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The Wedding Night
⚠️ Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, Dom/sub dynamics, and praise kink. Intended for mature readers only.
The bedroom door had barely closed before Callum was on him.
Leo gasped as his back hit the wall, Callum’s mouth hot and demanding against his. This wasn’t the tender kisses from the ceremony—this was hunger, pure and undiluted, months of anticipation finally breaking free.
"Do you have any idea," Callum growled against his throat, "how hard it was to keep my hands off you all night?"
"You didn’t keep your hands off me." Leo’s head fell back, giving Callum better access. "I distinctly remember dancing. Lots of touching during dancing."
"That wasn’t touching." Callum’s teeth scraped over Leo’s pulse point, making him shudder. "That was restraint. This is touching."
His hands slid under Leo’s jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. The midnight-blue fabric pooled on the floor—probably wrinkling, definitely going to need dry cleaning—but Leo couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Callum was looking at him like that.
"You looked incredible today," Callum said, fingers working Leo’s tie loose. "Standing there in front of our mural, waiting for me. I almost forgot my vows."
"Your vows were perfect."
"They were adequate." The tie joined the jacket on the floor. "What I really wanted to say wasn’t appropriate for polite company."
Leo’s breath caught. "What did you want to say?"
Callum leaned in, lips brushing Leo’s ear. "That I was going to take you apart piece by piece tonight. That I was going to worship every inch of your body until you forgot your own name. That you’re mine now—legally, officially, permanently—and I intend to spend the rest of my life reminding you what that means."
Leo made a sound that was embarrassingly close to a whimper.
"Yeah," he managed. "That probably wouldn’t have gone over well with your board members."
Callum laughed—low and dark and full of promise—and started unbuttoning Leo’s shirt.
They made it to the bed in stages.
First the wall, where Callum stripped Leo of his shirt and spent what felt like an eternity mapping his chest with lips and tongue. Then the doorframe, where Leo returned the favor, fumbling with Callum’s buttons until frustration won and he simply yanked, sending them scattering across the hardwood.
"That was expensive," Callum observed, but he was smiling.
"Bill me." Leo pushed the ruined shirt off Callum’s shoulders, revealing the chest he’d memorized over the past year but still couldn’t get enough of. "I’m good for it now. Successful artist, remember?"
"I remember." Callum pulled Leo flush against him, skin to skin, and the contact made them both groan. "I remember everything about you."
They stumbled toward the bed, shedding the rest of their clothes along the way. Pants kicked off, socks abandoned, until they fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and want.
Callum rolled them so Leo was beneath him, pinning him to the sheets with his weight. Leo arched up into the contact, already hard, already desperate.
"Patience," Callum murmured.
"We’ve been patient all night."
"We’ve been patient for a year." Callum kissed his way down Leo’s throat. "A few more minutes won’t kill you."
"It might," Leo gasped as Callum’s mouth found his nipple. "It genuinely might."
Callum just smiled against his skin and kept going.
True to his word, Callum took his time.
He kissed every inch of Leo’s body—collarbone, ribs, the sensitive dip of his hipbones. He traced patterns on Leo’s skin with his tongue, mapping territories he’d explored a hundred times like they were brand new. By the time he finally wrapped his hand around Leo’s cock, Leo was trembling, begging, beyond coherent thought.
"Please," Leo gasped. "Callum, please—"
"Please what?" Callum stroked him slowly, maddeningly. "Tell me what you want, husband."
The word—husband—sent a shiver down Leo’s spine. They’d been engaged for nine months, had called each other fiancé countless times. But this was different. This was permanent.
"You," Leo managed. "I want you. Inside me. Now."
Callum’s control slipped—Leo could see it in the way his eyes went dark, the way his grip tightened. "How?"
"However you want." Leo reached up to cup Callum’s face, pulling him down for a kiss. "I’m yours. Take me however you want."
Callum groaned against his mouth. "You can’t say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because—" Callum’s voice was strained. "Because I’m trying to be gentle. It’s our wedding night. I should be—"
"Callum." Leo held his gaze, steady and sure. "I don’t want gentle. I want you. The real you. The one who pins me against walls and tells me I’m his. The one who makes my brain go quiet." He pulled Callum closer, lips brushing his ear. "I want you to wreck me."
Something in Callum snapped.
The gentle husband vanished, replaced by something darker. Hungrier.
Callum flipped Leo onto his stomach in one smooth motion, pressing him into the mattress with a hand between his shoulder blades. Leo gasped, cock throbbing against the sheets, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.
"Is this what you want?" Callum’s voice was the command voice—the one that made Leo’s chaotic brain fall silent. "You want me to take you?"
"Yes," Leo breathed. "God, yes."
"Then stay still."
Leo heard the nightstand drawer open, the sound of a cap clicking. Then Callum’s fingers, slick and sure, pressing against him. One finger, then two, working him open with devastating patience despite the urgency crackling between them.
"More," Leo groaned into the pillow. "I’m ready, I need—"
"You need what I give you." Callum’s free hand gripped Leo’s hip, holding him in place. "And I’ll decide when you’re ready."
Leo whimpered, hips trying to push back despite the command to stay still. Callum added a third finger in reward—or punishment, Leo couldn’t tell anymore—and crooked them just right, hitting the spot that made stars explode behind Leo’s eyes.
"There," Callum murmured, doing it again. "There’s what I was looking for."
"Callum—" Leo’s voice was wrecked. "Please. Please, I need you. I can’t—"
The fingers withdrew. Leo heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, felt the blunt pressure of Callum positioning himself.
"Look at me."
Leo turned his head, meeting Callum’s eyes over his shoulder.
"I love you," Callum said. "My husband. My heart. My beautiful chaos."
And then he pushed inside, and Leo forgot how to think.
Callum set a punishing rhythm from the start.
Deep, hard thrusts that drove Leo into the mattress, that left no room for doubt about who he belonged to. Leo clutched at the sheets, moaning with every snap of Callum’s hips, drowning in sensation.
"So good," Callum groaned, hands gripping Leo’s hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel so fucking good. Always. Every time."
"Don’t stop." Leo pushed back to meet him, desperate for more. "Don’t ever stop."
"Never." Callum draped himself over Leo’s back, changing the angle, driving even deeper. His lips found Leo’s ear. "I’m never going to stop wanting you. Never going to stop needing you. You’re mine, Leo. Forever."
"Yours," Leo gasped. "Forever. Always yours."
Callum’s hand snaked around to wrap around Leo’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming—too much, not enough, everything Leo had ever wanted.
"Come for me," Callum commanded, that voice brooking no argument. "Come for me, husband."
Leo shattered.
The orgasm tore through him like wildfire, whiting out his vision, ripping a scream from his throat. He felt Callum follow moments later—felt him bury himself deep and pulse, felt the broken groan against his shoulder, felt the moment Callum’s legendary control finally, completely broke.
They collapsed together, sweaty and trembling, hearts pounding in tandem.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them could.
"I think you killed me," Leo mumbled into the pillow.
Callum laughed, rolling off him and pulling Leo into his arms. "Death by orgasm. Not a bad way to go on your wedding night."
"The obituary would be interesting." Leo nestled against Callum’s chest, boneless and satisfied. "Local artist killed by husband’s legendary prowess."
"Legendary?"
"Don’t let it go to your head."
"Too late." Callum pressed a kiss to Leo’s hair. "How are you feeling? I wasn’t too rough?"
"You were perfect." Leo tilted his head up for a proper kiss. "You’re always perfect."
They lay there for a while, trading lazy kisses, hands wandering without urgency. The city lights sparkled beyond the windows. The bed was warm and soft and theirs.
"I have a request," Leo said eventually.
"Anything."
"For round two." Leo propped himself up on an elbow, meeting Callum’s eyes. "I want to try something different."
Callum’s eyebrows rose. "Different how?"
Leo bit his lip. They’d talked about this—once, late at night, when they were both half-asleep and the darkness made confessions easier. But they’d never actually done it.
"I want to be in charge," Leo said. "Just for tonight. I want you to let go. Let me take care of you for once."
Something flickered in Callum’s expression—surprise, maybe, or vulnerability. He’d spent his whole life in control. Letting go wasn’t easy for him, even now, even with Leo.
But then he smiled, soft and trusting, and said: "Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Callum reached up to trace Leo’s cheekbone. "I trust you. With everything. Including this."
Leo’s heart swelled. "I love you."
"I love you too." Callum pulled him down for a kiss. "Now show me what you’ve got, husband."
Leo had never seen Callum like this.
Spread out beneath him, eyes dark with want, letting Leo set the pace for once. It was intoxicating—this man who commanded boardrooms and ran empires, giving up control because Leo asked him to.
"You’re so beautiful," Leo murmured, trailing kisses down Callum’s chest. "Do you know that? Do you know how crazy you make me?"
Callum’s breath hitched as Leo’s mouth found his nipple. "I might have some idea."
"Some idea isn’t good enough." Leo bit down gently, savoring Callum’s gasp. "By the end of tonight, you’re going to know exactly how much."
He took his time—the way Callum always did with him. Exploring every inch of skin, finding the spots that made Callum groan and the ones that made him squirm. The hollow of his throat. The inside of his wrist. The sensitive crease where hip met thigh.
"Leo." Callum’s voice was strained. "Please."
"Please what?" Leo smiled, echoing Callum’s earlier words. "Tell me what you want."
"You. Your mouth. Anything. Everything." Callum’s hands fisted in the sheets. "Just—please—"
Leo had never heard Callum beg before. The sound went straight to his cock, which was already hard again despite the earlier exertion.
"Since you asked so nicely."
He lowered his mouth and took Callum deep.
Callum was falling apart.
Leo worked him with mouth and hands, alternating between slow teasing and intense suction. Every groan, every gasp, every broken plea spurred him on. He’d wanted this for so long—to see Callum completely undone, to be the one who took him there.
"I want to be inside you," Leo said, pulling off. "Can I?"
Callum’s eyes flew open. They’d done this before—not often, but enough that Leo knew what he liked, knew how to make it good. But on their wedding night, it felt different. More significant.
"Yes," Callum breathed. "God, yes."
Leo prepared him carefully, reverently, watching every flicker of expression on Callum’s face. When he finally sank inside, they both moaned—Leo at the tight heat, Callum at the stretch and fullness.
"Okay?" Leo asked, holding himself still through sheer force of will.
"More than okay." Callum wrapped his legs around Leo’s waist, pulling him deeper. "Move. Please, Leo, move—"
Leo moved.
It was slower than before—deeper, more intimate. Face to face, eyes locked, breathing each other’s air. Leo rolled his hips in long, deliberate strokes, angling for the spot that made Callum cry out.
"I love you," Leo said, the words coming out with every thrust. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
"I love you too." Callum’s voice was wrecked, his walls completely down. "So much. Forever. Always."
Leo reached between them, wrapping his hand around Callum’s cock. "Come with me. I want us to come together."
"Yes—Leo—I’m—"
They crested together, crying out each other’s names, pleasure crashing over them in waves. Leo buried himself deep and let go, feeling Callum pulse around him, under him, with him.
When it was over, they lay tangled together, too spent to move, too happy to care.
"That was…" Callum trailed off, apparently unable to find words.
"Yeah." Leo grinned against his chest. "It really was."
They were quiet for a while, bodies cooling, hearts slowing. Outside, the first hints of dawn were starting to lighten the sky.
"We should sleep," Callum murmured. "We have a flight to catch in—" He checked the bedside clock and groaned. "Five hours."
"Where are we going again?" Leo asked sleepily. Callum had planned the honeymoon as a surprise.
"Italy. Two weeks. A villa in Tuscany with a view of the vineyards and absolutely no cell reception."
"That sounds perfect."
"It will be." Callum pulled Leo closer, arranging them in their usual position—Leo’s head on his chest, legs tangled together, arms wrapped tight. "Two weeks of just us. No work, no commissions, no interruptions. Just wine and sunlight and very long naps."
"And sex?"
"Lots of sex." Callum’s smile was audible. "I have plans."
"I like your plans."
"I know you do."
Leo closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Callum’s body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull him toward sleep. His wedding ring caught the faint light from the window—a band of hammered gold with a thin line of sapphire running through it, chosen because Callum said it reminded him of paint cutting through order.
He’d come so far. From homeless artist to successful painter. From convinced-he-was-unlovable to married to the love of his life. From chaos without structure to chaos with the perfect partner to balance it.
"Thank you," he murmured, already half-asleep.
"For what?"
"For choosing me. For staying. For making my brain go quiet." Leo pressed a kiss to Callum’s chest. "For everything."
Callum’s arms tightened around him. "Always," he said. "Forever and always."
Leo smiled and let himself drift off, safe in his husband’s arms, ready for whatever came next.
Because whatever it was, they’d face it together.
Structure and chaos.
Order and creativity.
Forever.
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