Aaron grabs me—wrapping an arm around my waist—the other tangling into the hair on the back of my head. He pulls me flush against him, his mouth on mine as he cries. I feel his tongue, his hands, his heart beating against my own. I love him.I love him. And I feel it—I feel here and now how his heart beats for me—how we live for each other and each other only.
I pull back just enough to look into his eyes as I hold his face between my palms—forgetting the audience—the officiant—the ceremony.
“Well—” I whisper, breathy and grinning. “I guess you can just start calling me Mr. Archer from now on.” Aaron groans, bringing his lips to my ear.
“I think I just came in my pants for thethirdtime.”
I’m laughing into his mouth as he kisses me again—hearing the officiant tell the guests to head to the reception hall—giving us a moment. Once everyone is a respectable distance away Aaron slides his hand over my ass, pulling my hips flush against his.
“Aaron!”
“Yes, Mr. Archer?” He’s kissing my neck, kneading my ass as he holds me in a death grip.
“We have an entire reception to get through before you’re allowed to get me worked up—Husband.” He scoffs, licking as much of my neck as he can manage.
“Or I could take you into the event house and shove that tie in your mouth while I fuck you so hard you—”
“Aaron!” He laughs—pulling back to look into my eyes, to see the damage he’s doing. “As excited as I am to come on your dick for the first time since you’ve legally marked me, I’ll be pissed if I have to spend all night hiding a boner.” I watch in real time as Aaron’s expression changes from playful to predatory—his hands tightening where they rest on my hips.
“Is that… is that how you view our marriage?”
“Huh?”
“You see this day as melegally marking you?” His chest is rising and falling harder now and if I didn’t know him so well, I’d think he was angry. But in truth—he’s about to fucking eat me.
“Well—” I clear my throat, scanning around us to see if anyone is nearby to save me when he loses it—which will be any second now. “Yes. I see everything you do as another way to mark me—to claim me—dominate me. It’s how I know you love me.” And I’m being honest. I feel his love most when he’s digging his teeth into me, when he’s telling me what to do or who I belong to. Since I was sixteen years old I’ve wanted him to want me enough to lose to that side of himself—the animalistic side, the possessive side. Knowing he just can’t help himself, fuck, there’s so much love in that.
“Benjamin—” Aaron groans, eyes terrifying and so fucking intense. “I’m going to rip you apart tonight.” I hear my startled gasp, feel my fingers tightening on his biceps. “You will be so gone—so delirious—you’re going to feel so fucking good that you won’t be able to think of anything but me, of what I’m doing to you.” I can’t breathe—I can’t look away.
He’s serious, he will be destroying me in every way he knows how to, promising me a pleasure that I’ll drown in. That I’ll die in.
“Okay.” It’s a soft whisper when it leaves me, but Aaron doesn’t smile—he pulls me tighter against him—brings his lips to hover right over mine as he lets out a shaky breath.
“You’re going to learn how it feels to be saved. All that praying—all that worshipping… your God heard you. I’m so fucking ready to devour you straight down to your soul.” He’s shuddering against me and I can’t help but whine as his warm breath hits my skin with every word—every promise.
“I want you to touch me.” I tell him—because I do and knowing he can’t right now makes it so much worse. “I want it so bad I’m physically sick.” Aaron’s hand slips between us—cupping me through my dress pants. My head drops forward onto his shoulder as a soft groan rips free from mythroat.
“Fuck—I know, Button. Soon. Let’s enjoy our night with our friends and family. Then I’ll fuck you up. I swear it.”
His swear does not make it easier for me to follow him to the reception hall—or tostopthinking about all the saving he’s going to be doing later. But so is the way of life, and this is one problem I’d rather have over all others.
The reception starts with dinner, which of course means speeches. We don’t have a big separate table for the wedding party as it’s just four of us—so Aaron and I sit at a big round table with Felix, Kayla, the Archer parents, Amber and Serenity.
The speeches are quick considering there’s only two other members in the party. Amber goes first—standing from her place in between Serenity and Tina. She clinks a knife against her flute and gathers the attention of all of Aaron’s family and our friends.
“Hey everyone! I’m Amber—the best woman of our Top 3—Mr. Aaron Archer.” Aaron groans as a few of our friends whoop and holler from across the hall. “I have been Aaron’s best friend since 2015, and I’ve known Cutie Bear just as long. And—not to brag—but I’ve been calling this marriage from the beginning!” There are a few scattered laughs as Aaron looks at me and rolls his eyes. “Watching Aaron pine and long for so many years—watching Bear triumph and grow through every hardship. It has been such a pleasure to be a part of this journey—to be a part of this family. I love you both so much and I can’t wait to ruin your children the way all wine aunties do!” Serenity slaps Amber’s arm as she laughs—sitting as the guests clap at her closing statement.
Felix stands then—clearing his throat and taking a sip from his drink. He’s nervous, he’s about to cry.
“Well. I’m the baby brother, the best friend. I… wow this is harder than I thought!” I chuckle, smiling up at him where he stands between Aaron and Kayla. “Bear—you have been my other half since I was eight years old. The same bed, the same food, the same air. I’m pretty sure we even showered together until our teens.” I drop my head into my hands, feeling the flush as it coats my face. “You are the strongest person I know. You are inspiring and beautiful and if there is one thing in this life I look back on and mourn it is our time growing up together. Platonic soulmates are a thing—and you were mine. I’m so fucking happy you’ve married my brother. Even if I want to punch him for stealing you sometimes, I can’t thank him enough for permanently binding you to me for the rest of my life. Bear—I don’t care if we’re sixty—please come over and take a nap with me. I promise Kayla doesn’t mind.”
“Here, here!” Kayla shouts and the reception hall is filled with laughter. I’m wiping my tears as Fe looks at Aaron—who is barely holding it together in preparation for whatever his baby brother is about to say.
“Bub,” Yeah—Aaron is already crying. “I have always loved you so much, admired you so much. I was so thankful I was born your brother—that I got to be so many parts of you—to learn from you as you grew and experienced life before me. I never felt the way others explained their older siblings. You never pushed me away or made me feel inferior. You were my biggest supporter—you are a kind and honest man. A bit territorial and possessive—sure—but hey. Some people are into that.” Fe raises his brows at me and I laugh, watching Aaron’s face flush. “I will always run to you when I’m scared, when I need you. You will always be someone I look up to—someone I follow around—someone I believe is stronger and wiser than myself. No matter how old I get Bub—you can still carry me to bed.”
Aaron jumps out of his chair and hugs Fe to his chest as Tina wipes her tears away. The guests are cooing at the brotherly affection, and I can’t help the warmth in my heart as I watch on. I remember all of those years watching Felix watch Aaron—seeing the love and the safety between them. I’m so happy to be a part of this moment.
As the room settles into a quiet chatter I pull Fe into a hug as well—breathing him in and thinking of lying in bed together so long ago—trying to imagine if I would have ever in a million years have thoughtone day we’d be here.
