Jack watched Callum lead Samantha into the backyard, grabbing a beer for himself out of the kitchen before stepping outside.

Verity looked up and smiled, relaxing against the willow tree in the corner of the yard. They flicked their eyes up to the low hanging leaves and branches before schooling their features and turning to whisper something to Aaron. He nodded calmly and patted Verity on the shoulder, returning his attention to Justin.

Verity turned their attention back to Jack, who widened his eyes at the back of Samantha’s head. Verity pushed away from the tree and approached Samantha, extending their arm in greeting.

"You have to tell me what you use on your hair,” they said lightly, plucking at the strands attentively. Samantha dropped Callum’s hand and followed Verity into the yard, chattering away about coconut and agave or something ridiculous. Callum made a move to follow her, but Jack reached forward and caught his hand.

“Come with me,” he whispered, rough and low.

Callum stalled and pivoted on his heel, pupils blown to bits already. Jack backed into the house, coaxing Callum down the hallway with a crooked finger. Once in the bedroom, Jack pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. He toed off his shoes and discarded his pants, taking his cock in hand. He’d been achingly hard since Callum had sent that video earlier, the wheels in his head kicking into overdrive as he tried to formulate the ways he wanted to desecrate Callum next.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser and pouring it through his fingers to coat his dick.

Callum stripped and stood bare before Jack, his skin flushed and warm;, his cock, eager and proud.

“It’s so hard for me to decide how to take you,” Jack told him, stepping closer. He angled his cock toward Callum and jerked it roughly, twisting and pushing downward with the heel of his hand.

“Every way,” Callum whispered.

He smiled. “I have your whole life for that, but I’m greedy, kitten.”

Callum’s breath was coming in short and quick pants now, his hands fisted at his sides.

“Get the dildo you love so much,” he said, using his chin to gesture toward the nightstand.

Callum pulled the drawer open and removed the silicone toy Jack had sent him from New York. The copy of his cock that Callum had sucked so beautifully on camera for him in the springtime.

“Get on the bed and suck it like it’s my cock.”

Callum clambered onto the bed, kicking the sheets away and situating himself against the headboard. He locked his eyes on Jack and circled his lips around the head of the toy before sliding it deep along his tongue. Callum knocked his head against the wall, pushing the cock into his throat so aggressively it made his eyes water and Jack’s cock drip.

Jack climbed onto the bed, hard cock still in hand.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, and Callum obliged, flipping onto his front, resting his cheek on the pillow and holding the toy in his teeth to keep it in his mouth.

Jack fitted his body behind Callum’s, dragging his slippery dick down the length of Callum’s crack before pressing the head against his pucker. He slipped inside after a rough push and Callum groaned, his mouth falling open.

Jack folded his body over Callum’s, easing his length deeper and bracing himself with a hand on the mattress near Callum’s face. He inched his hand over, gripping the toy and pushing it into Callum’s mouth. His muscles tightened, gripping Jack’s cock impossibly tight.

“Oh, you like that?” he asked, pulling the toy out of Callum’s mouth before sliding it back down in.

Callum moaned and nodded, deepening the arch of his back and taking Jack deeper. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over Callum’s ear.

“You like me inside every hole, kitten?”

Callum closed his eyes and groaned, bucking his hips backward in response. Jack held the toy inside Callum’s mouth, just enough that the stream of tears that fled his eyes was continuous, and then he began to move, fucking his actual cock in and out of Callum’s tight channel with a hard and measured pace.

Jack didn’t think he’d ever tire of being inside of Callum, being with Callum, being Callum’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.”

Jack and Callum walked out of the house and through the yard, past the makeshift aisle framed with sprays of baby’s breath, bunches of lavender, and stems of white daisies. There were so many blooms, the yard looked like it was covered in a patchwork quilt of flowers. Jack hoped it was enough for Callum, and the look in his eyes when they stopped near the base of the willow tree, in front of Verity, indicated it was.

“I was reluctant to marry you two last time,” Verity started off. "I would have rather waited, but a love like yours has no concern for the constraints of time.”

Jack’s body tightened, remembering that terrible morning in the hospital when Verity had walked them through the legalities of a marriage. It had counted then. It meant no more now than it did before, but it somehow also meant everything.

“I know you’re probably caught off guard, Callum, but Jack has prepared some things he’d like to say.”

Jack shifted, tugging Callum to face him and holding both his hands. He stroked his thumbs over his knuckles, and Callum smiled, so pure that he outshined the moon.

“We both know this thing between us wasn’t supposed to happen.” He laughed softly when Callum smiled at him and nodded. “But there was no way it couldn’t not happen, either. And I’ve known that for a very long time.”

Jack swallowed and continued, “I feel like I’ve waited my entire life to find you, and it seemed like forever, but having you now? Kitten, I’d wait a thousand more lifetimes if it meant I’d have one more day with you.”

Jack swiped a tear from Callum’s cheek and offered him a reassuring smile.

“I’ve never been more lonesome than in the moments I’ve spent without you since I’ve known you, and I’ve never been more scared than when I thought I was going to lose you.”

Jack took his lips between his teeth and bit them down, trying to not go back to that horrible place in his mind where Callum was in the hospital, battered and bruised, but somehow never broken.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” Callum said with a huff. Their friends laughed and Jack was back, his mind centered firmly in the present, in this moment.

“I don’t ever want to get rid of you, kitten,” he assured. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to be the husband you deserve.”

Jack looked at their feet, two sets of sneakers surrounded by a handmade garden of colorful blooms. He tilted his neck back and looked up, catching sight of the moon through the top of the tree. Callum squeezed his hands and he looked him in the eye.

“If you think I didn’t have vows written in my head before you even moved to Los Angeles, you’re insane,” Callum teased.

Verity gestured with their hand for him to proceed.

“I was hooked from the very first time you told me to call you Daddy,” Callum told him earnestly. “I didn’t know why. I didn’t even know you, but somehow I guess my heart knew you.”

Callum angled his lip into a smirk. “This part is a recent addition, but whatever." He laughed shortly, then looked at Jack with such conviction he felt it in his bones. “There’s not a star in the sky I want to see without you.”

Jack launched himself forward, cupping Callum’s face in his hands and sealing their lips together. Cementing that promise, here and now in front of all their friends. Aaron made a whooping sound and Gregory whistled, but Verity chided them all into silence.

“We aren’t ready for that part, kids.”

Reluctantly, Jack pulled away, keeping Callum close, his face still cupped in Jack’s palms.

Verity cleared their throat and Jack lowered his hands.

“We all know this marriage is already legal and already repeatedly consecrated, but here and now, in front of all the people who matter most to you and have vested the power with me, I again pronounce you married. Now, you can kiss.”

“Daddy,” Callum breathed the word out like a prayer and Jack swallowed it, licking his way into Callum’s mouth with no regard for modesty or the people around them.

Because after all, no one mattered more than Callum. His husband. His perfect kitten. The man who was worth all the risks, all the waiting, all the fighting, and every last chance.

“I love you,” Jack exhaled the vow into Callum’s mouth.

Callum smiled and licked his lips with a mischievous grin that played across his lips. “Of course you do, Daddy. I mean, how could you not?”

Jack stepped back and swatted his hand around Callum’s backside, evoking a quick wince, a reminder of the cocks he’d just taken no doubt. Jack pulled Callum into a hug and breathed a hot reminder into his ear.

“I told you I’d fill you full of cum and marry you.”

“I never doubted you,” Callum answered, his voice nearly drowned out under the hollering and clapping from their small group of friends.

“Where is the honeymoon?” Samantha asked with a laugh, her voice breaking through the mixed hum of congratulations.

“New York,” he and Callum answered in unison. Callum blushed and laughed.

“But not until the winter,” Callum elaborated. “We have snow angels to make.”