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Proper Etiquette ~

“I finally got the stereo . . .” Marshall excitedly yells out, rushing into the dinning room.

“Woooooo!” Marshall says in surprise, stopping in his tracks.

“Isn’t it just exquisite? Everything is soooooo more beautiful than I even imagined.” Elton joyfully cheers, admiring the beautiful table that he properly set all by himself.

“Beautiful . . .” Marshall nervously says, wondering if maybe the Queen is coming to dinner.

“You don’t like it.” Elton emotionally mumbles, trying desperately not to cry from his Baby expression.

“I love it.” Marshall nervously says, walking up to him.

“You hate it!” Elton emotionally says, trying to move away.

“Sweetheart I Love It! I don’t know what half the shit is but I’ll learn to use it.” Marshall says trying desperately to sound sincere as he is wrapping his arms around him.

“See it’s your favorite rose pattern. I took one from home and had it copied.” Elton excitedly explains picking up one of the plates; Marshall not knowing you could put a rose pattern on so much shit.

“You took it from where?” Marshall quickly asks taking the plate from him, knowing the question will make him happy.

“I took it from . . . .” Elton explains a little confused at first, but stops with a smile, taking the plate back.

“I know what you’re doing.” Elton says with a smile, placing a kiss on his perfect chin as he sets the plate back on the table.

“You shouldn’t be intimidated it’s just dishes.” Elton says, wrapping his arms around his Baby’s perfect neck.

“I’m Not Intimidated! . . . Pot Roast is Pot Roast you don’t need three plates to eat it! I happen to like when my potatoes carrots and the roast are all running together with LOTS of gravy, which I like to slop up with a simple piece of white bread that has LOTS of butter that I spread on with my fork.” Marshall sincerely explains, sitting down at the table.

“I’ll have it all taken away.” Elton emotionally says, starting to move way.

“Sweetheart . . .” Marshall sincerely says, pulling on his arm for him to sit in the chair beside him.

“All of this is you, and it makes you happy. When you’re happy I’m happy.” Marshall sincerely says, intertwining his fingers with Elton’s.

“Maybe hanging out with you, I’ll learn to use all of it . . . Just don’t expect me to stop wiping my mouth on my sleeve.” Marshall playfully says, leaning on Elton’s shoulder and comically looking up at him.

“So you think I’m Mr. Proper Etiquette?” Elton asks looking over the beautiful eight setting table.

“Yeah” Marshall nervously answers; not liking the look in his partner’s eyes; who frantically begins swiping the expense china, sliver and crystal off the table.

“STOP!” Marshall quickly yells, frantically trying to stop him.

“My idea of Proper Etiquette is throwing your tight little ass up on this table and fucking the hell out of it.” Elton seductively explains, slightly pushing on his Baby’s perfect muscular chest.

“My ass doesn’t get thrown up on anything.” Marshall tries to defensively state, grabbing the side of the table with one hand as the other hand rests on Elton’s chest; his cock coming to full attention at his partner’s straight forwardness.

“Alright how this for Proper Etiquette . . . Mr. Mathers drop the fuckin’ sweats and place your sweet little ass up on the table.” Elton seductively says, loving his Baby totally shock expression.

“When I return, I expect your bare ass to be on the table.” Elton seductively warns, forcing himself to take a few steps back, after slightly pushing on his Baby’s muscular chest.

“Excuse Me! But isn’t it proper etiquette to carry it with you . . . . especially when you’re just moving in and haven’t taken the time to unpack.” Marshall evilly explains, pulling a tube of lube from his pocket; running across a shipping box from Johnson and Johnson and wondering how in the hell it ended up in the music room, but more important not knowing his partner orders it by the case.

Marshall quickly sits up on the table resting his sock feet in the two chairs they were sitting in wickedly holding out the tube, loving that he has flipped the switch on his partner that is standing just a few feet away.

“You forgot to drop the sweats.” Elton seductively says, swiftly moving in between his Baby’s perfect spread legs and grabbing the tube with one hand as the other moves behind his perfect neck and pulls him into a needy hot passionate kiss.

“Shouldn’t this be more romantic?” Marshall breathlessly asks, after Elton slightly pulls away from their passionate kiss and drops his pants.

“Don’t have time . . . I have a ragging hard on! And the only relief is your tight little ass!” Elton seductively whispers stoking his hard dick several times.

Marshall leans back and grabs the fancy gold lighter with the rose pattern and lights the candles in the middle of the table, as Elton begins stroking his hard cock through his sweats.

“Are you finished?” Elton seductively asks, moving his hands to the waist band of his Baby’s sweats.

“Relax . . . .” Elton breathlessly whispers in a reassuring tone; knowing he doesn’t get the pleasure of his Baby’s perfect tight ass that often, trying desperately to slow the pace down.

Marshall slowly lifts his hips and Elton quickly makes away with the sweats and quickly begins to stroke his perfect large cock, not able to resist licking away the precum.

“Sweetheart!” Marshall erotically moans, his hands trying to get him to take his painfully hard cock into his mouth, as he lies fully back on the table.

Elton slowly lets his Baby’s perfect hard cock slip into his mouth and sucks long and hard for several long moments before slowly letting it slip from his mouth and lifting away.

Grabbing the lube and quickly lubing his fingers and his Baby’s perfect tight hole, before letting one finger carefully enter, as Marshall grabs hold of the edge of the table.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.” Elton breathlessly moans entering a second finger as his other hand begins to stroke his perfect hard cock.

“That’s my Baby relax . . . relax” Elton seductively whispers, watching his Baby perfect blue eyes lustfully roll back.

“That’s it . . . .” Elton seductively moans, lost in the perfect body that’s losing it self in front of him, as his second finger hits his perfect prostate; several expense pieces of china and crystal hitting the floor with a shattering crash as his perfect body practically comes off the table.

“Please . . . .” Marshall pleads with strangled moans, as Elton taps his perfect prostate several more times.

Elton carefully slips his Baby’s perfect muscular legs onto his shoulders and rests his painfully hard dick at his perfect tight entrance.

“Relax . . .” Elton breathlessly moans, carefully slowly fighting against perfect tightness entering.

Fighting the urge to fully thrust into perfect extreme tightness Elton slowly slips in further; Marshall knowing he’ll never get use to this part emotionally fights with the urge of taking his Partner’s head off his shoulders or screaming like a bitch for more.

Elton soothingly whispers now fully in perfect extreme tightness as he strokes his perfect hard cock; causing Marshall to erotically moan out for him to move as his hips tries to arch upward.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight!” Elton erotically moans beginning to slowly move in and out as his hand matches each movement on his perfect cock.

Practically bending his Baby in half as his thrusts become more intense; more of the expense proper etiquette shit crashing to the floor with ever lusted filled thrust.

Elton repeatedly thrusts into his Baby’s perfect tight ass as sweat pours from their bodies and erotic moans fill the air over the crashing of more fine china and crystal.

Perfect muscles begin to spasm around Elton’s hard dick, and he picks up his stroking and thrusting; following his Baby into totally heaven.

Marshall tries to take hold of any body part of his partner as his seed spews between them, and a warm sensation fills him.

“This is how I like to slob up.” Elton wickedly breathlessly moans, several moments after letting his Baby’s feet come to rest back in the chairs, and seductively begins licking the cum from his perfect abdomen.

“Dammmnn.” Marshall deeply moans, roaming his fingers through his partner’s sweaty hair.

“Bath.” Elton tries to seductively suggest several moments later leaning over and softly resting on his Baby’s perfect body.

“Bed.” Marshall mumbles, every bone and muscle in his body feeling like jello.

“We need a bath . . .” Elton says, kissing over his perfect muscular chest.

“What? Mr. Proper Etiquette back?” Marshall playfully comments, as Elton is pulling him up.

“No . . . I just thought maybe you’d want a bath before I found another flat surface for your tight ass.” Elton seductively explains, and then fully pulls him up into a passionate kiss.

Totally speechless Marshall lets Elton lead him from the room, never realizing how attached his cock was to his partner’s voice as it begins to come to life again.

A couple thousand dollars left in totally ruins on the floor of their new formal dinning room.

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