My Arranged Marriage

Chapter 5

From Zachary's Point of View

I sit by Clark while he works. He doesn't mind when I'm on my phone while he works so I scroll Instagram.I am scrolling through shirtless men when he looks over.He clears his throat, "I don't want you lusting after other men."I close my phone instantly, "I... I'm not lusting Clark."He slowly unbuttons his button up, "you are lusting. So you can lust after me."He pulls off his shirt, letting his chest bare to me.I bite my lip, "Clark..."He closes his laptop and sets it aside, standing.I look up at him, "I'm sorry if I made you angry."He motions me to stand up, "you can lust after me."I can feel myself blushing, "I do lust after you."He kneels down since I don't stand, "is that so Zachary?"He lifts my shirt a little.I look down at him, panicking a little, "wait Clark."He sits back instantly, "I'm sorry."I inhale slowly, "do you top?"He looks at me, raising a brow, "do I what?"I rub his cheek softly, "like give or receive?"He laughs, "it doesn't matter to me. I thought it'd come naturally which of us would."I inhale slowly, "I'm nervous."He moves a little closer and whispers, "me too... that's why I've been hesitant to finally do this."I lean forward and kiss his neck slowly, "thank goodness... I thought it was because you weren't attracted to me."He grips my shirt a little, "I think you're fucking sexy."I nip his neck softly, "I think you're sexy too."I suck softly. I want to leave marks on him.He moans softly, "Zach... that'll still be there when I go back to work."I lick over it, "mm is that a problem?"He leans his head back a little, "no not at all."I lick over his Adam's apple, "Clark, you're so handsome."My lips meet his and we kiss passionately, making out.He pulls back slowly, "we should finish in bed."We make our way back the hall, pushing each other against the walls along the way to kiss passionately.Excitement courses though me, bringing intense urges with it.He lays me back on the bed. We kiss heatedly until finally I can't stand it anymore.I pull off my shirt, "I need you."We work off each other's pants, kissing more.He digs around in the night stand until he finds the lube, "I'm still nervous."I reach down and stroke him, my eyes on his cock.He groans softly, "Zach, oh fuck."I lay him down softly, moving between his legs.He watches me.I slowly lick his cock, feeling nervous.He bites his lip, rubbing my head.I take the tip in my mouth slowly, sucking.He moans softly, "Zach."I like how hard the Z sounds off his tongue. But I like it even more when he moans my name like that.I meet his eyes, sucking more like I've seen in porn.He moans more, "Zachary, you have to stop."I pull back, "why d-Clark?"He sits up and kisses me slowly, "because I'm going to cum before I've got to fuck you."I move into his lap, kissing him, "relax I don't mind if we don't fuck right now. I know you're attracted to me now."He ruffles my hair affectionately, "you're gorgeous. I like the stubble. I like how your hair is kind of long but you maintain masculinity. Not that being feminine is bad of course. But I like masculine guys."I stroke him slowly, "you're gorgeous."I move down again and start to suck him off again.His hand rests on my head and I gag softly.His eyes roll back, followed by his head and he cums.I pull away, his cum sliding down his cock.He looks at me, moaning softly.I lean down and lick the cum from his shaft.He bites his lip, "thank you."I sit up, "thank you."He moves to touch me but I move away shyly, "it's okay, I can wait."He moves behind me and kisses along my neck slowly, "how about we take a shower and than we can watch a movie?"I shudder a little, "is that what you'd like?"He smiles against my skin, "I think I'd like that."I stand and we make our way to the shower.We shower together and then we snuggle up on the couch. I shyly lay on his bare chest. His hand rests on my lower back. He ends up falling asleep about halfway through the movie.I run my fingers through his chest hair. I let my brain wander and then I'm horny and hard.I shift myself uncomfortably and then I move off him. I slowly pad to the bedroom and stroke myself leaning back against the wall.I moan softly, pretending like it's him, "yes daddy. M-more please."I stroke myself a little faster, moaning.I bite my lip trying to quiet myself down.I cum, moaning, "fuck daddy."The door creaks open slowly and there's Clark. His eyes meet mine.I blush, "I'm so sorry if I woke you up."I quickly tuck my cock away and move to the window to avoid his eyes.He moves up behind me.I sit my hand on the windowsill, trying to avoid him.His fingers trace down my arm and rest on my hand, "daddy huh?"I chew my lip nervously, "yeah."He press himself against me, "like because your dad's not a good dad? Or is it... something else?"I swallow, "I don't know. It's not like... I want to have sex with my dad. Or anything weird. I just... like the idea of calling my partner daddy in bed mostly I think. I think just bed. I know other people do it... like non-sexual or affectionately or whatever."He rubs my thumb with his, "I don't know if I'm comfortable with you calling me daddy at all. It'll remind me too much of..."His voice breaks, "of Jonah."I sit him down in a chair by the bed, "do you want to talk about it?"He wipes away his tears and I quickly find some tissues.He covers his face with his hands, "me and Ella had a son together. His name was Jonah. You remind me of him sometimes. Smart and kind and funny. He was out with his friend and they were street racing."He sobs softly. I gently wrap my arms around him, hugging his head into my chest.He sniffles softly, "his friend... he lost control of the vehicle and they wrecked..."I softly kiss the top of his head.He finishes, "Jonah didn't make it. And me and Ella fell out. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me."I rock him until he's done crying. He sits up tall.He wipes his eyes and clears his throat, "I'm sorry."I softly kiss him, "you have nothing to be sorry for. You're allowed to cry with me."I kneel down and move between his knees, hugging his waist, "you never have to be ashamed around me. I don't mind if you cry into my chest at all. I know it doesn't help much but I'm sorry about your son. And I'm sorry for making you cry. And I'm sorry I remind you of him."He rubs my back, "none of that is your fault Zach."I look up into his eyes, "are you okay Clark?"He nods, "I should help you make something to eat. And then maybe we can watch that movie again. I fell asleep."I laugh a little, "I know."I stand up and we go and make dinner together. And then we settle into the couch. I lay my head in his lap and his fingers move through my hair affectionately.I look up at him. He's dozing in and out again so I sit up.I shake his arm softly, "come on Clark. Let's go to bed okay?"He sleepily picks me up, making me squeal, and carries me to bed.He lays down with me, spooning me.His strong arms hold me against him.After a few minutes, he whispers against my shoulder, "thank you for being a good person and being patient with me."I run my fingers over his affectionately, "thank you for being a good husband."We fall asleep there, cuddle up.