Marcel watches in pure happiness as the principal announces the names of the year's graduates. Clapping the loudest for the boy he loves the most.

Louis Tomlinson.

They have been together for eight months. A long eight months filled with nothing but pure love. Three months into their relationship they had admitted their love for one another - some said it was too early, but for Marcel and Louis it just felt right.

Today, they planned to make love for the first time.

"Louis William Tomlinson. Graduating with his year 12 high school certificate" Marcel smiled as his boy walked up the stairs, shaking the principal's hand before he accepted his certificate of graduation.

Marcel smiled, clapping like a madman, because that was his boy. His baby.

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"So proud of you baby." Marcel cooed as Louis stepped into the gelled haired man's car.

"Thanks, Marcel." Louis keened under the praise as he leant across the dash of Marcel's new car, pressing a longing kiss to the man's plump lips.

"Going to make love to you honey, going to show you how much you mean to me," Louis whispered against Marcel's lips, foreheads together.

"I-I lov-love you Lou..." Marcel whispered.

"I love you up to the sky and down again, down to the deepest oceans and up again honey" Louis answered, kissing his boyfriend's soft forehead.

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"Even though we haven't been dating the longest Loubear, I want you to know - you already mean the world to me... you always have," Marcel whispered Louis, is straddling him, only wearing panties and a large lavender jumper of Marcel's.

It dwarfs his small frame; Marcel loves how it shows off their size difference.

Marcel begins to gyrate his hips only for Louis to still him.

"No baby, I'm worshipping you tonight, this is your first time. Let me do all the work." Louis shooshes Marcel when the taller boy attempts to protest.

Instead, he chooses to carefully take hold of Marcel's hips as he struggles, but eventually manages, to flip the boy onto his back hovering over him.

Louis plans to ride him.

Louis is there, looming over Marcel, looking tiny in his baggy jumper just watching in awe as the boy he fell in love with so quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls down his tight black jeans. Before doing the same to himself.

Louis begins to take off the lavender jumper he is wearing only for Marcel to take hold of his hands.

"No, no baby. Sweetheart, leave the jumper on please. I-I think you look beautiful in my clothing. You always look so beautiful. Especially now."

Louis blushed as he nodded, becoming moving to straddle Marcel - completey nude, just like Marcel.

"Love you Marcy."

"Your thighs are so sexy baby." Marcel praises shyly as he moves up to kiss Louis' lips, the small boy opens his mouth, letting his boyfriend's tongue in.

Marcel smiles when he sees the boy eye his cock hungrily.

Grabbing some lube from the side table Louis slowly begins to open himself slowly. before chucking the bottle to the side, deeming himself ready.

"Go slow Lou..." Marcel pleads.

"Of course baby." Louis responds as he sits up, grasping Marcel's dick and lining it up with his hole before sinking down onto his softly.

Marcel grabbed onto bed sheets, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip. Louis was stretching around him, and god did it feel good.

"Oh wow.. your... feels good." Marcel managed out, hands finding their way to Louis' waist.

Soon enough Louis was moving up and down in the most loving way. Marcel soon learned that he thrived off of Louis' facial expressions and noises when he was aroused. He sounded so.... so beautiful.

"Louis you are so beautiful," Marcel whined as he pressed a kiss to the small boy's hand.

Louis let out a delicious moan when Marcel finally grasped his already hard cock, tugging him off.

"Y-you oh fu-fu-fuck, you are so-so handsome  Marcel." Louis stuttered as  Marcel's cock hit his special place.

Marcel slowly began to thrust up as Louis rode him, aiming at the new found bundle of nerves, simultaneously tugging Louis off - both men went mental at the sensation.

"God Lou... I can feel myself inside you,"  Marcel whispered, moments away from cumming - Louis wasn't far off either.

" Marcel- Marcel oh my Marcyyyy." Louis moaned as he fell into a pit of love, he felt so in love. "Love you  Marcel."

Within a second, they were coming simultaneously  Marcel stuttering out an "love you too Lou."

The two smiled at each other and peppered the other with small, soft kisses after they rode out their high. Because love was a beautiful feeling.

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Marcel held Louis tightly that night. Because he knew that the boy in his arms, was the boy he would marry, the boy he would have children with, the boy he would spend the rest of his life with.

And he was looking forward to every moment of it.

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