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caught Ty’s lips in a kiss. It warmed Ty down to his bones, and they kissed languidly, Ty lying spread out on the carpet, Micah kneeling above him.
    After a long few minutes, Micah pulled away, his smile impish, his eyes twinkling.
    “Want to have engaged Christmas Eve sex?”
    Ty arched beneath Micah’s weight, the hard line of his cock pushing against Micah’s inner thigh. “You have to ask?”
    As playful as their words were, the moment was intimate, fragile, weighted with the possibilities of their future, the commitment, and journey yet to come. And as they stumbled down the hall, pulling off clothes as they went, Ty kept his fingers in contact with Micah’s skin, his lips pressed to Micah’s mouth when possible. He craved the touch; he needed the reassurance, the comfort of Micah’s skin against his.
    They fell to the bed, and Ty mouthed “I love yous” into the dips and planes of Micah’s body, pressing the words into him, hoping the sentiment would fill him up until he was as happy as Ty was, joyous and bursting like a firework. Micah tangled his fingers in Ty’s hair as he kissed his way down, licking and nipping the thin skin on Micah’s ribs and hips, Micah squirming beneath him.
    Ty paused for a moment, panting wetly over the head of Micah’s hard dick.
    “Yeah,” Micah said, spreading his legs. “That’s what I want.”
    Ty didn’t hesitate. He licked the hard length, then swallowed Micah down. He loved the feeling of Micah in his mouth, the dichotomy of velvet skin and hard cock, the familiar taste of him on his tongue. And with years of experience of knowing what made Micah moan and thrust, fidget, and curse, Ty expertly wrung the orgasm out of him.
    Slowly Ty pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
    “Good?”
    Micah nodded slowly.
    Smirking, Ty kissed Micah’s stomach. “Who’s sex stupid now?”
    “You will be soon,” Micah said, and Ty found the bottle of lube they kept in the nightstand thrust at him. Then Micah spread his legs wider, bent them at the knee, heels digging into the mattress.
    Ty took the hint, knew what was being asked of him, given to him. He opened Micah with his fingers and tongue, played until Micah was writhing, pushing back on Ty’s hand, his dick hard again. When Ty pulled away, Micah flipped to his stomach.
    “I want you like this,” he said, face in the pillow.
    Cock aching and throat tight, Ty nodded. He pushed into the warm clutch of Micah’s body. Molded to Micah from shoulder to thigh, he knew why Micah wanted it this way. Ty could feel every tremor of Micah’s frame, could count his hitching breaths, could taste the salt of his skin. Ty filled him up, surrounded him, reveled in every inch of his body. Ty reached forward, threaded their fingers together, and pushed Micah’s arms outward into a sprawl, pinning him to the mattress under Ty’s full weight. Their rings clinked and Ty gasped at the sound, could’ve died with joy from it alone.
    Ty didn’t feel the need to rush, and his thrusts were slow and steady, unrelenting in the unhurried speed even when Micah attempted to push back. Stammering a litany of filthy nothings, Micah came again, and Ty fucked him through it until Micah was sated, limp, and sweaty.
    “Come on, babe,” he said, breathy and quiet, reaching back to grasp Ty’s slick thigh. “I can take it.”
    It was all the permission Ty needed, and their sweet moment evaporated as Ty gave in to the need that had built within him since their first kiss on the carpet. His orgasm wrenched out of him as he spilled deep inside his fiancé and then collapsed, forehead pressed between Micah’s shoulder blades.
    It took a long few minutes for Ty to regain any sense of functioning, and he rolled off Micah into the sheets, sweat cooling on his skin, heartbeat slowing. He stretched his hands above his head and sank into the mattress, languid and happy and relieved .
    “If that’s engaged sex, married sex is going to be