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The morning sun peeked through the window of the newlywed’s honeymoon suite. Kyle shifted at the light as he did his best to stretch his limbs, a weight on his torso preventing him from fully extending himself.
He opened his eyes to see Eric's head lying peacefully on his chest, the brunette snoring lightly as he cuddled close.
The redhead couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Yesterday’s events were still fresh in his mind; he couldn’t believe that after everything, they were finally married. The pair no longer had to worry about wedding planning or something going horribly wrong during the ceremony; the day had been a complete success.
They were now legally bound to one another; he was Eric’s husband. He gave a small chuckle at that fact, replaying all the steps they took to get here as he slid his hand down the other’s back. He honestly couldn’t believe that the two of them managed to pull it off, lost in a feeling of pure bliss as he admired his sleeping spouse.
Kyle considered himself lucky, sure, Eric may not be everyone’s ideal partner, but he most certainly was his; there wasn’t another person he’d rather be with.
The ginger was abruptly snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of his alarm, snatching up his phone to silence the ringing, his partner whining at the movement.
“Eric, get up, you gotta take your meds,” he breathed softly, his hands trying to gently shake the bigger man awake by his shoulder. He mentally cursed himself for ignoring the alarm yesterday and assuming that the brunette would take the pills without him reminding him to do so, making a silent vow to at least text him if they were ever apart like that again.
“Mmm, five more minutes,” his husband groaned as he attempted to pull him back down to the sheets.
It was a hard request to deny, especially considering how cute the chubby man looked in this moment, but he stayed strong, continuing to jostle Eric.
“No, come on, I’ll order whatever you want from room service,” he offered, the words successfully opening his spouse’s eyes.
“What if I want Denny's?" The brunette yawned, bringing one of his hands to rub sleep from his sockets.
“Then I guess I’ll take your fatass to Denny's." Kyle really didn’t want to go out in public yet; he was still rather drained from the day before, but if that’s what got his stubborn husband to take his medication, he’d begrudgingly do it.
“Hey, you said you liked me being a fatass last night,” his spouse lifted his head to look at him, the bigger man’s fingers sliding under Kyle’s night shirt, playing with his chest hair.
“Yeah, duh,” the ginger exhaled at the feeling of his spouse, “What else would I rip on you for?”
Eric gave him a playful slap. It looked like he was going to say something when he started looking into Kyle’s green eyes, appearing to get lost in them.
The taller man placed his palm on the side of his soft face. “You okay?” The redhead asked, stroking his thumb over a tear that attempted to spill down his cheek.
The chubby man didn’t say anything, just gave a nod before placing his lips on the redhead’s, pushing himself forward to do so.
It started soft, innocent even. The contact made Kyle’s chest flutter; they weren’t gentle with one another like this often. He figured that his lover must still be riding the emotional high from the day before, just as he was.
Eric only separated the contact for a moment before pulling him into a deeper kiss, sliding his tongue into Kyle’s mouth, his fingers bawling themselves in the freckled man’s night shirt.
Normally, the ginger would be grossed out by this; his morning breath was very much present in this moment, however, he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything other than love, reciprocating the act with passion while contributing to the heat that was building between the two of them.
The bigger man whimpered at the feeling Kyle provided, the needy sound going straight to the redhead’s cock, watching with arousal as his spouse straddled his hips, an act that the freckled man referred to as Eric’s ‘go to move’.
The brunette started grinding down against the skinnier man’s body, Kyle gasping at the feeling of his lover’s hard member, unfocusedly rubbing his own.
There was only one reason the redhead hesitated to go further with his husband, and that was the wet feeling of tears that still came from the brown eyes he so adored.
“Whoa, easy, baby,” the freckled man soothed, doing his absolute best to keep a level head in this situation. “Are you sure you’re alright?” It wasn’t uncommon for his lover to cry during acts of intimacy, but with last night’s incident fresh in his mind, he couldn’t help feeling slightly concerned. “We don’t have to do anything, you still gotta take your meds,“ Kyle panted, using every bit of willpower he had not to contribute to the heavenly friction the bigger man provided with his steady humping.
“I need it,” Eric cried, the pace of his hips gaining speed, “Please, Kyle.” The brunette batted his dewy eyes at him, “I fucking need you.”
The words crumbled any sort of resolve he had. “Shit, Eric.” His husband rarely begged; it was something the redhead usually had to work for him to do, teasing the bigger man until he was too aroused to give his pride any care.
Hearing him plead for his touch in such a way without being requested to awoke something within the redhead, suddenly snapping his hips in time with the other. The action rewarded him with an absolutely obscene moan from the chubby man, the sound mimicking one he would make while being penetrated. “You want my dick that bad?” Kyle tried to tease, expecting to get some sort of snide comment in response.
Instead, Eric eagerly nodded his head, his demeanor void of any sarcasm or mirth. “I do, fuck, I do, please,” he whimpered, casting the ginger man into confusion.
He didn’t know what had gotten into his lover, but he couldn’t bring himself to question the behavior change too much. If his husband really needed this badly, who was he to deny him? “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get it.” The ginger shifted his angle, trying to line their cocks up as much as possible.
“Y-you're so fucking hard,” the brunette stammered, collapsing against his chest as he put more weight behind his movements, Kyle giving a low grunt at the feeling.
“For you.” The taller man couldn’t believe how sensitive his husband was; he already sounded wrecked, and all they had done was grind. “Just tell me what you want.” Kyle grabbed a fistful of the other’s hair, giving the brown locks a strong tug.
Eric’s legs began shaking, arching his back with a whine, giving the ginger an opportunity to touch his body, one that he didn’t plan on missing.
The taller man leaned forward, pulling off the bigger man’s shirt and tossing it across the room, his hands supporting him by his back as he trailed his lips down the other’s neck. “I’ll take care of you,” Kyle murmured in between tender kisses.
“M-mark me,” the brunette panted, “Want everyone to know I’m yours.”
The redhead didn’t have to be told twice, opening his mouth to suck dark bruises into the pale skin, relishing in every little gasp his partner made.
“So, good, so fucking good Kyle- ah!” The freckled man bit down on the junction where the brunette’s shoulder met his neck at the sound of his name. “O-oh-“ Eric tilted his head to the side in an attempt to give the other better access, “Yes, Kyle, yes!”
With that reaction, Kyle couldn’t help but bite him again, going back over the fresh hickeys with his teeth, each nip winding up his husband more and more.
The ginger moved one of his hands to the chubby man’s chest, giving the fat that rested there a squeeze before gently tweaking his nipple, his hips still rocking up.
“Don't stop! Kyle don’t-“ his voice cut off as he began violently vibrating, a string of lust-filled cries spilled from his throat as he tensed on his lap.
The freckled man almost couldn’t believe his eyes, pulling his mouth away when the other limply collapsed, resting his head lazily on his shoulder. “Did you seriously just come from that?” he asked in disbelief, the bigger man hiding his face deep in the crook of his neck.
“Shut it,” the brunette hissed, Kyle having to place his own lip in his teeth to hold back a groan over what just transpired.
“I’m not making fun of you,” The freckled man assured, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace. “It was fucking hot,” he rasped deeply, Eric giving yet another whimper at his words.
“I-I couldn’t stop myself,” The shorter man admitted timidly.
The ginger had never seen anything like that from his husband, unsure of where that was going to take them next. “That’s okay, you did so good.” They stayed there for a few minutes, Eric fighting to catch his breath while Kyle rubbed his back, preparing himself to provide aftercare if needed when the chubby man’s head rose.
“I want you inside of me,” the brunette demanded suddenly, proving to the ginger that no matter how much he thought he knew his spouse, the bigger man could still somehow find a way to surprise him. Eric was usually a one-and-done type of person who was prone to getting incredibly sleepy after his orgasm.
“What?” Of course Kyle wanted nothing more than to bury his weeping cock deep inside Eric’s warm, inviting hole; he could barely think of anything other than how good it would feel to stretch into the tight space, doing his best to hold on to some sort of logic, to have just a sliver of hesitation. “Do you really think you can handle that?”
The bigger man pulled him into another deep kiss, his hips wiggling side to side, purposely rubbing his ass against the hard member under him. “Yes, I feel so empty.” There were still tears spilling from his eyes, the redhead swallowing back guilt over finding his wet expression attractive. If he hadn’t been so completely lost in lust, he would have berated himself for being turned on by his husband sobbing, but any sort of reason was slipping further away from him once more, close to giving in and giving the bigger man what he asked for.
“Please, give me your cock.“ Eric began taking off the redhead’s shirt, something Kyle assisted him in by extending his arms up. “I’ll do anything,” the brunette pouted with kiss swollen lips, “I need to be filled, I need to watch your muscles flex while you pump me with your come.”
“Fuck,” Kyle drawled, taking in how visibly desperate his spouse was for him, all concerns being forgotten as he shifted their position, laying the chubby man down gently on his back, placing himself in between the man’s thick thighs. “You don’t gotta do anything for me, baby,” he shushed, reaching to remove the other’s pajama pants. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Eric helped kick the remaining clothing off his body, “You are so good to me,” he sniffled as his member sprung free from his boxers, the stout prick already hard again. Kyle swiped his thumb over the leaking slit, watching in excitement as his husband’s knees fell open.
“Mhm!” The brunette squeaked, invitingly sticking his tongue out. The redhead wasn’t sure what his partner wanted. He was about to ask what it was the other was trying to convey when his fingers were brought to Eric’s lips, the bigger man lapping at his own come before fully taking the sticky digit in his mouth, sucking away the mess.
Such a lewd act would typically repulse Kyle; he hated bodily fluids, the only way he could somewhat tolerate them was if he was horny, and right now, he was too focused on the hot feeling of being inside his lover’s mouth to grimace at the obscenity of it all.
The ginger realized he was staring when Eric relinquished him, slowly dragging his thumb over the top of the pink muscle as he broke the physical connection, the two parts still partially linked by a trail of saliva. “I know you don’t like it on your hands,” the bigger man acknowledged, his throat constricting as he swallowed down whatever substance was left in his mouth.
Without much thought, Kyle took his index and pointer finger, using them to gather what he could from the other’s dripping cock. His unoccupied hand tapped the side of Eric’s face, wordlessly commanding him to open his mouth again.
When the bigger man did so, he unceremoniously shoved his digits in the back of the other’s throat, a deep moan vibrating around them. “That’s it,” Kyle gritted, “Clean up your fucking mess.”
Eric’s eyes closed, gulping down all that he could. The redhead found the control he had over him in this moment intoxicating. He still wasn’t thrilled about the substance being involved, but he supposed force-feeding his husband the fluid was the best way to include it.
He moved himself roughly around the inside of the bigger man’s throat, not concerned about triggering Eric’s gag reflex as the brunette practically didn’t have one; there were only a few times it had been triggered in the seven years, and each time it happened, it was on his cock, never his fingers. “Such a good boy, open those pretty eyes for me.”
The chubby man whined while obeying the command. His wet lashes fluttered open, cheeks radiating heat with an intense need behind his gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Eric,” The ginger began slipping his digits out of the heat that constricted them. There was no longer any come on the skin, being replaced with a thick coat of saliva.
The brunette looked away. “I don’t understand how you can think that,” he whispered, the sad tone slightly sobering Kyle from the haze of his lust, grabbing his husband’s face in one hand, squishing it slightly in a gentle squeeze.
“Then I’ll make you understand.” The freckled man kissed the top of his forehead. “I want to hear you compliment yourself.”
Eric made a sour face at the notion, his hands reaching down to palm Kyle through his night pants, the redhead hissing at the contact.
“You know I’d rather have your come shoved down my throat,” he did his best to catch his breath, clearly trying to change the topic, the redhead was quick to pick up on that.
He decided to humor the chubby man, letting go of his face as he began forming a plan, moving his member out of the brunette’s reach.
“Thought you wanted that somewhere else?” The taller man smirked, taking his wet fingers and swiping them around his lover’s hole, getting a shudder in response.
“I do.” Kyle pulled his fingers away when the other attempted to press himself down on them. “I need it,” he corrected, gnawing on his bottom lip.
“Then you’ll complement yourself.” The ginger insisted, getting a huff from his spouse.
“You said I wouldn’t have to do anything for it,” he bemoaned. Kyle had to hold back his laughter; he had the brunette at his complete mercy, they both knew it, he could have probably told Eric to cluck like a chicken for his prick, and he would have done it. The power was electrifying; it almost made the freckled man want to stretch this out as long as possible, if it weren’t for the fact that he was so hard it hurt, he might have.
“That was before you were bad.” The redhead started kissing down his husband’s chest, squeezing at the rolls of fat that rested on the bigger man’s sides. “I told you I didn’t want to hear you say anything else like that.“
The brunette yelped as Kyle flicked his tongue over his nipple. It looked like Eric was struggling to keep his head tilted up to see the taller man’s actions. “I’m I-I,” he stuttered, but the ginger didn’t care about whatever lame excuse he believed he was going to say next, quick to cut him off with his new terms.
“So you are gonna scream about how beautiful you are, or you're not getting fucked.” He then dipped his head back to his spouse's tits, scooping one in his palm before trying to fit the entire mass in his cheeks.
“A-ah- fuck, K-Ky-mh!” He tried to let his head fall back, only to be pulled back to face him with his husband’s strong fist in his hair. “Y-you can be so-oh!” The redhead scraped his teeth across his nipple, wordlessly threatening to bite if he didn’t get what he wanted soon.
“Fine!” The bigger man acquiesced, “I’m beautiful,” he uttered barely above a whisper, the redhead pulling his lips off his chest to speak.
“Louder, like you mean it.” He demanded.
Eric rolled his eyes, whatever protest he was about to have being hushed by the feeling of his husband’s clothed cock being moved to rest against his entrance. “You’ll do it if you really want this dick.”
“I’m beautiful!” He screamed as loudly and genuinely as he possibly could. “I’m fucking gorgeous, sexy, pretty, I’m one of the hottest people on the planet!” His entire body was trembling, panting for air as he continued to yell. “Now please, p-please fucking fuck me! I can’t take it anymore!” He choked on a sob, putting his face in his hands so he could blubber into them.
The redhead licked his lips at the sight. He was close to breaking his husband, and he loved it; he adored how absolutely desperate he was in this moment. “Was that so hard?” He asked cockily, getting off the bed to completely remove his bottoms.
“N-no don’t g-go,” Eric pleaded, pulling one of his hands away from his eyes to reach out for him.
“I’m not,” Kyle assured firmly, bending down to grab the lube that was in his suitcase once he was completely naked. “Just getting all the stuff I need to make love to you.” He crawled back on the bed, letting his legs dangle off the edge of the mattress so he could place his lips to the bigger man’s stomach. “I’d never leave you like this princess.” The taller man enjoyed how that nickname made his spouse squirm, placing a few more kisses on the chubby man’s belly before getting on his knees, clicking open the lube cap, and pouring it onto his palms. He knew Eric hated it when it was cold, making sure the slick substance was warm prior to coating his entrance with it, slathering a decent amount over the hole before slipping one of his slick digits inside.
“I can take more,” The brunette insisted, his hips wiggling impatiently. “Come on Kyle, don’t you want to give me more? Put two more in.”
He really did, the mental image of his husband’s entrance struggling to take three fingers down to his knuckles being rather enticing, but he didn’t want to risk hurting him; the freckled man wasn’t small by any means, he wanted to make sure his prep made his hole wide enough to take his cock and he believed the best way to do that was to take his time stretching his husband out.
“Be patient,” Kyle grumbled to both of them, only slipping a second one in once he was confident he could take it, intently watching the way Eric’s hole quivered around him.
He scissored the fingers back and forth before hooking them up against the spot he knew made his partner feel good; he practically memorized the way to get to it.
“Nuh-huh, please d-don’t do that too much!” The bigger man begged, Kyle’s eyes lighting up with amusement.
“Close again already?” He pressed the prostate once again, the brunette’s breath hitching in his throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you last for me.”
Eric couldn’t form a rebuttal, just gave a lazy bob of his head, still making the sounds that drove the redhead crazy.
Kyle added his third finger, his cock twitching in anticipation. “Just a little longer.” He could feel his own tip leak at the excitement, using his free hand to collect his sperm, forcing it into the bigger man’s mouth without warning. “Lick that off while you wait.”
He wasn’t able to shove his digits into the back of his throat like he had done prior, too focused on fingering him open to extend them any further than the middle of his tongue, but the bigger man lapped it up eagerly all the same. His lips parted as he tasted the come, showing how it sat on the wet muscle before swallowing it.
“It’s still fucking gross,” Kyle shamed with no real heat behind his tone, something that his spouse would have pointed out if he could coherently form thought-out sentences.
He ended up crying, “I-I love it.” More tears spilled from his eyes as the mass filling his hole was removed. “Pl-please! Ky-le!” His voice cracked as he pleaded for what felt like the hundredth time, the polite word still sounding foreign on his lips.
“Shh, I’m putting it in Eric,” Kyle calmed, pushing the bottle of lube open once more, pouring it on his hard prick, keeping his eyes fixated on his lover as he pumped the slick fluid over his cock. “Breathe for me baby.”
He hovered over him, snatching one of the pillows from the top of the bed to shove it underneath the brunette’s hip, his husband quick to shift himself up to assist him.
The ginger smacked his cock over his lover’s entrance a few times, then started slipping himself past his rim, inching the long member in bit by bit, stopping once his tip was inside. Eric made the most obscene sounds at the feeling. “F-finally!“
Without warning, the bigger man reached above himself, using the headboard to roughly push his body all the way down to the ginger’s base.
“Sh-shit, Eric!” The taller man instinctively thrusted at the hot, warm heat that wrapped tight around him, having to put a lot of effort into not doing it again.
He was trying to find the words to scold his spouse for his sudden movement; however, when he saw how absolutely ruined the other looked around him, anything that he might have said in disdain remained lost.
Eric had wet tracks streaming down his face; there was spit gleaming from his lips while he trembled beneath him. “Don’t stop,” he cried, his breath coming fast while he needily rocked on his cock. “I- I wanna take all of m-my husband.”
Kyle quickly shifted him back over the spot they were in before his spouse forced himself lower, then without hesitation, he began thrusting inside of him, starting with a steady pace.
“O-oh, mhmn,“ the chubby man placed a hand on the redhead’s abs as they flexed. “Yes,” he moaned in a high-pitched gasp, his husband grabbing his hips as he dared to go harder.
“Take it, baby,” the redhead felt his toes curl at the sensation of being inside the man he loved. “It’s all yours.”
Eric wrapped his thighs around the other’s hips, “I l-love you!” The bigger man sobbed, Kyle leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss, oddly not minding the wet feeling of saliva that was transmitted by the contact.
“I love you too,” the ginger groaned once they parted, the brunette’s mouth still agape, “You feel so good, so warm, so-“
“Spit in my mouth,” His husband abruptly commanded, contradicting the soft words that were just exchanged, “Own me.” The chubby man stuck his tongue out, giving him a lot of space to comply.
That was not something they had ever done, adding to the long list of things that surprised the redhead during this time of making love.
Kyle considered making the brunette beg for it, but he decided to simply give it to him, deeming that Eric had already said please enough for him to get what he asked for. The freckled man clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, letting saliva pool inside before propelling it past his lips, landing in his partner’s mouth.
Eric gave a guttural moan while swallowing Kyle’s spit, his nails digging into the pale skin on the ginger’s back at the feeling. “Yes!” He bellowed, chanting “Yours, yours, yours,” like it was a prayer.
The redhead lost all of his restraint at his reward for agreeing to partake in the chubby man’s kink. “All mine,” he agreed, the slap of their bodies being brought against one another growing louder the harder Kyle slammed himself inside of his husband. “Look at how your body moves on my dick!” He used his hands to shake the fat on Eric’s stomach, then his chest, adding to the jumping his parts were already doing from the force of his movements. “That’s what I like.” His spouse’s face looked stunned at the declaration. “Those fat tits bouncing like that for me.” He grabbed a handful of the weight that pooled over his hips, “And your thighs, your sides, even your fucking stomach jiggling is so hot.“
Eric’s eyes began rolling into the back of his head, drool dribbling down from the corner of his mouth, unable to form a response to the compliments his husband bestowed upon him. “Right…there… don’t… stop,” he puffed, the redhead hoisting both of the bigger man’s legs over his shoulder so he could hit that spot with everything he had left to give, his own orgasm building in the base of his balls.
“I’m gonna, Kyle I’m gonna-“ the brunette’s voice kept breaking, barely able to get any words out coherently.
“Say you’re beautiful.” The freckled man didn’t plan on stalling if he refused, taking a gamble on the outcome of him obeying. “Say it, and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m beautiful! He sobbed desperately, “I’m so beautiful, please let me come Kyle, I need it so bad I-“
With a few more hard thrusts, Eric’s teary plea became nothing more than a wrecked cry, the bigger man’s chubby prick sputtering a large load on his stomach. “Kyle!” He screamed, the redhead being pushed over the edge himself as his husband squeezed his walls so tight around him it almost hurt.
“Yeah!” The taller man grunted, effortlessly filling up the tight space. “Take my come!”
He rode out his orgasm, the small over-stimulated gasps of his lover adding to his pleasure, finally collapsing with one last groan.
The ginger’s skin was covered in sweat, sticking to the man underneath as they both sucked in heavy breaths. For a moment, Kyle was completely lost in his afterglow, able to process nothing else but the wondrous feeling of bliss that had just been provided.
It wasn’t until he felt his husband shift uncomfortably that he was pulled back to reality, slowly separating their bodies, then falling on the mattress next to him.
Before he could request the other’s touch, he got it, the brunette laying his head on his damp chest, his warm breath ghosting over his skin.
“That, was, amazing,” Eric panted, using his arms to brush away any remaining tears that rested on his cheeks, the steady flow of them finally subsiding while they laid in one another’s embrace.
Kyle wanted to say the same; he did agree with the sentiment, but the guilt rising in his chest prevented him from doing so.
He was about to start beraiding himself, for finding his lover’s sobbing arousing, the sight of his neck, how hard he went, among other things when he felt his husband’s lips on his, pudgy fingers burying themselves in his fluffy red curls.
“I started crying because I can’t believe you’re actually mine,” Eric explained once their lips parted. “That after so long of us being us, we are now married us.” His tone was still a little unfocused, laced with tiredness as he did his best to articulate what was going on in his diamond mind. “I don’t want you to shame yourself for that.” The chubby man pulled his head up, his hair sticking in different directions, eyes only half open. “When I woke up and realized you were really my husband, I just had to have you.” He gave him another quick kiss. “And I’d do everything again, you gave it to me so good Kahl.”
The ginger felt his face flush, leaning into the other’s reassuring touch. “If you say so,” he relented, running his fingers up and down the brunette’s arm.
“I pinky swear, you just set the bar for married sex so high.” Eric giggled, “If I knew it was gonna be like that, I would have gone down to the courthouse with you and done it years ago.”
Kyle snorted in amusement. “Yeah, then we’d both have to deal with the wrath of my mother.”
His husband made a face of disdain at the thought. “Good point,” the chubby man yawned, his eyes starting to shut as he rested his head back down. “I’d like to actually live out my married life with you.”
The redhead found his sleepy motions cute for a few seconds before he began jostling the other again. “Hey! Nice try, fatass, you still need to take your meds!” He reminded. “And now we’ve got to clean, I don’t even know how you can sit in that stuff for so long!”
“That’s why you’re not a bottom Jew.” Eric gave him a playful smile, craning his neck back up, “It’s kinda hot to me, maybe we should wait a little bit, then you could fuck my hole again, I am already wet, you’d slide right in.”
Kyle grimaced, “Shut up, that’s so fucking gross,” he nearly gagged, becoming fully appalled by the idea now that his mind was absent of lust. “Come on, up! I’m sure I gotta change the sheets.”
His spouse sighed before complying, steadying himself with a grip on the nightstand as he gradually applied weight on his feet.
They both decided to order in after all, something Kyle was thankful for. He wanted to spend as much of the day curled up with his new husband before they had to be seen by the world.
The redhead set up the table in the hotel room for them to eat at, spending the meal exchanging loving gazes with one another. It truly was a wonderful way to start their marriage.