our love blooms (like flowers in the spring)

memorable for us both

The newlyweds carriage comes to a stop. Jack opens the door whilst holding one bag and helps his lover down. Zach looks around and smiles.

"This place is oddly familiar." He comments, referring to the Inn they met every month.

Jack smiles. "I thought it would make sense to spend here our wedding night rather than the house." He kisses his hand. "It is quite the special place, is it not?"

Zach nods. "Quite special indeed." He confirms.

Jack leads him in the Inn. It was silent, nothing too unusual for Zach. Whenever he went there, it was always eerily quiet.

"Viscount Torrington." The receptionist bows. "Your room is ready for you."

Jack thanks him and leads Zach into it. Zach decides to comment on the quietness.

"It is always so silent here, is it not?"

The Viscount chuckles. "It would certainly be bad to hear some noise, given that I reserve the Inn for us."

Zach furrows his eyebrows. "Every time?"

"Yes, my love."  He confirms. "I do enjoy my privacy, you know this." He opens the door for him. "It is little things I do to assure both my comfort and yours."

"You should not do such things. What if someone was in need?" Zach enters the room and immediately toes off his shoes. Jack found it quite endearing how much he enjoyed walking barefoot around his room. He does the same.

The fireplace was already lit, making the room warm. Jack sets the bag down and locks the door. He sets a flask of essential oil by the bed.

He starts walking towards him. "Hence my specific instructions to allow people in if they were truly desperate." Jack wraps his arms around his waist. "Do not think I am so heartless, my love." He hums.

Zach turns to him and loops his arms around his neck. "You go to such lengths for me."

Jack pouts. "I only wish to spoil you, my love." He pulls him closer.

The brunet shifts his eyes between his eyes and his lips. Jack smiles as his eyes mimick his. They inch closer together. "The night has already fallen." Zach comments. "It is officially our wedding night."

The Viscount smiles. "Does that mean I can finally have you?" He questions as he leans in.

They furrow their eyebrows as their lips are mere centimetres away. Zach smiles. "Yes. Take me. Wherever you please, just take me. My body screams for yours."

Jack connects their lips gently, starting a slow yet heated makeout. Zach spears his hands through his hair and pushes his head closer to him, making their kiss far rougher. Jack bites his lip, earning a needy hum from him. From there on, they bit each other's lips in order to rip out sounds from each other.

Zach's hands move expertly to remove Jack's cravat. He throws it to the floor. He does the same to his own. Jack is quick to kiss his neck as soon as it becomes minimally exposed. Zach gasps at such intensity but tips his head back for more. "Oh, Jack, do not stop, please." He pleads.

The curly head moves close to his ear. "I am to make this a night memorable for us both, my love. I do not intend to stop in a close future."

Zach grabs his face and crashes their lips together once more. Jack still tastes of their wedding cake. How delightful. How sweet is the taste of strawberries on already such sweet lips. Zach parts the kiss unexpectedly. "The curtains." He is breathless.

Jack picks him up—effortlessly, I may add—and, with a free hand, closes the curtains and presses him against them, using his own strength to hold him up. Zach wraps his legs around him and grabs him desperately. He crashes their lips together. "So sturdy," he groans into the kiss. "So strong," Zach moves to kiss his neck. "So handsome," He bites him. "Pray tell, do you ever tire of being so perfect?" He questions exasperated as he gives him such treatment.