"Fuck, we're gonna be late!" Adam cried through laughter as they raced through the airport with their carryons.

Jacob barely dodged a corner before he ran smack into it because gosh his husband's hair was bouncing as he ran and he'd never noticed how picturesque he was in motion. "Which terminal are we?"

Adam pointed left. "D." He threw him a smirk. "Which is what I'm getting as soon as the plane lands."

Jacob had to laugh. They'd just had incredible sex and they were headed to their honeymoon late and sore because of it. The omissions of having a private jet was something Jacob was serious about so they decided to fly the old fashioned way for their after wedding week long celebration. But then Jacob had gotten his hands on him in that tux and he found his lips trailing to Adam's and all of a sudden they were screaming their climaxes until Adam's phone buzzed. They were supposed to be on the road but had fucked passionately past the first seven alarms.

*

In retrospect, Jacob was so glad their wedding ended at ten at night and their flight was at 8 the next morning. That way they could get a little sleep as husbands in their bed first.

The house felt entirely new when the door creaked open, the distant shout of Cassandra yelling, "And actually get some sleep! We'll be here at 5 sharp!" as she drove away was lost to it and barely heard.

Adam turned and hooked his arms under Jacob's legs and around his torso to lift with ease that still surprised him. "We did it!"

Jacob crashed his lips to his as Adam carried him over the threshold and smiled into the kiss like an idiot. "My turn!"

He grabbed Adam's arm and tugged him back outside, honestly hoping the neighbors would see them being so in love. Adam leapt into his arms and wrapped his legs around him to let him do the same.

He pulled away and giggled. "I love you so much."

Jacob's stomach flip flopped and he pinkened. "I-I love you too. So much. I've loved you since I first saw you."

He couldn't thank Adam enough for flying Rebecca and her husband, River, to the wedding. He'd distracted him from not having parents at his wedding and then brought the very woman Jacob had wished was his mother to see him anyways. He was admittedly afraid of her husband, who really did seem like a nice fellow, but Jacob just didn't know him yet. Regardless of his bodily panic, he sensed nothing but kind intentions from him.

He'd sobbed and thanked Adam over and over again until Adam told him he was sick of hearing it when it felt like basic human decency to him.

Basic human decency meaning he got online where Jacob couldn't see the search history (not that he'd really check), searched through the 200 Million or so Rebecca Armstrongs, narrowed them down to the British ones, messaged and emailed all of them, and eventually came across the correct one, then managed to create a personal relationship with her and her husband, and paid for their full trip including car rental.

All of that in the span of two months between their proposal and their wedding date, while also doing the nitty gritty of wedding ideas by pulling fantasies out of Jacob's head and then making it a reality. They'd had their fairytale wedding in a gorgeous outside venue with a smoke session for VIP guests. It was rustic but incredibly sophisticated and expensive. They'd showboated every chance they got when it came to how the wedding would look and feel.

He set Adam on the kitchen counter and trailed his eyes over his suit. It was still making his throat close, everything inside of him lit up staring at his husband with those haunting eyes. "You look gorgeous..."

Adam licked his lips and scooted closer. "So do you. Your eyes are... so colorful right now. It's giving me butterflies."

Jacob only then realized he was breathing shallowly, a new kind of desire making his fingers trail over his face to make his eyes flutter a little and bat up at him. "I quite like when you look up at me like that," He told him softly. "This tux is driving me crazy."

He swallowed. "Then... take it off."

Jacob brought him to bed romantically and kissed at his neck. "My husband, I'm on fire for you."

He started to pull at his clothes excitedly but Adam giggled and cleared his throat to murmur, "Slow It Down. We have forever."

They didn't, at least not before their trip, but Jacob found pleasure in kissing down his body while he undid each button. He took his time as he tugged down his slacks and cupped a hand over his boxers. "I'm so in love with you," He mumbled against his lips dreamily.

Adam wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. "Make love to me, since you're always trying to be romantic," He teased breathlessly.

Jacob slipped his pants off and slid in reverently, a low keen pushing through his lips. "You're already so wet," He groaned with a kiss to his forehead.

"For you." Adam spread his legs further to encourage him to start. The adoration in his movements pulled praise from him effortlessly. "Yes, Jacob that feels so good."

His pale, slender fingers unbuttoned Jacob's shirt while he slowly pumped his hips to the beat of their wedding song. Adam was a musical prodigy: he could feel the music flowing between them, the very song that lined the red thread between their hearts with thick platinum like their rings was in his lovemaking. He was falling and falling in love again as Jacob's chest was exposed for him to see.

They drawled each other's names in sync and Jacob slowed even more with strong grinding in the perfect spot to make Adam moan with every one.

Jacob lifted a hand. He thought he was going to choke him, but instead his fingers threaded into his hair. "So handsome. I love you."

Adam mewled at him and licked across his lips. "Ugh. S-say it again."

He growled it as a tidal wave of pleasure ran through him in what felt like slow motion. The weed started kicking in harder, his eyes rolled before he could watch Adam make the beginning of a mess.

They shot back open to see Adam's face contort into a blissed out paradise of sexy. His voice cracked as he cried out how happy he was to be married to him. He came so hard he clenched as tightly as possible around Jacob's cock every second or so until he started to pick up the speed staring at the black platinum band around Adam's left ring finger. The clenching turned into quivering and him panting with every thrust until he shot off so hard Adam gasped. He could imagine his dick was purple with how long they'd been making love, the clock said it was 1:40.

They could go again.

Adam flipped them and ran both hands through his hair as he started to bounce. "God I could just drown in you," He whined.

Jacob grabbed his hips and slammed him down hard. "Ugh, I'm already drowning and it's incredible!"

Their voices lifted to shout their pleasure together, it was like every thrust was breaking their minds. Pre-marital sex was one thing; an extra fun boost being gay sinners. But married sex was exceptional! Both of their legs were shaking violently as Adam dragged his nails down his chest. "Jacob, yes!"

"Nasty little toy," Jacob hissed, he'd caught his nipples in the assault but then the stinging started to add to the pleasure.

Adam grunted and leaned down to drag his tongue over one of them, wanting to hear Jacob's moan again. "I know your nipples are sensitive," He teased back hungrily. "Cum for me."

Jacob chased after his orgasm, filled with a need to please Adam again. "Oh fuck, h-here it comes—," His vision blurred and then disappeared entirely. The orgasm was so powerful he had to lift Adam off of his cock and hold him there as the remaining shots hit over Adam's t-dick and the boy pussy he was obsessed with. "God, I'm so glad we anticipated this..."

His husband grunted and let out a quavering breath. Jacob's semen dripped off and out of him in a tiny stream as he tried to get him back inside. "Close."

As soon as Adam got on his back Jacob battered into him as hard as he could. Their soft lovemaking had turned into a passionate newlywed fuck and Jacob chuckled as the cream collecting around his cock became a gushing of liquid. Adam squirted and his jaw dropped at the sheer amount he was getting wet. "Oh my stars, 'at's so fuckin' hot, luv," He purred with his deepest accent. He could tell his Britishness affected Adam when he giggled.

"You're so sexy. I'm so lucky," He laughed with a rosy blush. "Can you go again?"

Jacob snorted. "Can I go aga— what do you take me for?" He bit down on his neck and started fucking him again. "I feel like I've been pumped full of horny, I could go forever on this high."

Adam's eyes slipped shut and he started meeting his hips. "Yes, fuck, I love how my husband fucks me." A stronger pump made him squeak, "On my h-hands and knees?"

Jacob folded and flipped him, the turn of friction making him growl, "Yeah... Yes, that's right..."

Reaching around to grind into him, he placed his fingers on either side of his clit to stroke in time with his thrusts. Adam coughed out a cute little sound and Jacob grinned. "No, no, not like this." He picked him up on his cock and Adam choked his pain as he slipped even deeper than before.

Now he was watching his own mouth fall open to beg, "H-harder!"

Jacob hummed and kissed at his neck. "Where?"

"I-inside of me." He looked into his eyes in the mirror and fell into them, then the mattress so Jacob could find that special spot again stroking him off. Almost immediately he tipped and started slamming into his g-spot when he felt his clit getting harder, and with the astounding friction they were screaming.

It briefly crossed Adam's mind that Cassandra and Dallas were pretty insistent about them smoking the weed they'd brought last. They puffed it all night and she sat on his lap with soft affectionate giggles. Adam hadn't thought twice about it, but now that Jacob was joining his third or fourth catastrophic orgasm in sync he wondered what strain it was.

Adam glanced at the clock; 4:22.

They finally decided to sleep as much as they could and wake up with their mostly packed luggage and finish it together. Adam turned and snuggled up to Jacob with another long kiss. His cologne made him drowsy and so comfortable.

It was a good plan until Jacob couldn't go down because Adam turned to let him spoon him, and he could feel his cum still leaking out with little gushes that made him jealous.

Jacob's hips bucked and he let out a shaky breath against the back of Adam's neck as softly as possible. Every nearly hot drip from him was driving him crazy, he couldn't stop his hips anymore.

Adam moaned and threw his head back. "St-stop that, baby boy."

All the nickname did was make him mumble against his back how good he felt suddenly. His cock was so hard. He needed to cum again.

Before he knew it he was being spanked and fucked on his leash and collar. Adam had gotten a second wind from all of the trying to be quiet moaning he was doing, this time as a manic, bright eyed Daddy that wanted nothing but to make Jacob shriek and cry his pleasure.

He pounded into him and slapped his ass victoriously. "Fuck yeah, this ass is all fucking mine!" He shouted with a laugh. Adam grabbed his neck with both hands to muffle the squeaks. "You like when I choke you, don't you hubby?" He jeered lovingly.

Jacob nodded and clenched around his strap so hard he nearly cramped. "Y-y-yes! Oh my god it feels so good, you make me feel so so good!" He lost his mind when Adam found a brand new rhythm. He wailed and gripped the sheets as hard as he possibly could. "Oh fuck! You're gonna milk me, Daddy!"

He wrestled his arms behind his back and went wordless. He turned into an animal and Jacob came watching in the mirror as Adam's teeth sunk into his lip and his head dropped with his own orgasm. "Oh my god th-that one's a good one, it's dripping down my thighs! Fuck!"

Jacob giggled airily at the wedding bells he was still hallucinating, then stopped short. That was wedding bells he was hearing in real life. "What's that sound?"

Adam slipped out and pushed back in again to make him squeak a little. "My phone. Guess what time it is?"

The doorbell started to ring over and over again as they rushed out of bed with shaky legs and no sleep.