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marry me

Jack isn't quite sure how it happened himself. He tugs against the cuffs. The sheets are covering him just enough so he doesn't get thrown in jail with an indecency charge. Zach had been in the bathroom for quite some time now.

Here's what he remembers:
1. checking in to the hotel.
2. getting in the very room he's in.
3. joking about the handcuffs in the headboard.
4. making out with his husband on the bed.
5. being cuffed to the bed.

And boom. That's where he stands now. Well, more like lies now. He can't really stand. He tugs against them again. He was starting to get frustrated. Zach had gotten him hard, just absolutely ready to consummate their marriage, and left him just like that.

The bathroom door opens, and all lights are turned off. They had closed the blinds because of the blazing Thai sun. The room was now dim.

He could see that Zach was wearing a robe. Right then, all thoughts evaporate from his mind. His eyes are stuck on him, trying to see clearly.

Zach undoes the robe as he walks towards him. "Are you ready, Mister Avery?" His voice is like honey—sickly sweet and thick.

Jack's breath falters when the robe falls on the floor with a soft thud! Zach wore a white three piece lingerie set with a white babydoll top he knows Jack loves. On his glorious legs were garters pulling his lace thigh highs up. "Babe." He is breathing heavily already. "If you get me out of these cuffs -

"But I'm not." He chuckles as he climbs into bed. "I am going to have my way with you," he crawls to him slowly, "wasn't it what you asked? For me to take over?"

"T-The honeymoon plans." Jack tenses when he feels him grab his legs. "I-I didn't think you'd be taking over this aspect, too." He breathes in as he watches his husband start to kiss up his leg. His chest is low in comparison with his bottom half, that was in the air, displaying himself to his cuffed self. Jack tries his best to stay very still, but how could he when he's approaching dangerous territory? A bite on his inner thigh and Jack gasps out a curse as he tugs on the cuffs.

"Why can't I?" His voice is soft. "You seem to be enjoying it." His eyes avert to the sheets tenting up as he continues his ministrations.

The curly head swallows in dryly. "When you come out looking like that and touch me like you are touching..." He breathes in as he tips his head back.

Zach hums. "Should I keep touching you, then?" His index finger traces his inner thigh all the way to his crotch. He pauses and looks up. "Hm?"

"Please. Don't stop." He mumbles. He tries to tug against the restraints.

The brunet goes up to his ear. "Have a bit of patience. I'll undo those cuffs if you behave." He nibbles on his ear lobe briefly and kisses down his body slowly.

"I'll be good." He affirms. "I'll be patient." He huffs.

Zach purposely avoids where he aches the most for him and languidly sucks love bites into his thighs. It's a plan to drive Jack to madness, slowly but surely. First come the marks all over his thighs, then on his lower abdomen, a few scattered hickeys suffice there. He slowly works up his body, teasing him relentlessly. His hand 'accidentally' brushed against his covered self a few times, as if daring him to lose all patience.

He kisses his neck slowly, biting just to rip sounds out of him. Jack's head was tipped back. He felt this feverish heat all over his body. He craved the sweet release that he isn't even sure he's getting. Because what is stopping him from ceasing to touch him all together and rush back into the bathroom to do god knows what? "Please..." Jack murmurs. "Babe, please..."

Zach presses open-mouthed kisses until he reaches his ear. "A bit more. You're doing so well... staying so still for me." He nibbles on his ear. "You're so good at this."