You're so fucking hot when you talk psycho, babe. Gonna dismember me and stuff me inside an old trash bag? Good thing my dick is bigger than bigfoot's.

(He grins that famous grin of his, smile going wide as his hands innocently dance down Eddie's lower back to rest only inches above his pert ass. He's going to save the squeeze for the time being, he wants to time it perfectly.

Desperate and needy, his tongue slips inside parted lips so that he can savior the taste of Eddie consuming his mouth. He moans deep in pleasure, fingers falling just a bit lower.)

I thought you banned me from fucking you on the sofa? (He smirks against his husband's lips and a hand sneaks inside the back of Eddie's runners shorts, cupping a tight cheek.)

Then stop your fucking bitching when I spew my load all over the place.