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Piper looked magnificent. For a man who spends the majority of his days inside corpses, he cleaned up well. Not that he needed much cleaning up, of course, the man was gorgeous. It didn’t matter how many intestines he was holding, Galen considered him to be the most perfect male specimen in all of Archon’s Glory. No, that wasn’t accurate, Piper was the most perfect male specimen on this mortal plane and maybe even beyond. He looked so good, in fact, that getting through the ceremony was quite the struggle. Yes, yes, it was the best day of Galen’s life and, of course, he still couldn’t quite believe that Piper actually wanted to marry him - but he couldn’t focus on any of that when Piper looked so regal, so radiant, so perfect. Galen found himself unable to think about anything other than his aching desire to rip the man’s clothes off.
The ceremony was small and cozy which suited the two men just fine. Galen’s personal highlight had been Stephen’s toast in which he stated that he knew Piper was the one for his brother in arms on the day that Galen couldn’t stop telling him about spongiform erectile tissue. The very same spongiform erectile tissue was currently making itself known as Galen followed his husband into his - no, their - apartment.
They were going to move somewhere bigger soon, somewhere with two bedrooms to calm Galen’s gnawing anxieties, but for now he would be living in Piper’s apartment. They’d already set up a cot for Galen in the main room so that they could enjoy the pleasures of their marital bed without requiring Galen to journey to the Temple of the White Rat afterwards. He wasn’t comfortable even considering sharing a bed with Piper, not yet, but over the last few months he had begun to dare to let himself dream. The paladin was broken, and the scars that came from losing his God would never truly go away, but loving Piper made him think that maybe he could begin to heal at least a little bit. The doctor thought Galen was worthy and Galen trusted his opinion above all else so he had to concede that maybe there was hope for a man as damaged as he was.
As they entered their living space, Galen closed the door with his foot as he grabbed Piper around the waist, spun him around, and pushed his back against the door. The kiss was hard and passionate, Galen went in so roughly that he was surprised neither of them chipped a tooth. Not that it would have mattered, a chipped tooth was a small price to pay for the privilege of tasting his lover’s body. Piper hesitated for only a moment before responding with the same desperate fervor. As they kissed Galen pushed his body against Piper, rubbing his crotch against the smaller man. He wanted to be inside him, needed to be inside him, but he wasn’t quite ready to stop kissing yet. Piper ran his hands through Galen’s hair and tugged and, Saint’s balls, Galen was at the mercy of those beautiful hands.
“And here I was, about to offer you tea,” Piper said as he pulled away so that he could breathe and stare at his husband. His eyes were ravenous.
Galen kissed his way down Piper’s neck, nipping at his skin, before looking up at Piper’s face. It was only slightly red from his blush, but it would deepen soon if Galen had a say in the matter.
“Tea’s nice, but I can think of another liquid I’d rather swallow,” the paladin grinned as he continued rubbing his crotch against Piper.
Piper’s blush deepened. Galen celebrated internally, seeing the effect that he had always left him feeling smug and it was especially satisfying when Piper’s blush was this deep this early. It only took Piper a moment to compose himself, however. He placed his hand on top of Galen’s head. He was gentle at first, stroking the deep red locks with care and affection, before pushing him down onto his knees. Galen obliged, he was oh so willing, if he’d hit the floor with any more force he’d have been at risk of dislocating a kneecap. Thank the Gods he didn’t - it didn’t matter how aroused they both were, if Galen was injured Piper would jump into diagnosis mode without a second thought. It was endearing, but he was not feeling patient enough to cope with interruptions when Piper’s cock was just a couple of tantalizing inches away.
“Someone’s eager,” Piper said, his grin turning devilish.
Galen responded by stripping Piper from the waist down and licking the length of his shaft, starting at his balls and slowly moving towards the head. The darker haired man was already hard, but his cock started throbbing as Galen’s tongue made contact. Galen took his time, looking up at Piper as he moved. As he reached the head of his husband’s cock, he began to circle it with his tongue. Piper whimpered, Galen flicked his tongue rapidly across the head, Piper moaned, Galen went back to circling with his tongue, and the pattern repeated and repeated and repeated. Piper got louder with every alternation. The neighbors would likely complain again, but Galen found it rather difficult to care. Making Piper scream his name was one of life’s greatest pleasures, and if anyone was in desperate need of pleasure it was the paladins of his order.
Galen started to stroke Piper’s cock as he looked up to watch how he responded. He was the single most incredible person that Galen had ever met. For reasons that Galen would never truly be able to comprehend, Piper had agreed to marry him. Now he was here, on his knees, in the apartment that now belonged to the both of them, on their wedding night, and he was struggling to believe it. This was a dream, clearly. Never mind the fact that Galen’s dreams typically contained significantly more trauma and significantly less cocks in his hands; there was no way that he had actually convinced the most attractive doctor in Archon’s Glory to a) let Galen suck his cock and b) marry him. Yet, the twitching organ in his hand indicated that this was exactly what had happened.
“What are you waiting for?” Piper whined as he thrust into Galen’s hand, “Get on with it!”
“Goodness, someone’s eager,” Galen said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he mimicked his partner.
Piper was about to make a rebuttal, but Galen disrupted his ability to form a coherent thought as he finally enveloped Piper’s cock in his mouth. The moan that escaped Piper’s lips was legendary. Galen filed it away for later, the next time he was sent out in the name of the White Rat and was in need of some he’d be thinking about that noise.
Gods, Galen loved the taste of Piper’s cock almost as much as he enjoyed watching the effect that he was having. The contrast between Piper’s often detached public persona and his expressive nature in the bedroom never failed to make Galen’s blood rush south. Piper began to thrust. Hard. He pushed himself further down Galen’s throat. Every thrust was accompanied by a louder and more desperate moan. As much as he wanted to enjoy the show, Galen wasn’t prepared to finish consummating his marriage that quickly. This was his wedding night and he was going to kiss his husband.
He pulled away and Piper whimpered. Galen looked up at those perfect, intelligent eyes. Usually, this was the point where he would say something witty or provocative - but there was no time! If he didn’t kiss his husband at this very second he would perish, he knew it for a fact. He pulled Piper down so that they were both on the floor and kissed him. The kiss was hard at first but grew more gentle, more tender. Gods, kissing Piper was so good. To think that he’d never truly appreciated the art of kissing before meeting his love.
“I love you,” Piper murmured. His breath was warm against Galen’s lips.
“I love you,” Galen whispered back as he pushed his hand beneath his husband’s shirt. He ran his fingers over the toned chest he found beneath the fabric. He wished he could pause this moment for a little while longer, he wasn’t quite ready to move on from it yet. When his God died Galen didn’t expect to ever feel true happiness again, he expected that part of him would always remain at Hallowbind. Meeting Piper was… it was life-altering. Holding Piper now, feeling the warmth of his breath, it made him happier than he could possibly deserve. Piper made him want to try to be the man that was deserving.
“Now, please, hurry up and fuck me,” Piper said softly before biting Galen’s bottom lip with a healthy amount of pressure.
Galen smirked, happy to oblige.