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nigel is tired of fucking swiping. he’s been in LA for days. fucking DAYS. and he’s only managed to fuck once. it’s pathetic, really.

of course there are girls at his new club. there are always girls at the club. there’s a revolving door of girls at the club. but lately, nigel’s been craving more than a hole. intimacy. companionship. conversation. something passionate, where the sex actually means something, like with gab—

FUCKING NO, nigel scolds himself. anyway. what was he fucking saying before?

oh right. a connection. don’t know why the fuck he downloaded tinder. so far nobody on this damn app seems interested in that. and he has no fucking clue what “guess what my big 3 are” means.

until nigel stumbles upon a fucking angel. at first he thinks the profile’s fake. the man, ten years younger, has ruffled brown hair, chiseled features, and big blue eyes. he’s wearing a fucking spacesuit, and there’s a kind of innocently troubled look on his face, making his lips look extra pouty and kissable. AND he’s fucking smart, too. apparently he’s a satellite navigator, whatever the fuck that means. but it sounds fucking smart. nigel clicks on his profile and reads the bio.

adam 🌟 he/they 🌟 sub 🌟 from nyc 🌟 on the spectrum, please be nice!
likes: space🌌, mac & cheese, reruns of inside the actor’s studio 💫🪐🌙✨
looking for: a full-time daddy to love

nigel swipes through the rest of adam’s pictures. there’s a few memes about space that go right over his head, but the last picture is adorable. adam is looking down, eyes lidded and a bashful smile on his face, revealing his fucking dimples. no way this gorgeous little twink is two miles away from him. there’s no fucking way.
of course he superlikes. it’s fucking creepy, but nigel has to at least know if the kid is real. he’s not going to miss this opportunity. he lights a smoke and waits.

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adam had downloaded tinder for two reasons. one: harlan said he needed to “get back out there.” two: he had been lonely. and he still is.

making connections in person is hard enough. he thought connecting with people would be easier on the internet. but most guys on the app only seem interested in sex. which adam is also extremely interested in, with the right person. with a companion. with a daddy.

he’s had doubts that there’s a person out there for him, contenting himself to a solitary but rewarding life. but that was before five minutes ago, when he stumbled upon a man’s profile.

the man’s name is nigel. he’s a decade older than adam. he is— there’s no other way to describe it— a silver fox.

even the first picture has adam swooning. nigel is wearing an adorable dog-printed baby blue shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top and reveals a hint of chest hair. his silver hair falls into his face ever so slightly. he has his— extremely long and thick, adam notes— fingers perched on his chin, as if deep in thought. his hands are big. veiny. adam imagines them on him and has to shut eyes for a moment. then he clicks on nigel’s profile and scrolls to the bio.

He/him. Bucharest born and bred. Possessive. Always down for a good time. Let me take you out for a drink. ;)

short and sweet. adam doesn’t know why the winky face at the end makes him bite his lip in frustrating arousal. he swipes through the rest of the pictures, which doesn’t help. the second picture shows nigel arm-wrestling with another man while a cigarette hangs out of his mouth, and, oh. his arm. his muscles are extremely pronounced, adam thinks to himself, breaking out in a light sweat.

the third picture looks like it was taken on the same night. nigel is sat on a couch fiddling with a lighter with, again, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, threatening to ash onto his blue jeans. his thighs, his arms, his broad chest— he looks so powerful. so big and strong adam wants to cry. and at this angle, he can’t really tell, but— is that a tattoo on his neck?

adam is in love. and then he sees the blue star next to nigel’s name.

wait. what? nigel superliked him? that’s. that’s CRAZY. nigel superliked HIM?

just wait, adam thinks to himself, we haven’t talked to each other yet. taking comfort in the inevitability of it not working out, adam swipes right.

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after swiping right, adam promptly has a mini panic attack. he knew they’d match, of course, because of the superlike. but how is adam expected to get the ball rolling and actually message nigel? when he thinks of things to say, they all seem wrong. he hugs himself and tries to breathe deeply, heart racing.

his phone vibrates on the bed with a notification. it can’t be him yet, it’s way too soon. but when the screen lights up, adam sees he has one new message from nigel. he unlocks his phone and reads.

Nigel: Hello, gorgeous.

adam’s heart begins to race in full force yet again at the simple message. how is this man already getting him so worked up? he musters his courage and types back.

Adam: my name is adam, but you can call me gorgeous if you’d like to.

nigel responds almost immediately. adam wonders if he said the right thing.

Nigel: Noted. How are you doing?

Adam: are you really asking?

Nigel: Yes, gorgeous.

adam bites his lip, looks down at his half-erection and blushes at his next response.

Adam: i’m aroused, sexually. you’re the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen.

he throws his phone across the room, not ready to see the response (or lack thereof). he vacuums his room once and then deigns to check, pretending not to care. there’s a new message from nigel.

Nigel: Fuck, gorgeous. I’m glad you like what you see. You’re stunning. But you probably hear that a lot.

well, that’s certainly encouraging, adam thinks. nigel not only responded quickly again, but with the same enthusiasm that adam had, and he wasn’t put off by adam’s way of texting like other people on this app seem to be. what does he say back? adam goes for something flirtatious but also pragmatic, still wary of the situation.

Adam: women give me attention a lot. but i’m not interested in them much.

Nigel: No? You need someone big and strong to protect you, don’t you baby? A real man.

oh, wow, adam thinks. he notes that his cock twitches in his jeans. he almost wants to take it out. would that be bad? probably. but nigel seems equally aroused. well, i can build the suspense a bit, adam posits. for now he concentrates on messaging back.

Adam: yes, please.

Nigel: Straight to the point. I like you, Adam.

it feels to good to be true. it probably is. nigel’s probably some 80 year old man trying to catfish him. well, there’s only one way to find out, adam thinks, prepared for the worst as he types.

Adam: can you prove you’re a real person?

Nigel: Do you want my number? We can Facetime or whatever.

Adam: yes, please.

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as soon as his phone rings for a facetime call from adam, nigel picks it up. the cigarette he’s smoking nearly falls out of his mouth.

not only is adam real, he’s even more fucking gorgeous than in his profile pictures. his hair has grown out a bit more, soft curls framing his adorable fucking face. he’s biting his bottom lip, probably in nervousness, but that doesn’t make it any less fucking hot. his beautiful big blue eyes stare insistently at nigel. and he’s wearing a button up with a fucking galaxy pattern on it.

adam brushes a curl behind his ear and smiles, and there are those goddamn fucking dimples again. “hello, nigel,” he says, and his VOICE. his VOICE, and his own name in that beautiful mouth. nigel can think of a million fucking ways adam could say his name.

“mmm, hello for real, gorgeous,” nigel purrs, putting his cigarette out.

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when nigel picks up the phone, adam almost faints. well, it’s definitely the man in the pictures, he thinks. angular features, muscles, big hands, silver hair falling in his face, even down to the cigarette in his mouth. and, yes, that is definitely a tattoo on his neck. of….. a pinup girl? this man is so handsome adam thinks he might cry.

adam plays coy, tucking a curl behind his ear and smiling while he bites his lip. “hello nigel.”

nigel lets out a low “mmm” at the sound of adam’s voice, and he flushes. “hello for real, gorgeous,” he says, taking one last drag, and HIS VOICE. HIS VOICE IS VERY DEEP. AND HIS ACCENT? HIS ACCENT IS SO SEXY— adam tries to breathe deeply.

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“how is your day going?” the angel says next. what a sweet fucking thing. nigel immediately wants to wrap him up in a fucking blanket or whatever and take care of him.

“better for meeting you, darling.” he figures if there’s a time and a place to lay it on thick, it might as well be here and now. “how was your day?”

the angel laughs and scrunches his nose. “it was okay. i just went to work and came home.”

oh, that’s right, he’s fucking smart too, nigel thinks. he tries to remember what his job is. he’s, like, a scientist or some shit? satellite navigator, that’s what it fucking was, nigel reminds himself. he doesn’t want to sound completely fucking clueless, so he decides to ask about it in a vague way. “and how was work, gorgeous?”

adam beams, his big blue eyes lighting up like flying fucking saucers. see, i know a thing or two about space, nigel assures himself. anyway, he could learn, for this fucking cutie. he turns his attention back to adam— gorgeous, gorgeous adam. “it was great. i really like my job.”

nigel would give anything to see that adorable fucking smile again. he pushes away the thought that he’s already in too deep. “tell me more about it.”

the angel smiles and ducks his head. “oh, i’m not sure you want to hear about it.”

“i do.” he was so quick to dismiss himself, nigel thinks. who the fuck doesn’t want to hear adam talk about satellite navigation? i’ll fucking kill them. nigel’s fists clench.

adam bites his lip again. “are you sure? once i start talking about it, i can get very fixated. i don’t want you to get bored by something you don’t understand. not that you’re not smart, that’s not what i meant, i—“

nigel cuts him off. “you couldn’t bore me, gorgeous. i’ll listen to you talk about space for as long as you fucking want if that’s what makes you happy. don’t worry so much about everything, baby. you’re too pretty to worry so much. you leave that to daddy, yeah?”

that seems to do something. adam shifts in his seat and the camera is jostled. “OH, nigel, i... wow. oh god.”

nigel tries to adopt some semblance of his usual detached aloofness when dealing with romantic prospects. it doesn’t work. he finds himself immediately responding, with bated breath, “yes, gorgeous?”

adam furrows his brows and bites his lip again, and nigel knows he’s gonna fall in love with this fucking twink. “nigel, that aroused me… would it be okay if i touched myself?”

“fuck.” nigel sucks in a breath, caught off guard but not fucking complaining. he feels his cock begin to fill, interested in the conversation. “so polite, baby, what a sweet boy. only if daddy can watch.”

“OH! of course, daddy, i…” adam readjusts, propping his phone up on his nightstand to give nigel a view of him unbuttoning his pants.

nigel’s dick pulses, screaming to be freed from the confines of his tight fucking jeans. “that’s it, gorgeous, take it out.”

adam gets his—surprisingly substantial— dick out of his galaxy boxers. he’s rock hard already and gives himself a little squeeze, letting out a “hmm…”

and nigel is salivating. he’s circumcised and a few inches shorter than nigel, but he’s still more than average in length and thickness. he studies adam’s cock, licking his lips. we can certainly fucking make do with that, nigel thinks. “oh, look at that. wow. so big and hard for daddy.”

the cock on the screen in front of him visibly jumps. adam gasps. “NIGEL! oh! i…. want you so much….” ever so slowly, he begins to thumb the head of his own dick, breath hitching, then his hand trails down, lazily stroking.

nigel watches the younger man masturbate with rapt attention. at this point, he’s throbbing inside his jeans, but that isn’t fucking important. this is for adam. he hums his approval. “i can tell, baby. that’s it, stroke that pretty cock for me. daddy wants to taste you, gorgeous.”

adam looks ruined already, all flushed, curly locks sticking to his damp forehead, cock red and leaking, a look of intense concentration and pleasure on his face, and he’s the most beautiful person nigel’s ever fucking seen. he keens, clearly affected by nigel’s encouragements. “nigel— i— PLEASE, daddy— i want to see you—“

nigel thought he’d never ask. he groans. “yeah, baby? you want to see your daddy’s cock?”

“yes, please, daddy!” adam pants, continuing to stroke himself, smearing precum down his own length.

nigel’s already taking his cock out. he’s fucking aching, watching this boy come apart in front of him. he props his phone against a six pack (next to a box of tissues… which will now come in fucking handy) and leans back on his couch, cock springing up with a groan. nigel knows he’s fucking big, and hopes adam isn’t too put off. he squeezes himself at the base, already leaking and close. “here’s your cock, angel. daddy can’t wait to put it inside you.”

“OH…” adam’s hand stills for a moment. his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen. “i really like it a lot… like them uncut and thick and long… s’so big, daddy…”

nigel huffs. this naughty boy is going to make him fucking come before he even touches himself. “fuck yeah it is, gorgeous. all for you.”

adam whines, still staring at nigel’s dick. “can you touch it, daddy?”

nigel smirks and strokes himself once. “oh yeah? you wanna see daddy stroke that big cock?”

the angel sighs. “oh, that looks very nice. i wish i could touch it.”

nigel bites his lip and stills his hand for a moment. “fuck.” then, he continues jacking off. “you can, gorgeous, and you will.”

“definitely big enough to choke on,” the angel observes matter-of-factly.

nigel’s hips buck, driving his cock through his fist. “FUCK, baby. you want me to make you choke on it?”

adam nods profusely, stroking himself faster. “yes, daddy, i love that. i love performing fellatio.”

nigels chuckles breathily, speeding up his strokes as well. “do you now, angel? hmm, fuck. what else do you love?”

adam bites his lip again. fucking vixen. “my favorite positions are cowgirl and doggy. i usually don’t prefer missionary but i think it would be better with you, i’d like to see your face.”

nigel grins, shoving away the pang of jealousy he feels at the idea of adam having past lovers. fuck them. “yeah? you want to see daddy’s handsome face while he wrecks that pretty hole?”

the angel bucks his hips, fucking into his own grip. “OH, yes, daddy, i— i think that would be very pleasurable.”

nigel hums and licks his lips, squeezing himself again. “can daddy see your little hole, gorgeous?”

“yes, daddy,” the angel says immediately, laying back against the headboard, propping his phone against a stack of pillows, and spreading his legs.

“that’s it, love. fuck.” nigel curses as he watches adam lift his legs over his head, studying his hole flutter and clench around nothing. “so pretty. you wanna open it up for me?”

“okay, daddy.” adam produces a bottle of lube from his bedside table and pumps some onto his fingers, bringing them to his rim to tease. “OH.”

nigel groans, slowly starting to jerk himself off again. “oh, fuck. how does that feel, gorgeous?”

adam’s chest heaves, his cute little nipples standing at attention. “a— a little cold, but nice.”

the older man starts stroking himself a little faster. “yeah? why don’t you put one inside, baby?”

adam does, surprisingly easily. exactly how much fucking cock can this boy take, nigel wonders? he supposes he’ll fucking find out. the angel squeals. “OH! that— that feels really nice.”

nigel squints, watching the younger man stretch himself, utterly shocked at the easy entrance, so much so that he has to squeeze himself again, orgasm coiling in his belly and approaching any second. “fuck, look at that. such a gorgeous little hole, baby.”

adam pushes his finger in to the second knuckle and his cock twitches, leaking more precum. “DADDY! oh! hmm.”

nigel stops touching himself, clenching his jaw hard as he tries desperately to stave off his orgasm. his voice sounds even more gravelly and threatening than usual. “yeah, sweet boy, just like that. all the way in. there we go. fuck.”

the angel starts to finger himself, squelching sounds dominating the call. “OH DADDY, it feels so good… i love being penetrated…”

nigel breathes heavily, veins popping in his forehead. “i can tell, baby, your greedy little hole swallows that finger like it’s a fucking pussy.”

the boy shakes and starts jacking himself off with his other hand. “OH! c— can’t wait for your big cock inside me, daddy.”

that’s about all nigel can take. he snarls, emptying onto his own stomach in thick ropes of white. “fuck, OH, FUCK!” so much for the fucking tissues, he thinks, but can’t bring himself to care too much.

adam stops for a moment, frowning. “so soon, daddy?” and then, he gets a mischievous smile on his face. what a little fucking flirt. “i hope you’ll last longer when we meet.”

nigel huffs and reaches for the tissue box, trying to play it cool as he recovers from his sudden climax. all he can think is, adam said when, not if. “yeah? you want the real thing?”

adam hums and smiles. “yes, but only if you can last for at least thirty to forty-five minutes.”

this little— “of course i fucking can, gorgeous. don’t sass daddy again unless you want a spanking.”

adam’s cock jolts. “oh! okay, sorry daddy. may i finish myself off, please?”

nigel growls. “oh, you’d like a spanking, wouldn’t you? naughty boy.”

adam nods shakily. “yes, daddy, i do like to be spanked. not anything too hard, though.”

nigel clicks his tongue and smirks. “hmm, it’s a shame. i’ll have to find some way to punish that fucking mouth.”

his angel lets out a breath. “OH! i’m s—sure you will, daddy.”

nigel can’t fucking believe it. is this beautiful man actually his? “go ahead, sweet boy, go on and touch yourself for daddy.”

adam begins to work another finger inside himself with wide eyes. “t—thank you, daddy, thank you—“

nigel sighs. “oh, gorgeous, look at that. so fucking beautiful. can you come for me, darling? i’d love to watch.”

“yes, daddy, i’m close, i’m very close,” adam pants, crying out when he moves his fingers, wet sounds and moans once again filling the call.

“touch that pretty cock for me too, adam, baby,” nigel coaxes. it’s too early to be hard again, but he’s still dizzy with need, with inexplicable affection, for this man, to please him and not just take his own pleasure.

when adam does as he’s told with a shudder, nigel growls again. “love watching you do that, baby, fuck. wish i could watch it in person. finish you off myself, eat that sweet little ass until you come all over the fucking sheets.”

“OH! DADDY!” adam lets out a few breathless whines, beautiful mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he comes across his stomach and chin.

nigel wants to remember this moment forever. “that’s it, gorgeous, there you go. mmmm. you’re such a good boy, adam.”

once adam comes down from his orgasm, looking positively fucking wrecked, he laughs, giving nigel a view of those fucking dimples again, and whispers, “that was really great, daddy.”

nigel winks at the screen, finally tucking himself back into his jeans. “ditto, gorgeous. can’t wait to fucking do it again.”

adam cleans himself up and dresses. “i’m free tomorrow night, if you want to meet.”

nigel scoffs. “of course i want to fucking meet. how is 8? i’ll take you out to dinner.”

adam squints. “i usually eat dinner at 7. is that okay?”

nigel looks at the boy he met tonight, feeling so warm inside, so protective— nothing like he’s ever felt with anybody, and he hasn’t even met the fucking kid yet— and just grins like a fucking idiot. “7 it is.”

his angel smiles his beautiful smile and tucks a curl behind his ear. “it’s a date.”

“now, then,” nigel leans back in his chair, cracks a beer, and lights another cigarette, ignoring the voices in his head telling him that this is too much too fast. fuck them. “tell me about space, gorgeous.”

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“open it, gorgeous,” nigel urges, leaning back in his chair and smirking.

adam eyes the gift-wrapped box on the table between them, cheeks heating up. he looks around the crowded restaurant in embarrassment (and arousal), once again making awkward eye contact with the mid-tier influencers dining at the table next to them.

“you got me a present?” he asks tentatively.

“several,” nigel affirms, sliding the box closer to him.

this (gorgeous, mysterious, sexy, european) man is buying him things already? “nigel, it’s our first date,” he reminds both of them halfheartedly.

“i don’t give a fuck. it’s my money, gorgeous, i have lots of it, and i do what i fucking want with it. open it,” the other man snaps back lovingly.

so adam unties the bow on top, tears at the star-printed wrapping paper until the box is bare, and lifts the lid.

and then he slams the lid back down. “nigel, i cannot open this in public,” he whispers in a panic.

nigel’s smirk widens. “i’m sorry, doll, i didn’t mean to make you nervous. we can open it together, later. daddy just wanted to see the look on your pretty face when you opened the box.”

oh. wow. okay, he’s clearly trying to butter me up, adam thinks. but i definitely want to let him.

he tucks a curl behind his ear, feeling his cheeks get even redder. “they’re nice, daddy. thank you.”

“no thanks necessary, gorgeous,” nigel insists, giving adam a wink.

adam gulps and lifts the lid once more with another glance in either direction, this time actively ignoring the influencers’ judgmental gazes. his eyes rove over the gifts— no doubt expensive— with a small smile. he chuckles. “is everything you got me somehow related to astronomy?”

“well you really fucking like space, don’t you?” nigel retorts. “i don’t have much else to go on.”

“i do really fucking like space,” adam tries in a burst of spontaneity, laughing. “that was fun to say.”

nigel’s eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise. he chuckles, low and sultry. adam’s heart flutters. “taking after me, gorgeous?”

adam bites his lip, hoping he looks sexy. am i really going to say this, he thinks? oh god, i am. “i like it when you swear. it makes you sound… dangerous.”

nigel licks his lips. “do you now, baby? little fucking vixen.”

OH. okay, that’s gonna be a big thing for me, adam thinks. “nigel, not— not now,” he reprimands, shifting in his chair, suddenly hyper aware of the agonizing way the front of his jeans rubs against his hardening length. he’s been aroused ever since they sat down to eat— just from studying the man in front of him. the way nigel nervously plays with his lighter, flicking the safety on and off, making the big veins in his hands pulse. the way his chest hair peeks out of his navy blue button down, taunting adam to touch and tug. the way his silver hair falls in his eyes and the way he flicks it away. the deep, seductive timbre of his voice, the hypnotizing cadence of his accent. his arms, and the way his muscles shift as he perches his head in his hands. how could adam not be aroused? in fact, he thinks he deserves some credit for keeping his composure, especially after seeing nigel’s gift— gifts.

nigel just grins again. “i’m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to get you all hot and bothered.”

adam scoffs. “that’s exactly what you meant to do, nigel. just because i play innocent doesn’t mean i actually am. don’t lie.”

nigel flicks his lighter closed, a newfound glint in his eye. he smiles with his teeth this time as he says, “there we go, baby, there’s that fucking fire. love it when you sass me, gorgeous, it’s such a good look on you.”

oh, he’s provoking me on purpose, adam thinks. he really likes it when i get firm with him? most people hate that, or think i’m unreasonable. but nigel continues to surprise.

adam blushes and fiddles with a napkin. “you like it when i’m fiery?”

“yes, baby,” nigel confirms, chuckling. “i see how you try to edit yourself, hold yourself back. you don’t have to fucking do that with me.”

adam smiles warmly, suddenly melting into his chair, completely relaxed. “okay. then i won’t.”

nigel nods and smiles back. “there’s a good boy.”

adam sucks in a sharp breath and bites his lip. he reminds himself that under no circumstances is it ever socially acceptable to touch yourself in a public place, much less in a restaurant where so-called “influencers” in the periphery are recording every course of their extensive meal on instagram live.

he decides, instead, to broach the subject that’s been on his mind since last night. nigel doesn’t want him to hold back, right? god, adam really hopes so. “nigel, can i ask you a question?”

nigel shrugs. “ask away, gorgeous.”

adam looks at the man in front of him, really looks— sees the tattoos, the scars on his hands, his wallet stuffed with cash… and he needs to know. “nigel… are you dangerous?”

nigel’s eyebrows raise at that. there’s a flicker of something in his eyes— a memory, perhaps— and it’s gone too quickly for adam to decipher. “i won’t lie to you, adam. i used to be. but i left that life behind. i still get… angry, sometimes. but i try my fucking hardest to keep it in check.”

adam sighs in relief. silently, he’s a little thrilled— that’s interesting, he thinks. maybe i’m aroused by his capacity for danger? i’ll unpack that later. “okay. i just needed to know. thank you for being honest. i lead a pretty steady life, and if i’m going to have a partner, he needs to be someone i can depend on.”

nigel looks wistful and far away. adam wonders where he went. “i understand, gorgeous. you deserve the fucking world. you don’t need any of that fucking bullshit in your life.”

adam frowns. “neither do you, nigel,” he says softly, taking nigel’s big hand in his. “you deserve a lot more. i hope you know that.”

nigel looks caught off guard. “thank you, angel,” he says, kissing the other man’s hand.

adam knows, without the nigel having to say, that he has never been told, much less shown, what he’s worth. not just as a capable sexual and romantic partner, but as a human being. adam feels all that love nigel has to give, bubbling beneath the surface and threatening to burst, manifesting itself in bouts of anger and violence. to cope with a world that has rejected him over, and over, and over, he’s masked his overwhelming compassion— albeit very well— with cynicism, indifference, and fury. adam wants to rip the mask off.

he squeezes nigel’s hand.

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when they get to adam’s place, he pulls nigel straight to his bedroom by the hand. and no way is nigel going to say a fucking thing about it.

nigel takes in the room— dim lighting, a small desk with a telescope by the window, some theater playbills and space artwork on the walls, and a huge fucking king size bed with— of course— galaxy bedsheets. he whistles. “nice spot, gorgeous. can i smoke?”

“sure. thank you, nigel,” his angel says, blushing. “you can sit on the bed, if you’d like.”

“don’t mind if i fucking do,” nigel responds, pulling adam into his lap as he squeals. “mmm, there we go.”

“nigel!” adam giggles, relishing in the physical contact.

the older man groans when adam squirms on his lap, making his cock twitch between adam’s cheeks. “fuck.”

“oh,” adam gasps, stilling his movements. “nigel, you’re hard.”

jesus christ, this kid. nigel huffs. “i know, baby.”

adam looks down at nigel’s bulge, then up into his eyes. “do you want me to suck your cock? i’d like to, is what i mean.”

nigel squeezes his eyes shut as his cock pulses, making adam gasp again. “fuck, gorgeous. that sounds fucking perfect. in a little bit, yeah? daddy wants you to open your presents properly first.”

“okay, daddy, yes,” adam agrees, plucking the gift box up from the bedside table.

nigel bites his lip in anticipation, studying adam’s face as he delicately removes each item: a set of three glow-in-the-dark galaxy anal plugs; a starry night lingerie set; a necklace with a glass orb charm, the solar system suspended inside.

“daddy, it’s all so beautiful,” his angel says with wide eyes. “how much did all this cost?”

nigel clucks his tongue and whispers in adam’s ear. “none of that now, angel. what did daddy say before?”

adam blushes. “it’s your money, you have lots of it, and you do what you fucking want with it,” he repeats quietly.

nigel brushes a perfect curl behind a perfect ear. “that’s fucking right, baby. let daddy buy you nice things so he can show you how much he appreciates you, gorgeous.”

“okay, daddy.” adam swallows, and how is even his adam’s apple fucking perfect? “do you want me to… put them on?”

nigel grins. “i’d fucking love a fashion show, gorgeous.”

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adam eyes himself in the full-length bathroom mirror with unease. he tugs at the frilly hem of his panties, adjusting the ribbons on either hip that hold the garment up. the plug inside him shifts, and he gasps. it’s the biggest of the set, and the cold pressure of the glass feels grounding despite his nerves. he clenches and unclenches around it to center himself as he fastens his bra in the mirror, making sure the bow nestled between the cups is perfectly centered. he prays he looks okay.

he fiddles with the pendant around his neck, examining the way the tiny planets shimmer in the dim light of the bathroom. for some reason, this reassures him; the fact that nigel could think, does think him worthy of something so beautiful, so glistening and luminous. the little sun glints and catches in the light, refracting against the white tile walls and sparking something within adam. he opens the bathroom door and steps out.

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nigel coughs out smoke when he catches a glimpse of adam in the doorway. he’s fucking speechless. no matter how many fucking times he imagined this, nothing could prepare him for the reality of seeing his angel dressed up like this. as predicted, the lingerie fits him like a fucking glove, and the dark blue fabric compliments his milky skin perfectly. the way the bra sculpts his gorgeous pecs makes nigel want to lick and bite along the soft, sensitive skin. the panties perfectly outline his substantial length, and frames his supple ass like a fucking dream. his juicy thighs press together in nervousness, and his long, clean-shaven legs wobble as he walks toward nigel on the bed. his necklace swings in the air, reflecting light around the room and highlighting his frail collarbones, making him look like some sort of celestial space nymph. nigel is fucking in love. his cigarette, forgotten, ashes onto the floor.

“oh, gorgeous, look at you,” nigel breathes, wrapping his arms around his angel’s waist. his skin is even fucking softer than it looks. nigel wants to cry.

“do you like it, nigel?” the angel asks, smiling coyly. 

nigel lets out a huge breath, pulling adam between his legs by the waist and gazing up into his eyes. “do i like it? baby, i fucking love it. you’re fucking stunning, adam.” he brings a hand up to caress a perfect cheek. “you’re a shining star.”

adam’s eyelashes flutter as he leans into the gentle touch. “nigel,” he purrs.

nigel gives a perfect hip a tiny squeeze. “turn around for me, angel, let daddy see.”

adam obeys with a gasp at the grip of nigel’s rough hands on his ass, letting out a soft “daddy…”

“fuck, angel,” nigel curses, feeling his angel up for all he’s worth; splaying his hands across adam’s backside, thumbing his back dimples, jiggling his asscheeks with his palms. “you have such a beautiful fucking body. fuck. look at this gorgeous ass.” he gives it a little slap for emphasis, watching it bounce.

adam moans softly as the plug inside him is jostled. “oh, daddy…”

“sweet boy,” nigel praises, spinning adam around once more. “come here, come kiss daddy.”

adam leans down and brushes his lips against nigel’s as the older man squeezes his ass. he nibbles at nigel’s bottom lip with his teeth, and then finally plants one on him, wet and sloppy and full of tongue. nigel kisses back with similar fervor, wondering if he’s ever been happier in his fucking life.

their kisses grow more and more heated. nigel’s calloused hands continue to knead and spank adam’s ass. adam has his hands in nigel’s hair, mussing it up and tugging at it when nigel bites his lower lip. the wet smack of lips echoes about the bedroom.

adam breaks the kiss first, panting against nigel’s lips. “daddy, please…”

jesus, this boy sounds so fucking pretty when he begs. nigel’s cock throbs. “fuck, angel, you’ve got daddy so fucking hard. what do you need, sweet boy?”

adam drops to his knees, rubbing his hand over nigel’s tented crotch. “please, daddy, let me suck it.”

nigel sucks in a breath as adam gets to work unzipping his fly. “oh, fuck, beautiful.”

his angel mouths at his dick over the fabric of his boxers, looking up at the older man with wide eyes. “stay still, daddy, just relax. you can keep smoking, if you want.”

oh, this kid is planning to ruin him for anyone else, isn’t he? nigel brings his cigarette to his lips, watching and groaning as adam finally takes his cock out. “oh FUCK, angel.”

adam gasps, giving nigel an experimental stroke, to which nigel grunts. “oh, daddy, it looks even bigger in person. bigger than any cock i’ve ever had. it’s gonna feel so good inside me.”

“jesus fuck, adam,” nigel groans, pinching a perfect cheek as the younger man spits in his palm and continues to stroke, slow and steady. “you’re gonna make daddy come before he even gets a chance to fucking touch you, talking like that.”

adam stills his hand, frowning. “mm-mm, daddy, remember what i said. thirty to forty-five minutes, and then you can come all you want.”

“so bossy. why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use, angel?” nigel tangles his fingers in adam’s curls, tugging him down until his breath is ghosting over the tip of nigel’s dick.

adam grins and, pulling nigel’s foreskin back, darts his tongue out to lap at the precum oozing from the head of his dick, swirling it in circles. nigel groans. “oh, fuck. that’s it, baby. mmm.”

adam looks up at nigel and kisses the tip with a tiny hum, gripping him at the base and slapping his cock against his cheeks. “such a big cock, daddy.”

nigel throws his head back. “fuck. i know, angel. why don’t you put it in your mouth?”

the younger man hums and resumes his teasing kisses and licks at the head, kneading his balls at the same time. clearly, this twink is gonna take his damn time. “you taste good, daddy,” he praises.

nigel impatiently bucks his hips, driving his cock into adam’s mouth with a huge groan. “ohhh FUCK, there we go, baby. mmm. that feels so nice on daddy’s cock. go on, angel, suck.”

adam’s little chokes and whines at the intrusion, combined with the wet heat of his throat spasming around nigel’s dick, almost makes him come immediately. he grits his teeth and takes another drag from his cigarette, flicking ash onto a small tray as adam starts to really go to town on him. star cocksucker, isn’t he? he gazes incessantly at nigel while he sucks, bobbing his head faster and faster, slobbering around him so much that spit and precum cascade down his chin and onto his hairless chest. as he sucks, he lets out obscene slurping and gagging noises, fondling nigel’s balls and arching his back so the older man can admire the curves of his ass. the whole time, nigel murmurs low, gravelly praises and encouragements— “just like that, angel, fuck,” “such a perfect fucking mouth,” “that’s it, baby, choke on it,” “fuck, you’re so good at that.” only when adam teases the pronounced vein on the underside of nigel’s cock with his skilled tongue, and nigel lets out a “FUCK, you’re gonna make me fucking come,” does adam let up. he reluctantly pulls himself off his daddy’s cock, giving one last kiss to the head.

nigel takes a drag, admiring his messy angel. he doesn’t know why, but the sight of his dick connected to adam’s mouth by a string of saliva sends nigel over the fucking edge.

he leaves the cigarette in his mouth, kicks his pants off, grabs his angel by the waist and throws him onto his back on the bed. adam squeals. “daddy!” he giggles, spreading his legs and arching his back while nigel watches intently.

nigel covers him with his weight, groaning as he rubs his pelvis against adam’s soaked panties. “did you enjoy yourself, angel? i know how much you like doing that. you almost made daddy fucking come,” he grunts in his angel’s ear, throwing his cigarette butt onto the tray.

adam gasps, bringing his hands up to (finally) tug at his daddy’s chest hair. “yes, daddy, i did. your cock feels so nice in my mouth.”

nigel moans, nipping and licking at adam’s neck, desperately rutting against him. “FUCK, baby, i’m so close. gonna fuck you nice and hard like this, angel.”

adam whines as nigel continues to pepper his neck and collarbone with hickeys. “yes, daddy, please, please fuck me now.”

nigel doesn’t need to be fucking told twice. he practically rips his shirt off, then lifts adam’s legs over his head and pulls his panties to the side, exposing his cock and plugged hole. he studies his angel: his bony frame and the pronounced v of his hips; his long, fucking adorable leaking cock; his freshly-shaved ballsack; his perfect taint; his fluttering hole. he’d expected adam to start with the smallest one, and finding the biggest one instead sends him into fucking orbit.

“oh, gorgeous, fuck, look at that. such a greedy hole.” nigel grips the base of the plug, teasing adam’s balls as he thrusts the plug gently in and out, watching the tiny entrance stretch.

adam rocks his hips in time with nigel’s movements, moaning louder and louder as the plug brushes his prostate. “OH! daddy, daddy, nigel, please, please, i can’t take it anymore. please fuck me, daddy.”

nigel fucks the plug in and out a few more times, and then removes it altogether, relishing in his angel’s subsequent whine. he tosses it onto the floor and guides his cock to adam’s quivering hole, teasing it with the head, spreading precum along his rim. both men gasp at the sensation. “OH, fuck,” nigel groans.

“oh, daddy,” adam whines, finding a bottle of lube and sitting up to drizzle some onto nigel’s hard length. he lays back down and brings his legs around nigel’s waist, tugging him forward, a silent plea for more. nigel yanks adam’s hands above his head with one big hand, trapping him underneath his weight. the men gaze into each other’s eyes, taking mental snapshots of this moment.

nigel smiles warmly as he strokes himself, spreading cold lube up and down the length of his dick. “i know you wanted to see my face while i fuck you, baby. is this alright?”

adam nods immediately. “yes, nigel, it’s perfect. please, daddy.”

“okay, baby, here it comes,” nigel says, squeezing adam’s wrists together with one hand and tapping his lubed cock against adam’s hole with the other. He begins to press inside the tight entrance. the head of his dick pops inside, and adam’s hole sucks him in, coaxing him forward. “OH FUCK.”

adam’s mouth drops open. “OH!”

nigel pants into the younger man’s ear, adjusting to the sensation of being inside his angel. “FUCK, that’s tight. oh FUCK, adam.”

“more, daddy, please, fill me up!” adam begs. and who is nigel to fucking deny him?

so he presses in the first few inches, holding adam as he shakes. “oh, fuck yes, baby. mmmm. you’re so fucking tight, angel.”

“OH MY GOD, you’re soooo big, daddy,” adam responds, clenching around nigel to beckon him forward.

and it fucking works. nigel slips a few inches deeper with a low groan. “OHHH, fuck yeah, that’s it, adam. fuck, such a nice hole for daddy. knew you’d be so ready for it. like that big cock in you, angel?”

“OH! yes, daddy, i love it! it feels amazing like this, so— so deep!” adam pants and whines, squeezing his eyes shut as nigel slides forward a few inches more. “OH, DADDY, YES!”

“uh-uh, look at daddy, baby boy,” nigel commands, his inner monologue a constant stream of just fucking hold it in, nigel… ten more seconds, and then you can come… “daddy wants to look into your pretty eyes while he fucks that little hole, yeah?”

adam’s cock jolts. “OH! y—yes, daddy,” he agrees, opening his eyes wide.

“perfect, sweetheart, just like that. only a few more inches, yeah? you can do it, baby,” nigel murmurs, brushing curls out of his angel’s face.

adam moans. his voice shakes when he says, “oh, yes, daddy, i want to feel all of it.”

what a good little cockslut, nigel thinks. “mmm, you will, gorgeous,” he says, giving adam a kiss on the cheek as a final warning before snapping his hips hard until his balls meet adam’s ass. “OH, FUCK!”

and his angel’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “OH, NIGEL! DADDY! YES!”

nigel presses his forehead to adam’s. “FUCK, angel. you feel fucking amazing.”

“so do you, nigel, i— oh god… it feels so nice… i love having a big cock inside me, daddy, please, please move, please fuck me now,” adam babbles.

nigel groans, dick pulsing inside his angel’s tight heat. “fuck. better get fucking used to this cock, baby, it’s the only one you’re gonna get from now on.”

“i know, daddy, i know, i only want your cock, daddy, i promise, need you to fuck me with that big dick, please, pleasepleaseplease,” adam begs, clenching around him for emphasis.

nigel feels like he’ll burst at any moment, the way adam’s fucking begging for his cock. he steadies himself on his knees, still gripping adam’s wrists above his head, pulling down the bra and pinching a nipple with his other hand. adam yelps and clenches tight around him, so nigel does it again. he chuckles. “okay, sweetheart, you asked for it.”

without further ado, nigel pulls back almost all the way and thrusts forward, fucking into adam deep and hard. he gazes into the younger man’s eyes as he penetrates him. “OH, YEAH, FUCK.”

and adam fucking screams. his eyes widen as nigel continues to pound into him, the wet smack of their bodies coming together filling the room. “OHOHOH! YESYESYES! GIVE IT TO ME DADDY! ITSSOBIGITSSOBIGITSSOBIG!” he chants.

nigel lets out frantic grunts as he pistons into his wailing boy’s body. “fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

adam tries his best to rock back against the man pinning him down, swiveling his hips in rhythm with nigel’s deep thrusts. he keeps his eyes open, per nigel’s request, staring fixedly at him as he’s fucked hard. “DADDY— IT— OH— FEELS SO— SO GOOD! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!”

nigel takes himself out all the way, then thrusts back in. “FUCK. fucking hell, baby.”

“OH GOD!” adam screams. “NIGEL, YESYESYES! DO THAT AGAIN!”

so nigel pulls out and pushes back in again, and again, and again. “fuck baby, that shit is so fucking good.”

and adam looks like he’s completely lost his shit. he shivers as nigel thrusts back in, cock jumping between them and leaving their stomachs tacky with the mess of precome gathering at the slit. “FUCK!” nigel yells as his balls tighten, approaching orgasm.

he stills inside adam, changing his angle to nail the boy’s prostate, giving fast, shallow thrusts so the head rubs against it. adam shakes beneath his daddy as he screams, “OH YESYESYES! RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE! OH, NIGEL, I’M GONNA COME!”

nigel doubles down on his thrusts, desperate to see his boy finish. “FUCK. me too, angel. that’s it, baby boy, you can do it. come on daddy’s cock now.”

adam lets out a final broken wail as he comes between them in thick streams of white, clenching impossibly tight around nigel’s cock. “OH! DADDYDADDYDADDY!” he cries.

and that just about fucking does it. nigel sheathes himself fully one last time as his cock pulses and begins to fill his angel’s hole. “FUCK. OHHHH, fuck yes, baby. OH, adam. FUCK.”

adam gasps as his cock lets out a final valiant spurt of come at the sensation of being filled. “OH, yes, daddy, yes, come inside me. OH, that feels so nice.” he giggles.

nigel tucks his face into the crook of adam’s neck and wraps his arms around his head as he continues to come, licking at the beads of sweat he finds there. “fuck. mmm, my sweet boy. you like daddy filling you up?”

“oh, yes, daddy, it feels so good. i love being creampied.” adam giggles again and runs his hands through nigel’s chest hair.

nigel chuckles. “naughty boy. what a little slut you are, adam.”

adam nods bashfully. how this kid can be bashful with a fucking cock inside him is beyond nigel. “yes, daddy, i know. i love cock.”

“i can see that, angel,” nigel agrees, beginning to pull out.

“no,” adam urges, clenching around him, milking more come from his sensitive dick. “stay, daddy, please.”

“fuck, angel. you like how i fill you up, huh?”

adam kisses nigel’s cheek. “yes, daddy, your cock feels amazing, i’ve never felt so full before. it feels so nice inside me.”

jesus christ, this kid is gonna give me a fucking heart attack, nigel thinks. “fuck. it sure does, angel. if daddy could fuck you again right now, he would.”

adam giggles again and tangles nigel’s chest hair around a finger, furrowing his brows in sudden intensity. “daddy, can i ask you a question?”

“of course you fucking can, angel. what is it?”

“do you want to make me yours? i really want to be yours. not just in the bedroom, but… in life, i want to be with you. i think we’re very compatible, you make me happy, and you don’t ask me to change anything about myself. and i’d like you to be my boyfriend, if… if you want me,” adam confesses softly.

“oh, my sweet angel,” nigel says quietly, stroking a perfect cheek. “you’re extremely fucking misinformed if you think i’m ever gonna let you go.”

tears begin to form in adam’s eyes. “daddy,” he says, leaning up to kiss the older man.

nigel leans into the kiss, sliding his tongue against his boy’s. he pulls back and looks into those gorgeous big blue eyes, wondering yet again if he dreamed this man into existence. “my beautiful shining star,” he whispers, brushing adam’s tears away. “daddy’s going to make you his forever.”

adam can’t really tell if this is a threat or a promise. their lips meet again, and somehow, he can’t bring himself to care.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

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everything is ready. adam will be home any fucking minute now. shit. fuck. goddammit. nigel wipes the sweat from his brow with a shaky hand and finishes the last of the place settings. he triple checks his pocket and continues to frantically pace around the dining room, rehearsing his speech in his head and sucking on a cigarette like his life depends on it. and it fucking does.

right on cue, he hears the jingling of keys and the turn of the lock, and he’s off like a fucking shot, opening the door for his boyfriend, helping him with his jacket and bag.

adam grins and throws his arms around nigel’s neck, planting a kiss on his cheek with a hum. “hi, daddy.”

nigel wraps his arms around adam’s waist and kisses him deep, tasting the soda and sour candy his boyfriend likes to snack on. he brushes a stray curl behind an ear. “hey there, angel. how was work?”

the younger man melts into his boyfriend’s touch with a sigh, exhausted and deliciously pliant after yet another long day. he nuzzles nigel’s jaw. “oh, you know, it was fine. like… what’s that phrase you taught me?”

nigel thinks. “fuck bitches, get money?”

adam frowns, and he’s still fucking beautiful. “no, the other one.”

nigel thinks harder. “i’m sweating like a whore in church?”

“no, the other one.”

“same shit, different day?” nigel tries.

adam’s face lights up once more. “yes, that one.”

the older man chuckles and kisses his angel again. “well, hopefully i made tonight at least a little fucking special. why don’t you join me in the dining room, gorgeous?”

“nigel, you know i don’t like surprises,” adam warns, following with hesitation.

nigel grips his hand and squeezes, praying his fucking hands aren’t clammy. fuck, he’s so nervous. “you’ll like this surprise, baby, just trust me.”

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when they arrive at their destination, adam gasps, taking in the room. candles crackle and flicker, surrounding the extravagant floral centerpiece of their dining table, set for two. their usual modest place settings have been exchanged for new glassware— little galaxy-printed plates and whiskey tumblers engraved with constellations— that glisten in the candlelight.

the food itself has adam’s mouth watering— strawberries dipped with what he can only assume to be white chocolate dyed with blue and purple food coloring, studded with little fondant stars and brushed with powdered sugar to resemble the night sky. soft, romantic piano music echoes from a speaker, swelling at exactly the right moment— when adam’s gaze lands on a steaming bowl of mac and cheese. is this a fairytale?

“nigel, this is beautiful,” adam breathes in disbelief. “you did all this for me?”

“of course i fucking did,” nigel returns, wrapping his arms around his angel’s waist from behind and kissing his neck, voice whisky-smooth in his ear. “happy six months, gorgeous.”

adam blushes. “happy anniversary, daddy,” he purrs, turning around to kiss his boyfriend. but nigel lets go of his waist and drops to one knee.

at first, adam thinks nigel’s going to reach for his belt buckle. “nigel, shouldn’t we eat first? the mac n cheese will get cold— OH.”

nigel fishes something out of his pocket, hands shaking as he holds it up.

and it’s a ring box.

“nigel,” adam whispers with wide eyes, heart racing.

“adam, baby, listen.” nigel clears his throat, eyes misty and glittering in the candlelight as he stares up at his boy. he huffs and clears his throat. “fuck. i’m not as good with words as you are, baby, but here it goes. when—”

“yes,” adam blurts out, beginning to cry. “yes! yes, nigel, of course.”

“oh, adam.” nigel rises, and his legs are wobbly, and he feels like he’s floating, and he’s never felt so grateful to be alive. he hugs adam tight, but not quite tight enough to bruise, to suffocate, to suggest that he’s afraid his angel might vanish into thin air. (progress.)

he chokes up as he kisses adam’s tears away, and soon their tears mingle. they stand like that for several moments, crying softly and cradling one another fiercely in the dim light of the dining room.

nigel rocks them back and forth as adam’s sniffles lessen. “oh, baby, shh, it’s okay. my shining star. shhh, it’s alright.” he chuckles. “you didn’t even let me make my speech, gorgeous.”

adam hiccups and laughs. “i’m sorry, daddy, i got excited.” he lets his boyfriend— fiance— kiss his (now runny) nose. “make your speech, and i’ll listen.”

nigel squeezes adam’s hip and gets back into position, staring up at his shining star. he swallows the lump in his throat as he begins. “adam.”

adam sniffles and nods, a silent gesture for him to continue. so he does.

“when i left bucharest and came here, i was…” nigel shakes his head, as if to wipe away the memory. “i was broken. i had nothing, no one. my closest friends were business connections. the woman i thought was the love of my life rejected me for another man. i found myself wondering why i didn’t die that night, on the dock.” adam cups nigel’s face in sympathy, resisting the urge to rant once again about giving gabi a piece of his mind.

“i spent most of my days working, drinking, trying to distract myself from how utterly shit i was feeling. and none of it worked.” nigel clears his throat, smiling. “and then i downloaded tinder.”
adam laughs, gripping nigel’s unoccupied hand and squeezing.

“honestly, i didn’t fucking know what i was looking for when i did,” nigel continues. “but then i saw your profile, and i knew it was you.”

that’s when adam starts to cry again, tears cascading down his face and splotching against nigel’s button down. he considers the trajectory of his entire life, experiences good and bad, and how it’s all led up to this one perfect moment. nigel soothes him with a thumb brushing his wrist.

“i know you say that it’s factually impossible, and in reality it’s the tinder algorithm or whatever the fuck, but the universe brought me to you, baby.” adam rolls his eyes at that, even as he encouragingly squeezes nigel’s hand.

and if that one fucking gesture doesn’t capture everything about adam that nigel loves— unequivacle sassiness, unflinching practicality, unwavering compassion for those he loves— god, he’s so fucked without this man. he peppers kisses on adam’s knuckles, the vibration of his low voice sending goosebumps up the younger man’s arm as he gets to the meatiest part of his speech.

“these past six months have been the happiest of my entire fucking life. i didn’t—” he chokes out a sob, staring into those beautiful big blue eyes (his safety net). “i didn’t think i could ever feel this way. that i— i deserved to feel this way.”

adam strokes his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. the candlelight flashes across his face, casting shadows against the walls of the dining room and illuminating him as some sort of magnificent, radiating specter. nigel swallows and keeps going, gazing straight into his angel’s searching eyes.

“most of the time, i still feel like i don’t deserve you, but i do know one thing, and that’s that i was fucking made to love you, adam,” he declares. “all this time, i thought i’d lost the love of my life, and he was still across the world, waiting for me.”

“oh, nigel,” adam exclaims, bursting into tears once again.

“oh, sweetheart, i know. just a bit more, baby, i promise, i’m almost done,” nigel reassures, pressing his forehead to adam’s stomach and breathing in tandem with the rise and fall of his ribcage. several droplets sprinkle onto the top of his head as the man above him catches his breath.

nigel takes a deep breath and pulls back, steeling himself as he concludes his speech. “on our first date, you asked me to make you mine,” he says softly. “do you remember that, gorgeous?”

adam nods fondly, recalling that first night they spent together, and his own fateful admission.

i really want to be yours. if… if you want me.

“well now i’m asking you, adam. spend the rest of your life with me.” nigel nixes his scheduled dramatic pause in favor of getting this fucking ring on his angel’s perfect goddamn finger as soon as possible. he pops open the box and finally spits it out. it comes out breathy and broken, leaving his mouth like air from a burst balloon. “marry me, gorgeous.”

adam lets out a soft “oh” at the sight of the ring. encased within the simple black band is a miniature night sky, winking in the light as his daddy rises and slides it onto his finger.

“yes,” adam says simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. he intertwines his fingers with nigel’s and leans in for a kiss.

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ONE WEEK AFTER

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shrouded in the fluorescent fairy light of their canopied bed, nigel listens to his angel lecture on the stars and constellations. his back to the headboard, adam in his lap, he lights another cigarette.

it’s been seven days since he proposed, and seven days they’ve spent fucking like rabid animals in every corner of the house. eventually, they’d given up on clothes altogether, the only items left standing being their matching rings, adam’s trusty glow-in-the-dark plug, as well as nigel’s gold chain (per adam’s request). after their most recent foray— in which nigel fucked adam’s face for half an hour— they both needed a break; adam, to look at the stars, and nigel, to smoke and look at his star.

now, adam’s telescope projects through the glass hatch in the ceiling that nigel built for nights like these (most nights). naked and extremely serious, balancing the telescope in his lap, adam strains to peer through the lens. “someday, everything you see here will disappear forever,” he summarizes, snuggling closer to the man behind him. “eventually, the night sky will be almost completely dark.”

“and even then, i’ll still love you,” nigel whispers into his ear.

adam grants his fiance a disbelieving look. “nigel, that makes no sense. we’ll both be long dead.”

“but our love will never die,” nigel retorts, taking a drag, blowing smoke and biting a perfect earlobe.

“oh, i see, you’re being hyperbolic.” adam coughs and swats him away with a giggle.

“sure, whatever the fuck that means.” nigel takes another puff and proceeds to attack his fiance with kisses. adam continues to giggle and indulge him, until they almost knock the telescope over.

the younger man meticulously packs it up and moves it to the corner of the room, then returns to his seat in nigel’s lap with a sigh, straddling him and taking the cigarette from his mouth for a kiss. nigel makes a surprised/pleased noise against his mouth, stinking (as usual) of smoke and beer.

“well hello there, gorgeous,” nigel murmurs, thumbing adam’s back dimples.

“hi, daddy,” adam says coyly, rolling his hips against nigel’s semi. “i’m gonna ride you now, and then we’ll go to sleep,” he instructs, reaching behind him to take his plug out.

“damn baby, okay. ride away, sweet boy. oh fuck.” nigel tips his head back against the headboard as adam grips his cock, lubes it up, and shimmies down, not stopping until his daddy is all the way inside. “that’s it. shit, baby, mmm.”

“OH, daddy!” adam pants, swerving his hips immediately to find the right spot. “mmmm, OH i needed this.”

“there we go. go on, baby, ride,” nigel encourages, spreading two big palms on his boy’s generous ass and giving each cheek a good smack.

“OH!” adam shudders and clenches around the older man, who groans in return. he giggles and rolls his hips faster, grinding against nigel’s balls with each undulation. “oh, that cock is so good. OH.”

“damn, angel, look at you riding like that,” nigel comments breathlessly, watching the concentration on his boy’s face as he tugs him back and forth onto his cock. “fuuuuck.”

adam clutches at nigel’s chest hair for leverage, giggling as he rides him harder. “oh, daddy, yes! oh god, nigel, it’s so deep!”

“you were made to take it, gorgeous. fuck.” nigel gives each sweet asscheek another slap, bucking his hips when adam quivers and clenches around him. “oh, FUCK, baby boy.”

“OH, daddy!” adam shuts his eyes tight and grinds down harder, faster, crying out, “YES! OH! DADDY!”

“god fucking DAMN, baby, that’s it.” nigel’s head thumps against the plush headboard with his boy’s movements. “FUCK. oh, my shining star.”

adam’s thighs are burning from the strain, but he doesn’t care. the stars twinkling bright above them, he continues to writhe atop his fiance’s lap, rolling his hips faster, and faster, and faster, practically ripping out nigel’s chest hair. “DADDY, OH GOD! YES!”

nigel grunts, trying his best to thrust up into his boy as he rides. he smirks as he hears the telltale snap of a wooden beam. “fuck, angel, you’re gonna break the fucking bed.”

“so buy me a new one,” adam retorts, grinning back and clenching around the man below him in retaliation.

nigel groans as adam begins to bounce up and down, fucking himself on his rigid cock. “jesus christ, adam. fuck.”

“OH, daddy!” the younger man exclaims, smacking his ass down against nigel’s balls. “god, it’s so good like this.”

“you’re so fucking beautiful like this, you know that?” the man below him reaches a trembling hand between them to tweak a perfect nipple, gazing up at his boy like he hung the fucking stars in the sky. “you’re mine, angel. fucking mine.”

“OH, daddy, close, i’m close,” adam warns, shutting his eyes as his hips stutter.

“FUCK, baby, that’s it.” nigel once again seeks out the meat of adam’s ass, kneading and slapping. then, he thumbs at the point where their bodies converge, forcing entrance into the already stuffed orifice. “go on, fucking come for daddy.”

when nigel’s thumb pops in alongside his cock, adam’s rim spasms. he screams bloody murder as he climaxes. “OH MY GOD, NIGEL! DAAAADDYYYY!”

nigel keeps his thumb and cock buried to the hilt as his boy’s walls throb around him. “OH, FUCK. there we are, angel, that’s it. there’s my good little slut.”

adam just trembles and tucks his head into the crook of his fiance’s neck. “oh, daddy,” he sighs, still gently rocking on the other man’s lap.

“oh, my sweet boy, look at that,” nigel murmurs into his ear, using his fingers to lick at the tackiness left on his stomach. “you came so hard for me.”

adam begins to twerk lazily on nigel’s dick. “i know, daddy,” he whispers. “i’ve been thinking about your cock all day. it’s so perfect, always makes me come so hard. i love being your little whore.”

and his matter-of-fact way of participating in dirty talk hasn’t failed him yet. he continues to shake his ass as nigel spills deep inside of him, gripping both of his cheeks, groaning and cursing in his angel’s ear.

“OHHH, FUUUCK, baby boy. mmmm. so fucking good.”

“oh, yes, daddy, breed me,” adam urges, tightening his muscles and giggling. he wonders if there’s a sound he loves more in the entire world than his daddy moaning down his ear as he comes.

“OH, naughty fucking thing,” the older man growls as another thick spurt of white coats his boy’s walls and dribbles down his thick length. “milking daddy’s cock like a good boy, hmm?”

“oh, yes, daddy.” adam swivels his hips once, twice, and then hops off nigel’s cock, moaning as he cleans it with his mouth.

“fuck, gorgeous. good boy, adam.” nigel ruffles adam’s curls and stares into those beautiful blue eyes.

when adam’s done, he kisses the tip of nigel’s cock and climbs back into his lap with a sigh. “that was perfect, daddy.”

“fuck, it sure was, angel,” nigel remarks, giving his boy a sloppy kiss.

adam bites nigel’s lower lip and lets it go with a coy smile. then, remembering the task at hand, he gives his daddy a stern look. “okay, tomorrow we are going to get out of bed, get dressed, and see the wedding planner, nigel. no excuses.”

“sure, gorgeous, if you can fucking walk in the morning,” nigel counters, flipping adam onto his back as he yelps.

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“nigel, can you please not smoke right before we go in?” adam tugs his fiance by the hand as he attempts to light a cigarette.

but nigel’s fucking lighter is dead. “looks like i’m not smoking anyway,” he grumbles as they approach the double doors of the wedding planner’s office.

as soon as they sit down, she offers them water, coffee, mimosas, even asks the couple how they’re doing. she’s nice enough, even if she did cheat me out of a cigarette, nigel thinks spitefully. he commends himself for containing his annoyance as she and adam discuss flower arrangements.

“well, i know we could go the more classic route, but the night he proposed, there were these beautiful flowers on the dinner table… i think it was an arrangement of baby’s breath, lavender, and blue roses,” adam says, taking a small sip of nigel’s mimosa.

“oh, that’s stunning,” she replies. “so in terms of color palette, dark colors, purples and blues?”

“yes!” adam nods. “yes, perfect.”

she makes a note. “i like your eagerness, adam. we’ll discuss more later. for now, i want to hear more about you two,” she says brightly. “how did you meet?”

adam blushes and looks to his soulmate. nigel squeezes his hand and gives him a wink.

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THE END

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