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Joey

We rolled until Callum was on his back, his legs opening just enough for me to settle on top of him without me hip-checking him in the balls. His hands instantly latched onto my face, tilting me for the best angle so he could delve deep with his tongue.

I moaned when he licked into my mouth, then nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it immediately after to ease the sting. He was everywhere all at once, consuming me like nothing I’d ever felt before. The fire he was stoking in my very soul burned brighter and hotter with every urgent lap, rushing taste, and sweeping pull he took from me.

When we broke apart to gasp for the air that we desperately needed, his glimmering eyes shone with such love and adoration that it made my heart weep that we’d wasted all those years apart. Even though I knew there was no way things would have worked romantically between us before now, it still hurt that we hadn’t been able to be closer, even if it was just via video calls.

I understood his decision to distance himself from me, though, especially before I turned eighteen. And by the time I was of an age where he would have felt comfortable approaching me, I was already a year into my relationship with Amelia. The timing had simply never aligned properly until our parents’ wedding, and then the dominoes started falling, one after the other, until there was nothing left to hold us apart anymore.

“Want you,” I panted, one hand grabbing at his t-shirt to lift it up his lean torso, the other braced against the mattress next to his shoulder to give me room so I wouldn’t crush him. “Need you. So bad.”

“You have me, mo lus na gréine .” His hands wandered down my sides, along my back, gripping my ass. Every soft touch of his fingertips sent shockwaves through me until I was vibrating with pleasure. “Always.”

Without conscious thought, my hips thrust against his again and again, every undulation grinding our hard cocks together through the thin material of our pants. We both still had our sweats on; I had nothing on underneath, and I presumed Callum didn’t want me to feel out of place, so he’d kept his on as well. Now though… Now I desperately wanted there to be nothing left between us so I could feel his skin against mine. The idea of feeling our bodies slide against each other, courtesy of our combined pre-cum, made my cock throb in anticipation.

After repositioning myself so I could straddle him, I pushed his t-shirt up to bunch around his collarbone, and I had room to finally lean down to lick and nibble at each of his nipples. With every concerted bite, he bucked against me, groaning his pleasure until the echo of it reverberated around the room.

Once I’d sucked both of his nipples until they were stiff, wet, and pronounced, he pushed me away so he could take his t-shirt off. I took the opportunity to remove my sweatshirt at the same time, tossing it to the side, not caring at all where it landed.

Spreading my hands wide over his chest, I groaned at the expanse of pale skin before me; a light smattering of his freckles were randomly dispersed on his torso, and they made me want to trace them all with my tongue. Figuring there was nothing stopping me from doing just that, I wiggled my way down his body so I could lap at each mark on his skin.

With every lap, I inched my way further down, snagging his sweats with my thumbs as I went. I pushed them down slowly, teasing not only Callum but myself. I desperately wanted to see the delicious cock that was tenting his pants, but I was loving the edging I was forcing on myself, knowing that the result would be worth it.

I could hear Callum going out of his mind above me and felt his muscles tense and release with every breath he took. Looking up his lean torso, I could see his head thrown back and his hands locked tight around the spindles of his bedhead, his elbows locked stiff from the tension he was forcing himself to endure as I nibbled my way along his hip bone.

Finally, I tugged his pants that last inch and was rewarded with the magnificent sight of his throbbing cock thwacking against his stomach. Deep red from the rush of blood that was pulsing through the prominent veins along his length, and a steady stream of pre-cum begging for me to lick and suck it from the tip. Stunning.

“Oh,” I sighed happily, pausing for a moment to absorb the exquisite sight in front of me. Callum already looked debauched, his hair in disarray as he writhed underneath me, and his hands still locked firmly on the headboard.

As soon as he realized I wasn’t moving, his eyes swung wildly around the room until they finally locked onto mine, a tiny frown appearing between his eyebrows. “Please…”

My tongue swept along my lips, and I was delighted to watch his eyes trace the movement. Grinning, I leaned to the side so I could tug his pants off entirely, freeing his legs so he could help kick them off. As soon as he was clear, I settled between his legs, not caring that I still had my pants on, because I was salivating at the thought of finding out whether his cock was as delicious as it looked.

I let my nose trail up his thigh until it met the trimmed thatch of deep red hair that held his cock, breathing in the clean mixed scent of his body wash and that natural masculine aroma that was all him.

He whined, thrusting against me enough that I had to brace my arm across his abdomen to stop him from moving, which, of course, only made him whine louder.

I chuckled softly then put him out of his misery by licking a straight swipe up his length and suckling at his cockhead.

Callum convulsed, his back bowing off the mattress, and he finally let his grip on the headboard go only to claw at my scalp, trying his best not to force my head down on him further.

I could feel him trying desperately to hold himself back, and I was having none of it. Pulling off his cock with a wet pop, I demanded, “Fuck my face, Callum. I need it as much as you do.” Placing one of my hands on his, I pushed my head down enough until I was sucking at his cock again so he got the message.

He didn’t need telling twice.

His fingers spasmed against my head, tightening in my hair to almost the point of pain. He gave a couple of tentative thrusts, each one going deeper than the last, until he built up a rhythm. With every push in, he dragged his cockhead against the roughness of my tongue until finally it met the top of my throat.

I groaned, then forced myself to relax my whole body. It’d been years since I’d done this, but I knew I wanted it. I wanted him to use me however he saw fit. I wanted him to bury his cock so far down that he could feel it if he placed his hand against my throat.

Three more cautious pulses to test how relaxed I was and then he let loose, fucking into my mouth fast and hard, holding my head at just the right angle so he could get maximum pleasure.

With every gurgle, I felt myself relax more, tears streaming down my cheeks as euphoria overtook me. My eyes found his, and I rejoiced in seeing him lost in his lust, his pupils completely blown out as he watched his cock disappear into my mouth again and again and again.

Just as I was sure that he was going to come down my throat, he roared, pulling my hair hard to lift my mouth off him.

Scrabbling at his thighs, I whined at the abrupt loss of him, the connection between us broken so suddenly.

“Too close,” he muttered. “Way, way too close.”

I coughed, wiping the back of my hand against my chin to clean up the copious amount of spit and precum that was spread there. “Isn’t that the point?” I asked, my voice ragged after the harsh workout he’d given my throat.

He groaned, cupping my cheek and wiping his thumb to clear the last of my tears. “As much as I enjoyed that, I would much rather come in your ass tonight.” I inhaled so quickly I coughed again, and his heated look turned apologetic and somewhat worried as he sat up. “I mean, only if that’s something you want, too.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” I said as soon as I could. I rolled off him and onto my back, toying with the top of my sweats. “Do you want to finish unwrapping me? Or should I?”

The worry on his face disappeared instantly, and his lust haze returned with a vengeance. “I want to.” He lightly straddled my thighs and ever so slowly dragged my pants down, letting me wiggle from side to side with every shift he made, allowing him to inch the material off. “Oh God, how I want to.”

Callum wasn’t as patient as I’d been, not pausing at all when my cock emerged from my pants. Rather, he ripped my pants off as soon as the waistband cleared my balls. There was a brief fight with one of my ankles getting caught up in the material, but he soon had me free and clear and as naked as I could be.

“My turn,” he said, smirking at me even while his attention was solely on my twitching cock. With more gentleness than I was expecting, he moved my knees up and apart until I was spread wide before him. He leaned down, letting each of my legs rest on his shoulders until he was comfortably eye to eye with my ass. He paused, then looked up at me. “Can you pass me a pillow?”

I scrambled for a pillow from beside me and tossed it down to him.

He sat up, lifting me by my knees, and shoved the pillow under my ass. “Better.” He settled back to where he was, then spread my ass-cheeks with his thumbs and gave my hole a firm lick before he looked up at me again with a wide grin on his face. “Much better.”

I groaned as I felt his tongue licking at my hole, circling the rim until it was soft enough for him to dip the tip in. I couldn’t stop myself from squirming under him, even though he had me locked into place, his thumbs digging into my ass hard enough that I was sure I’d have bruises tomorrow.

A chorus of grunts and slurps from him and mewls from me filled the room. I gripped the bedsheets in both fists tightly enough to ground me against the torment he was inflicting on me, knowing that the moment I wrapped my fingers around my cock, I’d blow. With every minute that passed, the more desperate I was for him to fuck me. “Callum… Please…”

His eyes opened and gazed up at me before he pulled away. I whined loudly when I realized he was releasing my legs, but he quieted me by letting one hand rest on me while he made his way to the bedside table. “Shh, mo lus na gréine . I’m not going anywhere. I’m just getting supplies.”

As soon as he’d grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom, he was back between my legs and tearing into the condom wrapper. He sheathed his cock, then poured lube into his waiting palm. He let the lube warm up a little in his palm before he dipped a finger into the waiting liquid and gently pressed against my rim.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he prepped me while he smothered me with kisses. One finger became two, then three. After brushing against my prostate on the first pass, which had been enough to make me yelp, he was studiously avoiding it as much as he could while he stretched me.

By the time he’d squeezed a third finger into me, I was climbing the walls with need. “I swear to God, Callum, if you don’t fuck me right this second, I’ll never talk to you again.”

He laughed, enough to make me feel the ripples of his amusement reverberate through me. “Yeah, okay.” He pulled back from me enough that he could see to coating the condom with the remaining lube, then he shuffled forward until I could feel the tip of his cock press against my ass, notched against my hole. “Bear down for me, mo lus na gréine .”

I did as he requested, gasping when I felt him guide his cockhead in. He felt huge .

He pushed gradually forward until he breached that first ring of muscle, and we both groaned at the sensation of him filling me. Now that he’d made sure he was firmly in me, he shifted until he could brace both hands next to my shoulders and hover over me. He held steady, waiting for me to give the go ahead for him to push into me more.

Gripping his waist tight, I took a couple of deep breaths to center myself and relax before I nodded, my eyes never leaving his.

He thrust slowly forward as I bore down, rejoicing in the feeling of fullness I was experiencing. There was very little pain because of the amount of prep he’d done, and sooner than I thought possible, I felt him bottom out.

I lifted my hands from his waist and cupped his jaw, drawing him down to me so I could kiss him. I saw his eyes glisten before they shut tight, his arms threading under my shoulders to hold me close as his mouth slanted against mine, our tongues dancing together. Moaning softly, he withdrew then pushed gently back in, the feeling enough to overwhelm us into breaking our kiss and staring at each other in wonder.

With every new thrust, we breathed in each other’s gasps, until we were nothing but smooth movement and emotion.

It was when I realized we were making love and not fucking like wild animals the way I’d expected that a wave of passion bigger than I’d ever felt before overwhelmed me enough that I felt my eyes tear up with happiness. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, my hands clawing at his ass to pull him in as close as he could possibly get until I was sure nothing could separate us.

This was where I wanted to stay. Him inside me, connected to me in the most intimate way possible, where nothing else existed outside the two of us.

With his face buried against my neck and my engorged cockhead rubbing against his abdomen, my climax flared quicker than I’d thought possible. One moment I was absorbing the sensations of him moving inside me, the next my body was tightening so much that it was impossible to stop the runaway freight train of my orgasm barrelling towards the finish line.

I let out a monstrous cry, and my cock jumped completely unaided, releasing stream after stream of cum between us.

I felt Callum’s movements stutter, and he thrust in twice more before plunging as deep as he could and holding there. Groaning, his cock kicked inside me, signaling his own release, and I found myself wishing that there was no barrier between us so I could feel his cum coat me from the inside.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight a welcome comfort as we both came down from our high. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the side of his head, nuzzling him through the tremors that were still rocking his body.

Once we’d both settled, he gently withdrew his softening cock. I lay there with a massive smile on my face as he went to get rid of the condom. He returned with a damp towel and wiped me down before he tossed it to the side then climbed back into bed with me. He rolled me onto my side so he could be the big spoon to my little, and I was so happily sated that I didn’t even realize I was falling asleep until the sound of his alarm woke me up the next morning.

He groaned at the buzzing of his phone and blindly swung a hand out to swipe at it on the bedside table. We’d changed position during the night; he’d rolled onto his back, and I was draped over him, my leg nestled comfortably between his, enough that I could feel his morning wood against my leg, and I was more than positive he could feel mine against his hip.

“Morning,” I murmured before nuzzling my forehead into his chest.

He tensed for a moment before he shifted slightly underneath me. “ Mo lus na gréine? ”

I chuckled softly against him before lifting my head and resting my chin on his chest so I could look at him. “One of these days, you’re going to have to tell me what that means.”

A look of shock and awe came over his face as he took me in. “It wasn’t a dream?”

I shook my head. “Did you want it to be?”

“God, no.” The widest smile I’d ever seen him give me graced his face as he lifted a hand to cup my cheek. “My sunflower.”

Utterly confused as to what he was saying, I felt myself frown. “What?”

He chuckled, threading his fingers through the mess of my hair. “My sunflower,” he repeated. “It’s what mo lus na gréine means.”

Keeping my chin on his chest, I tipped my head to the side. “You’ve been calling me a sunflower all this time?”

He smiled and nodded happily. “Not just a sunflower. My sunflower.”

“Whatever for?” This didn’t clear things up for me like I think he thought his explanation would.

His eyes softened. “Remember the first day we met? You were carrying a gigantic bouquet of sunflowers through the door. I asked if I should call you Joey or—”

“Or if you should call me Sunflower,” I finished for him as the memory of that day came back to me. “I remember.”

“Then I had the vision.” He smiled, still gently running his fingers through my hair. “I called you mo lus na gréine in the vision and you smiled at me with such love when I said it.” He pressed his lips together in a poor attempt to stifle his smile. “I couldn’t stop myself from calling you that from that point on.”

The warmth I felt from his explanation filled me quicker than I thought possible. I felt myself smile softly at him and let my fingertips dance lightly across his chest. “What made you change your mind about explaining it to me?”

He let out half a laugh, his cheeks pinking. “I told myself that I’d explain it the first time you asked after we’d made love.”

I felt a wide grin take over my face. “And here we are.”

His flush eased. “And here we are.” His eyes widened, and he looked at his bedside table before shuffling out from underneath me to reach the top drawer and rummage around in it. “I also said I’d give this to you when I explained.”

Wondering what he was doing, I sat up and crossed my legs before throwing the sheet over my lap.

When he rolled back over, he held his hand out to me, a small black box that looked a little worn around the edges in his palm. I peered at it curiously.

“This is yours.” He held it carefully in front of me. “It’s waited a long time for you.”

Tentatively, I reached for the little black box and opened it. Inside was a simple medallion, the type that would fit on a charm bracelet or necklace.

Engraved on it was a sunflower.

“Oh, Callum. It’s gorgeous.” I felt my eyes well as I let my finger slide gently along the edge.

“Look at the back.”

I looked up at him to see him nod in encouragement, a shine to his eyes that led me to think he was just as emotional as I was. I carefully lifted the medallion out of the box and flipped it over. On the back were the words do mo lus na gréine, and underneath that was the date we’d first met.

“It says for my sunflower ,” Callum said gently, his fingers gliding gently along my knee. “Look at the date on the receipt.”

I gripped the medallion in my hand like the precious gift that it was and looked in the little black box again. Folded neatly in the box's lid was a gift receipt. I carefully unfolded it and choked on an overwhelming sense of emotion when I saw the date.

A week after we’d first met.

“I didn’t know when I was going to be able to give this to you, mo lus na gréine , but I knew one day you’d hold it in your hands.” Sitting up in front of me, his eyes met mine, a single tear tracking down his cheek, but he made no move to dash it away, preferring to cup my cheek. “Just like you hold my heart.”

The tears that I was barely holding back fell from my eyes. “Callum…”

“You’re my anamchara , Joey.”

My ears pricked at hearing the name that our restaurant reservation had been under. I tilted my head in question, leaning more into his palm as I did so.

“Soulmate, mo lus na gréine .” He leaned forward enough to rest his forehead against mine. “ Anamchara means soulmate .”

Keeping hold of my precious gift in one hand, I let the little black box fall from the other, reaching up to grasp his nape, and closed the distance between us to kiss him, softly and sweetly. Before we got too carried away, I pulled back ever so slightly to grin at him. “Guess we should officially tell our parents that we’re together.”

The beaming smile he gave back to me lit the room up with joy before he pushed me backwards so he could scramble over me to kiss me. “Guess we should.”