"Fuck, you should see how you look right now," Carson huffed out. He stared at Kyle like Kyle was the most delectable thing in the world.

Not knowing how to respond, Kyle licked his lips, moving so that he could reach Carson's tux. He pulled the man to him, and Carson quickly covered him with his body. Carson was so much bigger than him, Carson's shoulders wide and full above him.

Knowing Carson could easily manhandle him, that Carson could wrap his whole body around Kyle, keeping him safe, it was a huge turn-on. Kyle loved that Carson was bigger than he was. He loved the way Carson filled out his clothes, and this tux was certainly not an exception.

"I wanted to peel your tux off you earlier when I first saw you," Carson admitted. He nosed along Kyle's jaw, licking a small stripe there, making Kyle moan involuntarily.

"Don't know if the guests would have appreciated that," Kyle teased. He keened, letting Carson have more access to his neck.

Carson eagerly took that as a sign. "They're crazy, then, because you're a piece of art." He sucked on the spot just under Kyle's ear, laving his tongue all over Kyle's skin. "Fuck, you taste so good. You smell amazing. Like--like you're fucking mine."

Moaning, Kyle hung on to Carson for grip, his hands gripping Carson's waist tightly. If Carson wasn't wearing clothes, Kyle would for sure be leaving marks. Fuck, Kyle wanted that. He wanted his mark on Carson, wanted to have a visible part of him on Carson at all times. "I am yours," Kyle said. "I've always been yours."

Carson's eyes blazed with want. "I'm not letting you go. You know that, right? No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to hold you like this." He licked his way down Kyle's throat, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Kyle's dress shirt. "No one else, Kyle. Just me."

A whine escaped Kyle's throat. He nodded, eager to please Carson. "Yes. No one else. Just you." He watched as Carson removed his shirt, throwing it easily to the side of the bed. "Touch me, please."

"I've got you, baby," Carson said. He closed his mouth around Kyle's nipple and sucked. He alternated between sucking and licking the nub, and Kyle felt like he was going out of his mind.

"Fuck, yes, please." Kyle knew he was begging incoherently, but he didn't care. His nipples had always been sensitive, but under Carson's attention, the sensations he felt shot straight through to his dick.

Carson pebbled the other nipple between his fingers, tugging at it gently as he continued to suck on the other one. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. Kyle was in heaven.

It was a conflicting feeling. He never wanted Carson to stop touching him, but at the same time, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He needed more of Carson--more of everything--and he wanted Carson to touch him everywhere.

Carson seemed to get the message, because he kissed down Kyle's chest, down to Kyle's abs, tracing the ridges of muscle there with his tongue. His fingers played with the edges of Kyle's pants, dipping a couple of fingers under the waistband.

Arching his back, Kyle encouraged Carson's exploration. Kyle was already hard, his cock straining behind his zipper. He wanted Carson's hands on him, Carson's mouth.

"Please, baby. I need you," Kyle whined softly. "Don't tease."

He could feel Carson smile against his skin. "Shh, I'll make it good, I promise. Just let go, baby. Let me take care of you."

Kyle wanted to push Carson on, but he breathed deeply instead. Carson always made him feel good, and he knew tonight wouldn't be any different. He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into Carson's touch.

"That's it, baby. Love seeing you trust me," Carson praised.

Kyle sank into his words, letting Carson's voice envelop him warmly. He was rewarded when Carson unzipped his pants, pulling the fabric down along with his boxer briefs over the curve of his ass. Kyle's cock sprang free, jutting against his stomach, the head already leaking precome.

He groaned as he felt Carson's breath over his cock, warm and hot and exactly what Kyle needed.

"Such a pretty cock, baby. Look at how hard you are for me," Carson said, taking a long lick from the base all the way to the tip. "You look perfect. Tastes perfect, too."

Carson sucked on the crown, letting Kyle's precome hit his tongue. It felt incredible. Kyle twisted his fingers all over the sheets, trying to quell the urge to buck his hips up and force more of his cock inside Carson's mouth. He didn't want to choke Carson, but fuck, he needed more.

Taking pity on him, Carson took more of Kyle's cock in, his hand rubbing small circles at Kyle's stomach.

It wasn't the first blow job Kyle had ever received--hell, it wasn't even the first blow job he'd received from Carson. He didn't think he could ever get tired of this feeling, though. He could never get tired of seeing his cock disappear into Carson's mouth, inch by inch, Carson’s enthusiasm bubbling to the surface. Kyle’s body shuddered as Carson's mouth around him tightened.

Carson's mouth was incredible. Sweet and hot and oh, so fucking wet. It was a deadly combination. Kyle knew he was going to be a goner soon.

He felt Carson's fingers rub at his entrance, his slick already pooling. He almost felt embarrassed at how wet, how turned on he was. He knew he was dripping for Carson.

"Goddamn, Kyle. You're so fucking hot, baby." Carson pushed his index finger in slowly, teasing the rim of Kyle's hole. "I can't believe you're this wet. For me." He said the words like he was in awe, and Kyle felt his embarrassment ebb away. Carson liked him this way. The thought made him feel even more turned on.

"More, Carson, please," Kyle croaked. He settled his hand on his stomach, on top of Carson's. Carson squeezed their hands together briefly, before pulling Kyle's legs even further apart.

"Mine," Carson said, groaning. "All fucking mine." The way he looked at Kyle, like Kyle was a treasure worth savoring, it made Kyle feel so fucking special.

If this was what it felt like to belong to Carson, Kyle wanted to belong to Carson forever.

Carson bent down, his hands holding Kyle's legs steady. Without warning, he pushed his tongue inside Kyle's hole, his tongue joining his finger as he lapped up at Kyle's slick.

"Fuck," Kyle cried out, his mouth falling open in shock.

Carson was relentless, licking into Kyle with intensity and focus. He fucked Kyle with his tongue, stretching out Kyle's hole around him. Then he pushed his finger in deeper, down to the knuckle, his tongue still firm against Kyle's opening.

Kyle let out a scream, his throat hoarse, when Carson pulled his finger out, only to fuck two fingers into him. It felt too good, too fucking much, and Kyle lost all ability to think.

"You taste so good. Fuck, how did I live without his--without you?" Carson said, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. His tongue delved deeper, taking in more of Kyle's taste, his scent. "Want to knot you so bad, baby. I need to fuck you, baby. I need to feel my knot in you.”

"Yes, fuck, please, Carson," Kyle panted. He loved Carson's knot. There was nothing better than the feeling of Carson's oh-so-thick knot pressing against his prostate. He wanted to keep Carson in him always. “Do it. Do it now, Carson.”

Carson shook his head. "Soon, baby. Not yet." He pushed two fingers in again, twisting them just so, making Kyle's head spin. "I need to get you ready first."

"I'm ready. I'm so ready, please, Carson. Fuck me," Kyle protested. He wanted to feel the burn when Carson's dick entered him. He wanted to feel Carson there when he walked tomorrow. He loved the stretch, the burn of it all, and Kyle didn't want to wait anymore.

"I've got you, baby," Carson said again, reminding Kyle who was in charge. "Let me take care of you."

Kyle made a quiet, whining noise, bowing his hips up in frustration. He didn't say anything more, though, letting Carson run the show. Carson fucked his fingers into Kyle, curling them slightly so they brushed against Kyle's prostate.

"Ahh," Kyle yelled, seeing stars as Carson's fingers made contact with his spot. Carson didn't stop or slow down. He pressed his fingers into Kyle even deeper, hitting Kyle's prostate at every turn. "Please, baby, ahh. I don't wanna come without you, I--"

Carson pulled out his fingers briefly, only to be replaced by three. The stretch was so fucking delicious, Kyle quickly accommodating Carson's long, thick fingers in him. Kyle felt so full, but he knew he needed more. He wanted the real thing.

He needed Carson's cock inside him.

"Carson," he whispered breathily. "I need you."

He saw Carson swallow, and it was only then that Kyle realized Carson was still fully clothed. In his haze, he didn't even realize the clothing disparity between them. "Wanna see you, Carson. Take off your clothes and fuck me, please."

Carson fucked his fingers into Kyle one last time before pulling them out. Kyle moaned at the loss, suddenly feeling empty, but he knew something better was going to replace Carson's fingers soon. He just needed to be patient.

Patience was hard to come by, though, when Carson was so fucking hot in front of him. Carson made quick work of his clothes, kicking them carelessly on the floor. Once he was naked, he moved Kyle up the bed, until Kyle's head was nestled over a pillow.

Kyle sighed happily at the feeling of Carson's naked body pressed against his. Carson's body was firm and hard, but still soft to the touch, and Kyle couldn't help but run his hands all over the expanse of Carson's back.

"You ready, baby?" Carson asked, kissing Kyle's lips.

Kyle answered by opening his legs, wrapping them around Carson's hips. He nodded, not trusting his words.

Carson lined up the head of his cock against Kyle's opening and without words, he pressed the head in, making them both moan in pleasure at the sensation. Carson paused, letting Kyle get used to his girth. He caressed Kyle's thigh, his hand hot against Kyle's skin.

"You feel so good, Kyle," he murmured, his voice quiet and ragged. "Fuck, you feel amazing around me."

Kyle wanted to tell him the same. Carson was big, almost too thick, but he felt incredible inside Kyle. "More, please, baby." Kyle dragged out the words, hoping Carson would get the intensity behind them.

No more foreplay, no more games. He just wanted Carson. All of Carson.

Carson didn't hesitate. He pushed all the way in until he bottomed out, his balls tight against Kyle's hole. "Oh, fuck," he swore emphatically. "Fuck, Kyle. You don't know how good you feel."

"I think I have an idea," Kyle replied, shaking as Carson dragged his cock out, before pushing all the way in, over and over, in slow, measured movements. "So good, Carson, god."

He gripped Carson's back with his fingers, goading Carson on, wanting him to go faster. Deeper. Kyle loved it when Carson fucked him, soft and slow, like he was something to be cherished.

Right now, though? Kyle wanted to be fucked within an inch of his life.

Carson must have read his mind, because Carson sped up his movements, his fingers gripping at Kyle's hips in a bruising hold. His rhythm was punishing, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside Kyle with every thrust.

Kyle felt like he was falling apart, like he was breaking into a thousand pieces. He wasn't afraid, though. For once, he didn't feel insecure. He didn't feel doubt or fear--instead, he felt free. He felt Carson's love deep within him, and he knew it was okay to fall apart.

It was okay to break, because Carson was going to put him back together whole again.

"Baby, I can't hold on, fuck," Carson said, his hips faltering.

Kyle felt Carson's knot grow bigger as it nudged against his hole. "Yes, that's it. Wanna feel your knot in me." He met Carson's thrusts, slowly taking in Carson's knot.

God, it hurt. But it hurt in the best possible way. Kyle felt so full, so loved. His orgasm took him by surprise, careening through his body without warning. He pumped his cock as ropes of come splashed against his stomach, his chest. "Carson," he moaned, electricity streaming through his whole body.

"Oh, fuck, Kyle. I can feel you squeeze so tightly all around me." Carson fucked him in short, shallow movements, his knot fully seated inside Kyle, the pressure against Kyle's prostate prolonging his orgasm.

"Come in me," Kyle said. "Wanna feel you come inside me."

Carson let out a loud, choked noise. "Fuck, baby." With one last push, he came, shooting his come inside Kyle. Stroke after stroke, his knot keeping everything inside of Kyle.

Kyle shut his eyes involuntarily, letting himself stay in the moment and feel it all. Carson's come felt hot inside him, his toes curling in pleasure. Carson collapsed on top of him, warm, sweaty, and heavy. Kyle didn't even mind. He loved Carson like this, wrung out and shaky from his orgasm.

"I shouldn't lay on you like this. The baby--" Carson started, still breathless from their coupling.

Snorting, Kyle pinched at Carson's side. "You're not going to suffocate the baby. This...this is good."

Carson moved slightly so that his weight was mostly on his arms and not on Kyle. "I still can't believe it. We're going to be fathers, Kyle. I--have I ever mentioned how incredible you are?"

"Me? You're the one that's incredible, believe me," Kyle replied. He threaded his fingers through Carson's sweat-soaked hair. "You're going to be such a good dad, Carson. I can't wait."

Carson kissed him deeply, passionately, and Kyle found himself swept away in the moment. "I'm going to take such good care of you both. You can count on that." His voice brokered no argument, and Kyle nodded against his cheek.

"I love you," Kyle whispered. He still couldn't believe he was allowed to say that out loud, but now that he could, he was going to say it all the time. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Carson replied. "Forever, Kyle."

"Forever? That's a long time," Kyle teased. He felt a ray of happiness crash through his chest, though. He smiled widely, pressing their foreheads close together.

Carson nodded. "Forever. Marry me, Kyle. Be my husband. My forever."

Blinking, Kyle tried to process Carson's words. Did he just--did Carson really just...

"I can see the wheels rolling in your head, baby," Carson said, grinning. "Marry me, Kyle. I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to see my ring around your finger. Say you'll be mine?"

Kyle threw his arms around Carson. They were still joined by Carson's knot, so their movements were restricted, but Kyle wanted to feel Carson everywhere around him. "Yes. A thousand times, yes. I'll marry you."

Carson's smile was radiant. "Mine," he said softly, his eyes twinkling.

"Yours," Kyle answered simply. "Forever."