Jack opened his eyes before he straightened his head, and when he did turn, Callum dragged the slippery and swollen tip of his cock from Jack’s balls to his hole.
“Watch the way I love you back,” he rasped.
Jack nodded and Callum pressed against his tight ring of muscle, groaning as the head of his cock popped inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, sliding the rest of his shaft into Jack.
“Callum,” Jack exhaled his name like a prayer. “Kitten.”
“Daddy,” Callum agreed, thrusting his cock against Jack’s prostate only three times before he crumpled and came.
Jack hissed, and Callum wasn’t sure if it was pain or shock or too much pleasure or even a little of all of those things. Callum caught the sound in his mouth, smashing their lips together.
Jack’s arms came around his back and held him, pressing their bodies together with no space between them. Jack rolled him onto his back, never breaking the kiss, only heightening it, furthering it. With his tongue and his lips and his hands, he took every insecurity Callum had ever held inside his heart and banished them.
By the time Jack pulled away for a breath, Callum felt like a new person, a better person, a lighter person. He knew without doubt that Jack’s words were true, and he wouldn’t ever doubt them again. He was about to tell him as much when Jack smiled down at him with stars in his eyes and spoke.
“I want you to marry me.”
22
Jack
“Are you serious?”Callum blinked up at him in shock.
“I’d marry you today.”
Jack had been thinking about marrying Callum since the first night he saw him at Rapture, but he’d been trying to do right by his precious kitten. He wanted to get to know him beyond the list of likes and dislikes they’d assembled about the other over the past five months.
He didn’t need to know if Callum cleaned up after himself in the kitchen, which he did, or if he was grumpy in the morning, which he was. Jack hadn’t ever really been a believer in love at first sight, but that was all before.
The reality of his life now was that he didn’t want to exist without Callum, no matter the cost.
“Yes,” Callum answered clearly and simply.
Jack yanked him into a sitting position and slammed their mouths together, another kiss, another promise. He didn’t stop until Callum was humping him eagerly and desperately.
“Daddy,” Callum whined when they finally separated.
"We’ll elope,” Jack suggested. “I’ll find someone. I want to marry you under the stars.”
“Tonight?” Callum asked.
“Tonight, kitten.”
“Is this crazy?”
“Completely.”
“If we do, it won’t be legal. We don’t have a marriage license or anything,” Callum said with a half-hearted recognition of the flaw in their plan.
“Then we’ll wait. Get a license, get married on Monday.”
Jack leaned away reluctantly and pulled his pants up, the sting in his ass more noticeable than he’d ever remembered it being before. He dug his phone out of his pocket and sent off a text then hoisted Callum into a standing position.
“Get dressed. We have errands.”
“You want me to go run errands with you after you just said we were getting married Monday?” Callum asked, his jaw dropped open.
