Note: the art at the beginning of the chapter was made with photoshop by myself and SemperViridis in April 2022.
September 2018
"Do you, Sören Sigurdsson, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, respect, support and comfort him, in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, from this day forward?"
"I do."
"And do you, Anthony Hewlett-Johnson, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, respect, support and comfort him, in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, from this day forward?"
I looked into those beautiful brown eyes, more sure of this than of anything before in my life. "I do."
The justice of the peace smiled at us. "Anthony and Sören have rings to exchange with each other as a symbol of their unending love. Anthony, as you place this ring on Sören's finger, please repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever."
I slipped the plain white gold band on Sören's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever."
"Sören, as you place this ring on Anthony's finger, please repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever."
Sören's eyes met mine again as he spoke, "With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever."
The justice folded her hands. "By the authority vested in me by the state of Maine, I now pronounce you husband and husband!"
Sören and I threw our arms around each other and kissed. It was meant to be a quick, chaste kiss - we had very few attendants at our wedding but I was sure my mum didn't want to watch me making out with a guy. And yet, the passion flared and the kiss deepened, long and hungry, with a few playful licks of our tongues before we kissed again, till we were both breathless.
The justice hugged both of us - a fiftysomething butch lesbian with short shaggy grey hair, wearing a formal black robe and a bright Progress Pride ribbon around her neck. I hugged her back without feeling panic, even though she knew we were trans. There was no hostility from her, only joy.
I myself could scarcely feel anything but joy. Sören and I were building a life together, really and truly, as husbands. Two men, honouring each other as male, honouring each other's transition journey... finding home in each other's arms.
My mum had come all the way from England to attend the wedding and watch our cats while we vacationed at Acadia National Park. We were already here, having picked a beautiful spot of coastal forest for the ceremony.
Despite things going pear-shaped with Michelle and Kim in 2017, I still invited them to the wedding. Kim declined - nor did I expect her to accept the invitation - but to my surprise Michelle did accept and Kim allowed her to go; I suspected that me marrying another bloke got it through Kim's head that no, I wasn't into women. Things would never be the same with Michelle, I was still hurt from what happened, but at least we could be somewhat distant friends now. Michelle hugged me first, before my mum did, then my uncle Nigel and his partner Steve, then my cousin Judith and her husband Terry. It made me a bit sad that Sören had no guests, but he seemed unfazed.
We had the reception at Jordan Pond House Restaurant, which had a lovely view of the pond and mountains. But with the way Sören was looking at me, I knew he was hungry for something else. So was I - that kiss had gotten me all fired up, and he looked good enough to eat in his black kilt and buckled leather jerkin sleeveless and showing off the ink on his arms, with those wild curls hanging loose. My soft Viking warrior.
As soon as we got to our cabin we were kissing again, groping, rubbing up against each other like we were in heat. I managed to unlock the door and get us inside, and then I pushed Sören up against the wall, kissing him madly as I hiked up his kilt. I dropped to my knees - he was wearing the kilt properly and I went down on him right there, teasing his cock with my tongue then sucking on it until he was a quivering, panting sloppy mess. He squirted on my face when he came, and some of his cum got on my tie, making me laugh.
"Ah shit," he said when he caught his breath, tugging on my tie. "I hope the cleaners don't figure out what that is."
I smirked. "Who says I'm going to have it cleaned? I might keep it that way as a souvenir."
Sören's laughter rang out. I kissed him, sharing his taste with him, then I led the way to the bed, the two of us practically tearing each other's clothes off in our haste to get naked. The clothes and our footwear made a trail to the bed - I glanced over at Sören's Doc Martens, once again laughing with delight that he'd worn his Docs at the wedding - and then I climbed over him and kissed him fiercely.
"Sit on my face, elskan," Sören purred.
I straddled his shoulders and he sucked me to climax - it didn't take long, with how pent up I was - and then once I'd recharged we sixty-nined, licking, sucking, moaning into each other. We came again, and then we held each other for awhile, petting and giving each other sweet little kisses.
Eventually the kisses were more sensual. We rubbed our tongues together, fingering each other, then taking turns sucking the juices off each other's fingers, before more kisses and tonguing. When I started kissing Sören's neck he moaned, "Oh Daddy, fuck me..."
I rode him so hard the bed slammed against the wall, the mattress creaking, the wet sloppy sounds and our broken cries almost as loud. Our frenzied, animalistic fuck brought a powerful release - we squirted when we came together.
And still we weren't done yet, insatiable for each other. I pumped up and took Sören from behind, reaching around to play with his cock as I watched my cock glide in and out of his creamy boypussy; when Sören came, his inner walls slamming down on me made me come too. Then I lay on my back and he rode my cock and I kept one hand on his cock while the other smacked his arse, and we fucked to another shattering orgasm.
We lay there sweaty, panting and dazed. Sören had that blissed-out look on his face like he was high.
"I think our marriage is consummated," I blurted out, then felt like an idiot, not able to stop laughing.
"Jæja, but maybe to make really sure we should go again. Later, I mean."
I laughed harder. "You are going to fuck me to death, you know. I'm going to die on my own honeymoon." Then, "Oh shit."
Sören's eyes sparkled. "Hi Going To Die On My Own Honeymoon Oh Shit, I'm your husband."
I kissed the tip of his nose. "You're the love of my life."
Sören stroked my face. "Og þú ert ljósið mitt, ástin mín."
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