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Consummate The Marriage ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
It's a confusing tangle of limbs trying to undress each other, but they manage it.
Troy pushes Nick onto the bed, and starts kissing up his thigh, playfully biting and licking, making Nick's skin tingle. He stops just shy of Nick's cock and forces his legs apart before giving the same treatment to Nick's left thigh - sucking hard enough to bruise this time - the soft scrape of teeth driving Nick wild.
Nick lets out a soft gasp, his fingers threading into Troy's curls, squeezing lightly. He watches Troy, captivated by the determination on his gorgeous face. Troy massages his right thigh, slowly inching closer to his hardening cock, and he squirms impatiently, but he doesn't hurry Troy along knowing the payoff will be worth the slow build of pleasure.
Troy moves onto another patch of skin - closer to his hip - and starts leaving another hickie, his hand bypassing Nick's cock to run through his treasure trail, his long fingers rough and calloused, his nails lightly scratching Nick's belly.
Arousal simmers under Nick's skin, and he sighs softly, enjoying the feel of Troy's mouth on him. He runs his fingers through Troy's curls, his nails brushing gently against his scalp.
Troy bites him suddenly - more than just a playful nibble - and he gasps at the burst of pain, his fingers curling tightly in Troy's hair. Troy licks the skin soothingly, his hand finally coming to wrap loosely around Nick's half hard cock, stroking him roughly until he's hard and aching, his tongue licking a sloppy line from Nick's hip to the base of his cock up to the tip.
Nick moans softly, twitching as Troy wraps his mouth around his cock, tongue alternating between flicking teasingly at his slit and licking flat across the tip. He loves the feeling of Troy's hot, wet mouth around him, loves the way his lips sometimes look red and swollen from when Nick can't help fucking into him. But tonight, he's too drained from the excitement of the day to indulge himself.
"Do you - " Nick cuts off with a choked noise as Troy sucks hard.
Troy keeps sucking on the tip for a moment, hollowing his cheeks, before he pulls off and asks, "Do I what?" with a teasing grin. The bastard always did that when Nick tried to speak in the middle, or in this case, the beginning of a blow job.
Nick tugs on his hair until Troy climbs up his body so they're eye-level. "Do you want me to prep you?"
Troy kisses him - still tasting of cake and champagne - then he mutters, "Don't tease me too much or I'll just fuck you open," against his lips before moving to get their lube from the nightstand.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Nick teases as he sits up.
Troy huffs in amusement.
Nick rests his back against the headboard, Troy crawling across his lap a moment later, he hands Nick the lube and drops bodily onto his lap, his cock hard and poking into Nick's thigh. Nick's own cock twitches at the soft press of Troy's thighs, and he jerks his hips up to get a little friction before he uncaps the lube.
"Spread your legs a little more," Nick tells him as he pours lube onto his fingers, pleased when Troy obliges. He caps the lube, setting it next to him, and spreads Troy's ass cheeks apart, rubbing the tip of his middle finger teasingly against his hole.
Troy spreads his legs even more, pressing back into the touch and not seeming to mind the coldness of the lube. "Been wanting you to fuck me since I saw you in that suit," Troy tells him.
Nick slips two fingers in, earning a soft sigh from his husband as he starts stretching him. "Been wanting to ride you since I saw you in yours."
"You'll get your turn, Beautiful," Troy assures him breathily, thrusting back onto his fingers. "Just make me cum on your dick and I'll let you cum on mine for round two."
Nick searches for his prostate as he says, "Let me? You say that like you're even capable of denying me anything I want from you."
"I am ca - " Troy jerks his hips, a loud gasp cutting off his words as Nick finds that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. He massages it relentlessly, making Troy's head drop between his shoulders, a loud, drawn out moan escaping him.
Nick smiles. He uses his free hand to squeeze and rub Troy's ass cheeks, feeling Troy's thick cock hardening even more against his thigh as he revels in the feel of Nick's hands. Nick's own arousal burns hot, desire flooding his senses the longer he watches Troy twitch and writhe in his lap, the noises he makes urging Nick to press his fingers harder, pump them in and out faster. He adds a third finger just so he can watch Troy fuck back onto them, watch the way his fingers disappear into the velvety heat of him.
It's mesmerizing.
Troy sits up suddenly, quickly straddling Nick. He gives him a sloppy kiss, and Nick closes his eyes, adjusting the angle to make them fit properly together, his free hand clutching the back of Troy's neck, fingers slipping under the cotton fabric of the bowtie. He tugs on it playfully, cock hardening painfully as he recalls Troy waiting for him at the end of the aisle only hours before, looking sophisticated and sexy, and so happy to see him.
He nibbles on Troy's bottom lip, earning a low noise from the back of Troy's throat. He hears the lube get uncapped, and then capped again and he slips his fingers out of Troy, bringing them to wrap around his throat instead.
His breath hitches as Troy slicks him up with the cold lube, his lips parting enough for Troy to slip his tongue into his mouth. Nick moans at the filthy slide of Troy's tongue against his own, the kiss devouring and insistent and making him dizzy - so much so that he's caught by surprise when Troy sinks down on his cock in one fluid movement, gasping softly.
Nick's hips jerk up into the tight heat surrounding him, the feel of it exhilarating and familiar, and oh so very needed. Troy's hands grip his shoulders tightly and he pulls way and says, "Whoa! Easy there partner. I still need a minute," before returning to the kiss, teasing Nick expertly with his tongue. It takes every ounce of self control to not topple Troy over onto his back and fuck him into the mattress, but he manages, fingers digging into Troy's throat hard enough to bruise.
Troy pulls away after a moment, panting as he rests his forehead against Nick's. "Squeeze any tighter and I might come just from this."
Nick stares into blown pupils and slowly pries his fingers off Troy's throat, settling his hand on Troy's hip instead. He's barely caught his breath when Troy starts rocking his hips, kissing softly at his neck. "I love you," he mutters, warm breath ghosting across Nick's skin and sending shivers down his spine.
"Love you more," Nick responds. He rubs small circles into Troy's hip with his thumb, his breath stuttering as Troy lifts himself up and slams back down. His left hand curls tightly around the back of Troy's neck as his husband repeats the action, but faster this time, then again and again until he finds his rhythm.
Nick's cock aches and twitches in the tight heat, precum leaking out - making it annoyingly easy to slip out of Troy. After he's slipped out for the fourth time, he pushes Troy onto his back before he thrusts back in, face now hovering inches above Troy's.
He notes the flush of Troy's cheeks, the sweat making his skin glisten, the slight part of his lips, the bowtie a nice little reminder of what today was and what the future would bring. "Gorgeous," Nick says huskily, cupping Troy's face. He feels Troy's cock twitch where it pokes his belly and smiles, finally meeting Troy's gaze.
He sees the pure desire, the pure need in Troy's eyes and he can't help but kiss him filthily to express his own want for this. He pulls almost all the way out before ramming back in, setting a brutally fast past and making Troy move up the mattress a bit.
Troy clutches at his back, but it isn't until he adjusts his angle a bit that he feels the blunt dig of nails into his skin and hears his name stuttered out in a low groan. He does his best to continuously nail Troy's prostate, but eventually he feels the familiar pull in his groin signifying impending release and his movements become sloppier.
"Well are you going to make me come or not?" Troy challenges breathily, noticing the change instantly.
Nick pauses briefly and collapses bodily onto Troy, leaving no space between them as he starts thrusting again - slower, but deeper. He nibbles on Troy's earlobe, pleased when he feels Troy's legs wrap around his waist. The slower pace cools off his orgasm just enough to keep going. The heat between their bodies is almost unbearable, sweat making them stick together, but Nick's determined to make Troy come before him.
"Is that the best you got, Nicky?" Troy questions mockingly.
Nick bites his earlobe harshly before burying his face against Troy's neck the best he can without crushing the bluebonnets. He steadies himself, adjusting his hips before he starts fucking Troy harder, faster, inching him closer to the edge of the bed. He feels the heels of Troy's feet dig into his back, forcing him deeper, and his balls tighten.
"That's it, Nicky, right there..." Troy tries to meet his every thrust, and Nick knows he won't last much longer at this rate. He feels Troy's cock twitch against his stomach, precum smearing all over them both - adding to the hot stickiness of skin on skin.
The dirty little noises escaping Troy drive him crazy, and just as he's about to accept defeat, Troy comes between them, his nails digging harshly into Nick's back, softly moaning oh Nicky, directly into his ear and he comes so hard he nearly blacks out.
Nick stills, panting heavily. He feels Troy's legs drop from his waist, but his arms come to wrap around Nick, rubbing his lower back.
"I thought you were about to fuck me off the bed," Troy breathes.
Nick huffs a laugh. "I considered it after you started running your mouth."
He feels Troy shrug. "Had to do something before you blew your load early."
Nick chuckles, and slips out of him.
Troy kisses his cheek before shoving Nick off of him. "It's too damn hot to cuddle."
Nick settles onto his back. He's barely set his right hand on the bed when Troy takes it, interlocking their fingers. It fills him with indescribable joy to feel the cool press of Troy's ring against his skin. He stares down at their hands, squeezing just to feel the ring better.
They were married now. Married.
Nick smiles as he comes to a conclusion about the future. "Troy?"
"Yeah, Nicky?"
"I'm never going to stop choosing you," He says, meeting Troy's gaze. "And I don't just mean over everyone else, or even after you make a mistake, but over my addiction and my bad habits too. It won't always be easy, but you're worth fighting for. You always will be."
Troy brings their hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of Nick's hand. "You and me, always and forever."
Nick rolls onto his stomach, and straddles Troy's waist, kissing him lazily, running his free hand over Troy's chest and stomach, tracing the various scars with his finger tips. The soft, unhurried kisses eventually turn into the bruising, filthy ones that often preclude sex and Nick pulls away.
He squeezes Troy's hands as he sits up, staring down at Troy. "Gonna let me ride you, Gorgeous?"
"Well it's only polite to return the favor."
Nick rolls his eyes fondly. "Like you've ever been polite a day in your life."
Troy grins and squeezes his hands before letting them go.
They reposition so Troy lays in the middle of the bed, the headboard behind him and Nick straddles him again after grabbing the lube and a bandanna he finds under Troy's pillow. He slicks up Troy's cock with one hand and uses the other to clean up the come on their stomachs, then reaches behind him to clean the come trickling down Troy's thighs.
Nick tosses the bandanna to the floor, and lifts himself up.
"Sure you don't want me to prep you, Beautiful?" Troy asks, even as he lines himself up with Nick's hole.
Nick shakes his head. "You'll try to make me come on your fingers, and I've only got one more orgasm in me before I pass out."
Troy sighs wistfully. "First I barely get to see you all day and now I can't even play with your ass like I want."
"Aww pobrecito," Nick says in a overly sweet tone.
"I don't know what that means but fuck you."
"Oh, you're going to," Nick tells him, slowly sinking down on his cock. He smirks when Troy's eyes close, breath hitching in pleasure. He retakes Troy's hands in his own, leaning over to press kisses along Troy's jawline as he gives himself time to adjust.
"You're fucking tight," Troy says huskily, squeezing Nick's hands.
Nick hums and starts sucking on a point along his jaw. He waits just a little longer before he starts rocking his hips, using Troy's cock to stretch himself open. He moves to Troy's neck, licking, biting, and sucking at the skin, his eyes closing as he loses himself in the feel of Troy inside him, filling him up. A low moan starts in the back of his throat as he rocks faster.
Troy fucks up into him, and Nick cries out as he manages to nail his prostate on his third thrust. He gives up on trying to give Troy hickies and sits up so he can properly ride his husband, lifting himself so only head of Troy's thick cock remains inside. He wastes no time in sinking back down, setting a fast pace that barely allows him to catch his breath.
Troy groans, gripping Nick's hand painfully as he tries to match his pace - he doesn't, but manages to peg Nick's prostate a few times - making him let out perhaps the filthiest noises he's ever made.
Fuck it, Nick thinks after awhile.
He digs his knees into Troy's sides and says, "Top me."
Troy's pupils dilate, and he quickly rolls them over, barely managing not to slip out. He lets go of Nick's hands briefly to put a pillow under Nick and adjust their angle, but then he's relentlessly pounding into him, using their interlocked fingers to keep himself steady as he leans over Nick.
Nick wraps his legs around Troy's, pulling him in deeper. It feels so good and Nick arches his back as Troy finds his sweet spot, a guttural moan that would make a pornstar blush escapes him.
"Shit," Troy groans, squeezing his hands."So fucking sexy, so fucking loud..." He kisses Nick's chin, then up to the corner of his mouth before he adds, "I want you to scream my name." He thrusts impossibly faster until Nick repeats the filthy sound, writhing under him. "C'mon, Nicky. Say my name."
Nick bites his lip, refusing to give Troy what he wants.
"Gonna be stubborn, huh?" A devilish smirk spreads across Troy's face. He lets go of Nick's left hand and grabs the headboard, adjusting the angle of his hips before he fucks roughly - mercilessly - into Nick.
Nick's overwhelmed by pleasure, his cock aching to be touched, his toes curling, and his free hand scrabbling for purchase on Troy's back.
"Gonna scream my name yet?" Troy questions breathlessly.
Nick can't form words, his eyes rolling back in his head at the persistent pressure against his prostate, his groin tightening.
He feels Troy squeeze his right hand. "Huh, Nicky?" His words are barely audibly as if he has no air in his lungs.
Nick's mouth goes slack in pleasure, arousal bordering on painful, precome leaking out in droves.
Troy moans, and Nick watches the muscles in his arm constrict as he grips the headboard tighter. He looks down at Nick, pupils shot to hell. He slows down briefly to kiss Nick, and mumble, "C'mon Beautiful. I'm waiting," against his lips before he picks up the pace again.
Nick comes without warning, back arching off the bed as he screams his husband's name. Troy moans lowly and thrusts inside him half a dozen more times before he comes too, hot and full inside of Nick, collapsing on top of him afterwards.
The room fills with the harsh sounds of their panting, and Nick just stares up at the ceiling while they try to catch their breaths. They're both hot and sticky again, but they refuse to move.
Troy lifts himself up just enough to press his forehead against Nick's. "Fuckin' drive me crazy making all those noises. You're like my walking wet dream, you know that?"
Nick smiles. He retakes Troy's right hand. "And you're a cocky little shit."
"I have a right to be. I got you to scream my name didn't I?"
Nick huffs. "Yeah..."
Troy chuckles. "Don't be mad just cos I know how to fuck you right."
"I'm not mad, I just hate rewarding you for being a cocky asshole."
"I'll show you a cocky asshole." Troy thrusts suddenly and Nick gasps.
He squeezes Troy's hands. "Did you really just do that to make a bad joke?"
Troy nods, grinning smugly. He slips out of Nick, and kisses him twice before getting off the bed. He finds a towel, cleans them both up, and gently takes the bluebonnets out from behind Nick's ears, setting them on the nightstand. "Huh," he says.
"What?" Nick asks.
"You still look like an angel."
Nick rolls his eyes, feeling his face heat. "Shut up."
"Make me."
Nick wraps his arms around Troy and pulls him down onto the bed. He kisses him, firm and unhurried, feeling Troy smile before he returns it. He pushes Troy off after a moment and curls into his side the instant he settles into the bed. He closes his eyes, absolutely exhausted from the day. He sighs contentedly when he feels Troy's fingers running through his hair.
"I love you, Nicky," Troy says softly.
Nick opens his eyes and looks up at Troy with a smile. Troy's got that look in his eyes - the one Charlie told him about, the one he recognizes with ease now - the one so full of love it's like he can barely contain it. "I love you too, Troy," Nick tells him just as softly.
Troy grins and tucks a loose strand of hair behind Nick's hair. "Get some sleep, Beautiful."
"Read to me first?" Nick asks.
"Anything for you, Nicky." Troy grabs a book from the nightstand and starts reading some reenvisoned fairytale. Nick's just starting to fall asleep to the sound of his voice when he hears Troy mutter, "I'll kill anyone who even thinks about touching you like I do."
Nick smiles. He isn't sure what led Troy to say that, not paying attention to the story in the slightest, but he snuggles closer to him and mumbles, "That's fine with me. Only want you anyway."
Troy kisses his forehead and says, "You're my happy ending and I don't need some magical author hell bent on trying to take it away to figure that out."
Nick's smile grows bigger. He kind of wishes he'd been paying attention to the story now, but he thinks he remembers it starting with once upon a time. "Happily ever after," he mumbles just before he passes out.