye makeup was run from the tears in his eyes. They were stress tears from having his throat fucked, but he was still smiling regardless. I flipped him over and around to have his ass by me. I pealed off his jeans, seeing my slut wasn't wearing any underwear. He rarely ever does. One of the many reasons why I love him.

Shiloh moaned instantly when I put my tongue to his asshole. Rim jobs still drive him insane. I know all his little kinks, and luckily they're my kinks too. He loved to beg, to service a man like a slave. And well, I loved to be treated like a king. We made a perfect couple.

"Please," He moaned as I slipped a finger into him, "Fuck me?!"

"What do we say?" I teased.

He whined in frustration, "Please fuck me, Sir?"

"That's my good slut." I beamed.

I positioned myself at his entrance. He cried desperately to feel my tip against his flesh. I laughed evilly and slowly began to enter him. Shiloh was so tiny in comparison to me. I pushed his head down, resting my weight on him as I started to fuck him. He moaned louder and louder with each thrust. Oh, how I've missed that noise.

Shiloh's body shook as I slammed into him. The tears in his eyes increased from pleasure. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled his back against my chest. I kissed his neck as I fucked him. He was still so tight and it was so fucking good. I let him fall back in the bed so I could focus on getting him to an orgasm. He couldn't exactly touch himself right now. I reached around his hip and started to stroke him. He was straining now.

"Can I please cum, Sir?" He pleaded, to which I slapped his ass and he corrected himself, "May I please cum, Sir?"

"Go 'head, Baby." I replied.

His body seized as he screamed my name. It felt so good, the way he tightened around my cock. Just as he finished his orgasm, I released myself. I fell on top of him but didn't rest much of my weight on him. I didn't want to crush him. Sweat soaked his hair. Shiloh turned his head back and kissed me happily.

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Important thingy: I have two new stories up! One is a supernatural Ghorror story called Mercy Street. The other is a circus AU called Freak Show. I'm letting you guys drive the plotline for Freak Show, so there isn't an established ship yet. For awhile I've wanted to do a story that heavily involved my readers! So, go read it and tell me what you think should happen next!