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Peyton didn’t need the begging, but it obviously worked him up. He still struggled sometimes with getting hard and with feeling sexy, but right now, he was thick and leaking at the tip as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers.
Hudson stared at it, a soul-deep hunger, and after a second, he lifted Peyton off his lap and set him on the edge of the coffee table. Peyton let out a surprised moan, though he obviously knew what Hudson was asking for because his legs spread, and it allowed just enough room for Hudson to drop to his knees.
He still didn’t have the core strength to hold himself in a kneeling position for long, but he was the right height to balance his ass on his heels. He gripped the tops of Peyton’s thighs and looked up at him. “I guess I did get into the traditional position tonight after all.”
Peyton rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Romantic.”
“I’ll give you romantic,” Hudson grumbled, but he was smiling when he leaned forward and took Peyton all the way down to the hilt. His hands moved up as he sank over his fiancé’s cock, riding up his shirt, fingers brushing along smooth skin.
Peyton let out a soft grunt and moved his hips gently, just a careful roll as Hudson pulled up, swirling his tongue around the thick head to taste the beads of precome. He savored it for a moment, then sank back down again. Hudson knew his lover liked it slow and hard. He used his hand to squeeze against the base of his cock and felt the ripples of pleasure rush through Peyton’s body.
He drank in the soft moans and the quiet, wordless begging under Peyton’s breath. He was worked up and feeling close to his own orgasm. If Peyton touched him anywhere that he was sensitive—anywhere at all—he’d go off like a goddamn faulty firework.
“Hudson,” Peyton said. The thready tone in his voice and the shaking in his limbs told him he was close. It usually took a lot more to work him up. Hudson would play with his body for hours before Peyton finally let go.
But he understood these were different circumstances. Every single nerve in their bodies were riding high. They’d leave this room exactly the same, yet wholly changed in ways that Hudson wanted to revel in for the rest of his natural life.
And then for an eternity after.
He grunted hard when Peyton’s fingers found his neck, and then he sucked in a breath and almost choked on Peyton’s dick when those fingers began to play with his ears. That warm, rushing feeling began to pop and fizz under his skin, and he only just managed to keep his focus as he began to knead gently over Peyton’s clothed balls.
Peyton let out a soft cry as his dick gave a final throb, then he began to spill as Hudson sucked him down. His fingers gripped the top of Hudson’s shoulders, and for whatever reason—in that moment—it was enough. It sent waves of rippling pleasure through him, and he let Peyton’s dick fall away from his lips as he panted hard and shuddered through his pleasure.
When he finally had some control, he braced his hands on the table and pushed. Peyton’s arms came around his waist to help him, and Hudson tumbled back onto the sofa with Peyton swiftly following, straddling his thighs and kissing the taste of come out of his mouth.
“I love you,” Peyton said when he pulled back. He nuzzled their noses together and hesitated before he took a fortifying breath and said, “Husband.”
For the first time ever, the word husband brought him endless joy instead of fear, or worry, or anger. For the first time ever, the word sounded right.
He cupped Peyton’s cheeks between both hands and just looked at him. His present. His future. His forever.
“I love you too.”
EPILOGUE
“What is that?”
Hudson grinned, his teeth looking almost predatory and sharp. He was sitting on the edge of the massive hotel bed which was definitely larger than a king, his fingers toying with the edge of a wooden tray. It was heavy with what looked like a dessert fondu spread.
“What do you think it is?”
Peyton’s mouth went a little dry. Before the wedding, Peyton had been ready to completely melt down. Everything was stressful—from event planning to fending off Hudson’s mother who somehow found out about their nuptials, to their caterer shutting their doors six weeks before the ceremony.
And the icing on the cake? Austin showing up in the middle of the afternoon one Saturday nine days before the wedding. Peyton had been napping and heard the doorbell. For a moment, he’d considered just lying in bed all wrapped up in Hudson’s thick blankets, but he recognized the sound of Austin’s voice.
He crept down the corridor, his back pressed to the wall as he listened.
“…mistake. I mean, you know how I get, and I’m sorry.”
Hudson’s voice was flat when he replied. “Why are you here, Austin?”
“I heard you were getting married, and I couldn’t let that happen without telling you how I felt. I was an idiot for letting you go.”
Hudson just laughed, and Peyton’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest because was it a good laugh? A happy one? Incredulous?
“Youletmego? You have some fucking nerve.”
Austin scoffed. “You can’t tell me that sickening little ray of sunshine with his shit bag does it for you, Hudson. I know you. I know what you like. I know who youare.”
