Jack didn’t think he’d ever tire of being inside of Callum, being with Callum,beingCallum’s…He’d spend the rest of his life shattering Callum into pieces before carefully making him whole again.
Callum jerked his head around and Jack removed the toy, leaving a pool of spit visible under his mouth.
“What do you need, kitten?” Jack slowed his thrusts, dragging his hands down Callum’s sweaty back and hips.
“More,” he whined. “Daddy, more.”
Jack bottomed out, swiveling his hips against the plump skin of Callum’s ass.
“You want more, kitten?”
“I want everything.”
Jack turned the knob on the base of the dildo, the buzzing sound of the vibration filling the room. He nestled the end of the toy against the root of his shaft, the vibration shaking his cock when he pulled back.
Callum’s ass looked like a dream, a perfect hole begging to be filled, the slightest gape beseeching Jack to stretch it and own it. He massaged the tip of the toy against Callum’s pucker, just above the head of his cock and pushed forward with a grunt, sliding both the toy and his cock inside.
Callum cried out, shoving the pillowcase into his mouth to silence himself. His eyes fluttered closed and he bore down, taking another inch inside.
He was fucking perfect, and Jack told him so before steadying the toy and slipping his shaft into his stretched and spread hole. Callum made a sound that resonated around the room like a plea for less, for more, for the totality of the universe and the vastness of the sky.
Callum reached behind him and searched out Jack’s hand, curling their fingers together and forcing the dildo along Jack’s length deeper inside his ass, then he fisted the sheet and made a keening wail of pleasure.
“Come for me,” Jack enticed, his own thrusts growing feverish and frantic.
Callum snaked a hand under his stomach and jerked himself, coming quickly with a muffled cry and a tremor that wracked through his body. Jack followed soon after, pulling the vibrator away as his cock spurted his release deep into his husband.
Jack shook and collapsed, sliding to the side so his weight didn’t fall on Callum, who quickly turned and buried his face into Jack’s armpit. They were both sweat soaked, covered in cum and Callum in tears. Jack coasted his fingers down the delicate curve of Callum’s hip with a contented sigh.
“You’re worth everything,” he vowed, reluctantly separating their bodies.
“Daddy,” Callum mumbled, his pupils large black discs against the green of his irises.
Jack wiped the sweat from Callum’s face with a smile and a kiss.
“We need to shower. We have guests in the yard.”
Callum’s cheeks darkened, beyond the flush that covered the rest of his body, as though he was just remembering their closest friends were mere feet away. He sat up and covered himself with the sheet.
Jack laughed and pulled him close, dragging him into the bathroom and depositing him under the warm spray of the shower. They washed quickly and dressed again. Callum in jeans and a black t-shirt, Jack in the same, but white.
He twined his fingers with Callum’s as he led him through the house to the backyard, hoping everything he had to give was enough.
“What’s this?” Callum croaked, pulling back on Jack’s hand.
Jack turned to see Callum and watched the recently hung string lights from the backyard reflect against his eyes. He glanced toward the yard, the hundreds and hundreds of wildflowers that had been scattered across the yard in their absence lit up the evening as if they were fireworks.
Their friends were gathered near the willow tree, lit by dangling strands of twinkle lights that mixed between the drooping branches. Jack’s lip tipped up in a warm smile and he directed his attention back to Callum.
“We’re getting married,” Jack said, pulling Callum into his side and leaving a small kiss against his temple. Callum gripped Jack’s hand, taking in the sight before them then looking up at Jack, wetness glistening in his eyes.
“Are you serious?”
“About you? Very.”
“It’s beautiful,” Callum rasped.
“Like you,” Jack observed. “Come on, now.”
