Spaghetti Family part three

The night sleeps on quietly, and Robin cuddles so tightly in my embrace as we try to rest.

We both stayed up a bit after we put Manny to bed, talking over everything and trying to make sense of what happened with the weird singing recycling bin.

We drank tea and felt a bit of silence hanging over our table.

“Let’s get married, why don’t we, huh? What do you think, Harry?” Robin all of sudden said, and I looked at him with hot cheeks.

“M-married?” I put down my tea cup.

He looks at me in a concentrated position, his hands locked together as he leans forward, “Well, the way I see it, those crazy things that are invading are life try to undermine our relationship, our family. Quite a bit. They try and tear us apart,” he sits up straighter and my eyes hit his direct gaze. He is making sense….

He sighs, brushing his hair with his hands nervously. “I think if we get hitched up properly, you know, they’ll leave us alone,” he concludes, staring at me expectantly.

My heart settles into a sweet, trembling hum. The idea makes me smile so big and Robin notices.

“Well? Why are you being so quiet, Harry? I’m getting quite upset over here now as you aren’t saying anything and-”

I lean across the table and kiss his mouth fiercely.

His eyes widen largely at first in surprise then close in bliss as we kiss passionately.

He moves back a moment to catch his breath and I say softly, “God damn, I wanna marry you so bad,” and his eyes flutter at my declaration.

“Oh, good. I thought you were going to say no,” he fluffed up his coat and sighed in relief.

“Did you really think that?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Just my fragile ego testing my confidence is all…” he says and I frown.

“I love you more than my own life, you silly bird, you know that…” I trail off.

“Finish your tea and let’s go to bed. It’s a quarter after nine,” Robin says in a sultry voice and I nod, chugging down my tea and getting up.

“Right, better get to bed, then,” I say, taking his hand.

He takes my hand, but grumbles, “Shouldn’t ever drink tea like that. You are likely to choke or something!”

I chuckle, squeezing his hand as we go upstairs. “Don’t you worry. A big guy like me can handle tea.”

We get to our room and he scoffs. “You’re pretty big…” he says, eyeing me up and down. “Just not super big, either…”

I shrug and lay on the bed. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not a giant. But,” I wiggle my toes off the edge of the bed. “My feet don’t fit on our bed. I guess it’s too small…”

Robin giggles as he covers his mouth shyly, blushing dark red. “You giant man, I need you on top of me, now…”

I grin. “Come here, you kinky thing,” I open my arms and he jumps on top of me. “Ommph!” I gasp out as he dead weights me.

We tumble around in bed and as I pin him down under me, I see his dreamy gaze, a pining look of thundering passion.

He grasps at my shoulders, squeezing them hard. It makes me groan and sigh softly as it feels good. “Oh, you are so manly,” he says in a tight whisper, his eyes shut for a moment, his teeth scraping against his lip.

“Hmm, you like my shoulders, darling?” I say in a gruff voice. He nods, kissing my mouth over and over in a bout of whimpering moans. His little pining noises drive me crazy, and I lean my lower body against his.

“Ohh, Harry… you feel so good… you’re so.. so hard…” the way he whimpers that makes me go crazy as he leans back into the pillow, his arms above his head. “I need you…”

I feel my whole body burn with desire, looking at my partner giving me the go ahead to do anything I want—-the trust we had was unbreakable.

“Oh gosh, that’s it…!” He cries out as I move down his body to pull down his pants and kiss him all over. I kiss him and lick his length and worship it.

His legs wrap around my shoulder, neck and head, and he pulls me closer as I take him firmly in my mouth. He cries out over and over and grips at my hair.

This is what we needed, I think, a bit of stress relief.

I stop a moment and say, “You are so tasty. Please baby, bang my mouth,” and he moans at my words. I take him back in between my lips as his hips glide up and down, I moan in a muffled way as I take him fully back and forth in my willing and hungry mouth.

My oral fixation, as he well knows, is all about pleasing him. I don’t even want anything back. I just enjoy making him tremble and cry out and moan in mind blowing pleasure, and it makes me feel good to see him reeling in absolute heaven.

I grab his bottom and squeeze it possessively, playing with his balls in circular, teasing motion.

“Ohh… Harrry!!!” He cries out loudly, his legs crushing my face and neck.

“Mmm…” I can only say as he comes hotly down my throat. He almost cries out in a scream as it happens. I feel content and accomplished as I know I got him in a blissful state all on my own.

It sounds like absolute love in between our sheets.

As he settles down from the high of ejaculation, he kisses my lips.

“Oh, that more than made up for earlier…” he says in a breathy afterglow.

I laugh. “Well, our son had some art to show us.”

“And amazing art it was!” Robin says, grinning in a glowing haze.

“Agreed,” I reply softly, nuzzling my face into his neck.

“I want you to make love to me, Harry,” he says in a timid way that makes me gasp quietly.

“Oh, I’d love to…” I say, kissing his face.

“Though, I’m out of practice, baby..” I continue, feeling my cheeks go hot. “You know we never did that… not yet…”

“True. Why don’t we do a bit of research on it? I have no idea what to do either…” he confides in me.

I nod. “Sure. We can do it together. Let’s rest now. I’m tired,” I say.

“Baby? I’ll… I wanna make you feel good too…” he whispers and I smile, kissing his nose.

“I do feel good. Trust me. Just hold me,” I lean into his body and let him grab me by the waist.

We slumber into a peaceful night, and as I feel his grip on my body, I feel incredibly safe.

Morning comes with a startling bright sun and we all joke around at the kitchen table, eating homemade blackberry jam oatmeal,(Robin made it) with bagels and coffee, having a great morning before I go to work.

“Oh, baby, you sure you gotta go to work?” Robin whispers as he washes the dishes. I adjust my tie and kiss his cheek, looking over at Manny writing a piece of homework Robin gave him at the kitchen table.

“Don’t worry, love, text me or call me right away if anything comes up at all. I’ll come straight away. And hey, I’ll see if I can get off early, maybe we can go to the store and get something special to make for dinner…” I hug him halfway as he’s still washing the dishes.

“Really?” Manny jumps up and grins, “like steak and soup?”

I laugh and go over to him, tossling his hair in an affectionate manner. “Sure, buddy.”

I go to get my phone and wallet from the counter and then wave at Robin. “Bye, love, see you later.”

Robin turns off the water and goes over to me, hugging me tightly. “Love you, dear,” he says.

“Love you, too, Robby,” I say back, kissing his mouth softly.

Manny goes up and jumps up, hugging me.

“Oh, you are getting so big, Manny!” I say, “you might break your old man’s back!”

“No!! I hope not..” Manny says in a sad voice.

“Just joking, kiddo. Hey, make a list of sweets you and papa want. We’ll get it later together. Okay?” I lean down and kiss his forehead. “Love ya, kiddo.”

“Love you too dad!”

I point at my phone looking at Robin as I leave; and he nods knowingly.

I am worried, but I feel like they’ll be okay for a few hours while I work.

But alas it wasn’t meant to be.