"Oh no...no need to get naked!" Dustyn thought that being the only one naked would be awkward but the more he imagines being naked with a woman he barely knows, the weirder the situation grows. He keeps messing around with his hands, making fists or tapping on his knuckles while he stands there with it all on display. Many fan fictions would start out this way and loads of Weekend fans would love to be doing Gretchen's job right now. Thankfully, there are no thirsty Weekenders in sight. "You can talk to me if you want to. I think that silence would make things even more awkward. Keeps me distracted, you know?" Dustyn doesn't want his mind to stray into dangerous territory. He would either get into his head too much and freak out...or think of naughty things and take embarrassment to a whole new level. "As you can see, I'm pimple free and I smell good so I know I'm not the worst client ever!" Dustyn giggles and then gives his underarm a quick sniff to double check. Yep, fresh as ever. He has a rather coconutty-vanilla scent to him.

"Yeah I usually only like nudity when it's with my fiance or if several pints of Guinness have been involved." Dustyn definitely is an Irishman stereotype. He loves his Guinness and his potatoes but draws the line at mixing them. Champ? Yes. Guinness mash? That's just wrong. "Yeah I was informed about the pimple man. Worst superhero ever. I'm all smooth and clean though!" Dustyn says, extending his arms and turning them to show off as much flesh as possible. He does have very soft and smooth skin. He giggles when Gretchen takes a whiff. "Seduce? I'm no hussy!". Hussy is one of his favourite words. Now that he's a little more relaxed, Dustyn is pretty much ready to get the measurements done. He nods when Gretchen says she's going to touch him.

"Heavy, eh?" Dustyn asks with a smirk and a muffled chuckle, putting his hands on his hips and swaying slightly. It'd be wrong not to joke around when the material is right there. Dustyn is loosening up at least, being able to joke around now. The nakedness still isn't something he really enjoys - he's not Billy - but he's able to suppress it and look beyond it. Dustyn is a little bewildered when Gretchen starts to laugh hysterically after he speaks. What did he say? Was it his accent? Did he pronounce something wrong? Was she making fun of him?! When he finally realises it was the word "hussy" that tickled her funny bone, he's still confused. It's just a part of his vocabulary now. Everyone is a hussy to him. Still, at least she's not laughing at anything crotch related. "Oh there are many a hussy in Ireland and the UK too, Gretchen. Hussies everywhere." Might as well drag the funny out for as long as possible. When Dustyn feels the material press on him, his stomach leaks from the first form of real contact but he relaxes almost immediately. He looks up at the ceiling and purses his lips, trying to focus on anything other than Gretchen moving closer to his penis. "Well...I think Dallas would love the low cut but I'll be in chastity underneath. Would the belt show? I feel like it'd take the look off of things." Dustyn finally braves it and looks back down at what's going on between his legs.

Dustyn and Dallas have been married for just over a week now and the rush of it all still hasn't subsided. Despite knowing each other since November 2013 and becoming an official item in early 2014, the relationship feels new and exciting. The couple never really flatlined beforehand but this long-awaited marriage really injected a new lease of life into this pairing. It's a fresh new chapter in the book - filled with many unknowns. Dustyn can't help gushing over his hubby and it's the same for Dallas. Everything seems to be falling into place after the most turbulent decade of his life. From the abuse he received in Ireland to leaving home at 16, becoming a teenage parent, battling addiction and two abusive relationships, true peace of mind has been a long time coming. He's soaking up and appreciating every minute of this.

The trip to see Karoliena was another way of Dustyn showing his appreciation of his husband. Most of the items bought had him in mind. They aren't the kinkiest couple but they have their little vices and Dustyn wants to play around with them as a reward. Dallas made him the happiest man in the world when he put a ring on it so some sexy undies and nipple clamps is the least he can do in return for his husband. Dallas has no idea about the products other than the chastity belt to which he possesses the key to. Dustyn really wants to blow his mind and he believes the element of surprise will add to the experience.

In the hotel room, Dallas has also gotten down to his underwear and is sat on the bed while Dustyn straddles him. Dusty has pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks and is down to his trousers. Dallas kisses on Dustyn's small abs and naval while unbuckling his belt. Dustyn wants Dallas to pull down the trousers and be greeted face to face with Karoliena and Gretchen's sexy and expensive underwear. He can't wait to see how Dallas reacts to the fitted and provocative piece.

Dustyn giggles and plays around with Dallas; running his hands through his hair, stroking his cheek and leaning down every so often to shower him with kisses. It's always playful between the pair of them. Even with some of the kinkier stuff he has in store for his husband, Dustyn still wants to make the night be all about fun. Turning full on dom-master S&M style wouldn't do it for any of them. They'd just end up laughing. When Dallas comments on his underwear, Dustyn smirks and watches his husband's facial expressions. He can tell that he loves them. "Oh yeah, they're the most expensive undies I own. After your net-worth, they rank as the second most expensive thing to touch my crotch." Dustyn giggles, unknowingly throwing a little shade at Blake and Adam's worth. He's a natural little diva so slightly bitchy comments don't even get a second thought. "Spending all that money just for them to look even better on the floor...weird," Dustyn says as he moves around and onto his back, slowly slipping them off and pinging them across the room from around his ankles. They end up on top of a lamp and not the floor. "Oh well...uh...they look even better on the lamp!"

Dustyn giggles and returns to his knees and straddling position, revealing that he's still in chastity. It's been around a month since the chastity belt went on - the only honeymoon item that Dallas was made aware of. It's been a long month. The locked dick actually didn't make much sense as Dustyn barely uses it. He prefers his deliveries to be dropped off at the back door instead. The highly expensive item was really just to add some more allure and heighten anticipation. Dustyn smooches his hubby on the lips before singing softly, unable to resist the chance to drop a Madonna song in. He has such a smooth yet strong voice like an old classic crooner. It's a shame he has to share a band with Scott Wellington. "Open your heart to me, baby. I hold the lock and you hold the key. Open your heart to me, darlin'. I'll give you love if you, you turn the key" Dustyn giggles and then looks Dallas dead in the eye after his mini performance. "You DO have the key...right?" he asks, his eyes then dropping down to his locked undercarriage.

Dustyn forces a little giggle, not entirely sure if Dallas is joking or not about not having the key with him. He'll be surprised if he has forgotten considering how pent up they've both been leading to this moment but everyone has dim moments at times. That key better not be on their bedside table in London. "Dallas Esteban Conners...." he begins, totally making the middle name up. "You better whip that key out otherwise we won't be getting up to much and I'll have to make you Irish meals as punishment." Dustyn chuckles softly and starts to nuzzle on Dallas' neck, using the back of his hand to trail down his husband's chest and over his right nipple, knowing he likes the sensation. As he kisses on his neck, Dustyn very slowly starts to grind his hips and rub against Dallas as an incentive to find the key faster. "Madonna didn't make her 5th studio album, Erotica, released in 1992 AND a sex book to go along with it just for us to only kiss and dry hump on our honeymoon."

Dustyn has a habit of randomly making up middle names. Whenever he was in trouble as a kid, which was a lot for no apparent reason other than merely existing, he was always called out by his full name; Dustyn James Kian Blue. "I don't think any of us could be a real dom. You can't even say no to Shay when he wants something. I doubt you could be someone's master of control for the entire night...although I'd definitely submit," Dustyn winks and gives Dallas another kiss. Dallas actually is the more dominant one in the bedroom but we're not talking Billy territory. "I thought you married me for my Irish champ?" Dustyn asks with a tilt of the head. His mash brings all the boys to the yard. "I married you so you could do all the hard and scary bits in video games." Dustyn giggles and then hops off the bed and onto the floor to allow Dallas to fetch the key.

"You're not touching my Sex book!" Dustyn says with a sigh. He has a copy still in its original foil packaging locked up in a trophy cabinet. They're rare now and much sought after due to the controversy it caused back in the day. A real collectors item. It is to be admired from afar. Not to be touched. "We could always write our own book one day." Dustyn winks and says this as Dallas unlocks him. He tosses the belt to the side, feeling a great release and almost immediately starts to...grow. It's always fascinating to watch given his proportions. "Free Willy!" Dustyn jokes before wrapping his arms around Dallas, making out where they stand. He moves a hand and pulls down Dallas' boxers from the back, letting his husband wriggle out of them himself. He feels the warmth of Dallas press up against him and can literally feel the passion growing. Dustyn starts to walk backwards to the bed, falling back onto it with slightly spread legs. "Let's do Karoliena and Gretchen proud," Dustyn says with a naughty smirk upon his face before adjusting his position and opening his legs ever so slightly wider to give Dallas a very intimate and erotic view.

Dustyn almost fully trembles at the light touching of his inner thighs. It's one of his sweet spots for sure and the lack of intimacy the last month and a half makes this feel even sweeter. The fact that he loves Dallas to the core helps heighten the slightest of sensations. Fulling around with someone and having intimate areas aroused is one thing but when it's with someone you love everything feels far more euphoric. "Yeah touch me...but never my Madonna book," he says in an exaggerated breathy moan before giggling a little. Part of what makes him enjoy intimacy with Dallas even more is that they still find the time to joke around. A lot of others would find it distracting or a turn off but the pair of them have a similar sense of humour and they just get one another. "Straight porn hidden under your bed? Wow, you know all the right things to say!" Dustyn jokes again, giving himself a few strokes to pretend it was making him flaccid. With Dallas between his legs however, soft would never really be an option. He looks down at his husband and awaits his next month. Dustyn starts to run his hands over the soft white bedding, ready to grip onto it as whatever Dallas decides to do, he knows it's going to feel extraordinary. He has the magic touch...and tongue.