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Wedding planning was a real clusterfuck. Groaner hated it with a passion. Cooch and Brad (or really Lex and Ranger) had made it look so easy. Groaner had been in charge of the flowers and it was a fun and easy gig. But then again their wedding had been thrown together last minute and the bride and groom hadn’t cared that much about the details.
But nooo, not his fiancé, he needed every little thing planned out to perfection. The guest list, the clothes, the decor, the food, the cake, the DJ, every detail had to measure up to his high expectations.
Some of his teammates had pulled him aside to ask if he was OK with Saturn having control of everything, or if his ideas were being ignored. It was easy to assure them he was fine though, because he seriously was.
For one thing, Saturn was very much including Groaner’s suggestions. But most importantly, he couldn’t give two shits about how, when, or where they got married. Whatever Saturn wanted was cool with him. As long as Saturn was legally his by the end of it all.
His biggest concern was Saturn’s feelings honestly. He may put on a brash and arrogant show for the world, but deep down his fiancé was sensitive and tended to push himself to impossible standards, only to be crushed when he couldn’t live up to them.
And no matter how much Saturn planned and prepared, Groaner knew perfection wasn’t possible. The vision in Saturn’s head would never be replicated completely no matter how hard the dark hero tried.
He just didn’t want the love of his life to be too disappointed.
Which meant mental distractions were necessary. And as it happened, quite fun.
Groaner lay stretched out on the bed, one arm folded under his head. They’d drawn the curtains, only a sliver of afternoon sun was peeking through. It shined across the room in just the right spot to catch the shimmering sheen of sweat on Saturn’s skin as he kneeled over the prop comic.
He looked gorgeous. Knees on either side of Groaner’s hips, leaning over him to grip the headboard. Chest heaving, biting his lip in an attempt to keep little whimpers from escaping.
It wasn’t working, Groaner was pleased to note.
“Shit babe,” the dark hero moaned, “I’m good I swear, can we please-“
“Not yet,” said the clown, “want to make sure you’re ready.”
He was three fingers deep in his fiancé, stretching and scissoring him open slowly. He crooked his finger just to see the other man jolt above him.
“Jesus babe!” Saturn whined, pushing back against the intruding digits. “I’m ready, you know I am! Please…”
“C’mere.”
Saturn leaned down and kissed the clown roughly. Groaner broke it off to nibble his way down the dark hero’s neck, tugging at his earlobe.
“You want my cock?”
Saturn whimpered. Nodding vehemently against Groaner’s cheek.
Groaner tutted, pressing his fingers in deeper, causing the other man to clench down.
“Gonna need to hear you say it sweetheart.”
Saturn leaned up, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open, giving Groaner a full view of the expanse of rippling muscles adorning his torso. The comic took particular pleasure in watching his abs expand and retract with each heavy breath.
“I want your cock.” Saturn sobbed. “I want you to split me open, I want to be so full I can barely breathe.”
“Hmmm,” the clown murmured. “I think I can manage that.”
He removed his fingers, wiping the excess lube on the sheets before grabbing his lover by the hips with both hands and maneuvering him back.
Saturn shuffled his knees backwards obediently until his ass was hovering over Groaner’s massive erection. Pale skin flushed red. He’d been hard for a while now, but he was determined to make this last.
“Go on then gorgeous.”
Saturn smirked as he grasped the man’s cock, positioning it at his entrance, and slowly lowered himself down.
The head popped through the hot ring of muscle, making both men moan. Groaner slipped his hands back a bit, grabbing full handfuls of soft skin and glutes, massaging the muscle.
“You’re so fucking hot sweetheart, hot and wet and tight.”
He was tight. They liked to swap roles and it’d been a while since he’d been inside Saturn. Lately he’d been enjoying getting absolutely railed by the other man but today was different, today he needed Saturn on top of him.
The dark hero lowered himself down further with a look of ecstasy on his face.
“I never get over it,” he mumbled, “you’re so fucking huge.”
Groaner tilted his head to watch his cock as it was sunk deeper into the other man’s hole, he ran his hand down a muscular thigh and slipped fingers in to massage at the stretched rim wrapped around his dick.
“You take me so well.”
Knees spread further, lowering him more. Groaner’s hand went back to grip hip bones to slow his progress.
“Slowly babe, take me slowly.”
“Why?” Whined Saturn, face strained. “I can take it all right now.”
“I know,” said the clown mildly. “I can feel your ass trying to suck me in. But we’re keeping it slow today.”
Saturn whimpered again, thighs quivering as he slipped down another inch. He still had about a third more to go.
“Please.”
Groaner sighed, but nodded.
Saturn dropped the rest of the way instantly, swallowing him down to the base.
“Jesus..fuck..” Saturn panted.
Groaner smoothed his hands over those beautiful thighs again. Then slipped his hand up to brush over his six pack. Forcing another moan from the man above him.
“I can see it, you know.” Groaner whispered.
Saturn looked down at himself. “Oh Christ, I can too.”
The flat plain of the man’s stomach was pushed out slightly, creating a small bump. His hips were splayed as far as they could go. Groaner pressed his hand against the bulge. Feeling the pressure against his cock.
Saturn squeaked. “Oh God it’s almost too much.”
“What does it feel like?”
Saturn placed his own hand over Groaner’s, both of them pressing on his stomach.
“Full, deep, stuffed to the brim.” He looked down at the clown with fire burning in his eyes.
“I want your cum.” He growled. “I want you to fill me up.”
“Better get moving then.” Replied Groaner.
Saturn huffed, but put his hands back on the headboard. And started rotating his hips and grinding down into the other man’s pelvis.
“Hmmmmm.” Groaner sighed. “That’s it babe, just like that.”
As the other man rocked against him, Groaner put his hands up onto Saturn’s where they gripped the headboard, knuckles white. He trailed his fingers from his wrists down to his shoulders, before brushing them over firm pecks and ribs.
Thumb nails scrapped gently against stiff nipples.
“Fuuuuck, Groaner.” Saturn whined.
“Ride me.” Commanded the clown.
Saturn leaned forward, pulling himself up, leaving only the head of Groaner's cock still inside him, and sunk down again. He repeated the motion over and over, building a steady rhythm.
“Faster.”
He sped up, riding him hard, bucking up and down on the clown’s lap.
Groaner watched his cock slip in and out of the man’s hole, squeezing him tight.
He wanted to push into him. It was taking all his self-control not to drive up into his lover at breakneck speed until he had cum dripping out of his hole.
But he couldn’t, not yet, this wasn’t about him.
Sweat was dripping off Saturn now, his breaths coming in quick pants. Lubed skin slapping together with a squelch was the only sound in the room besides grunts and whimpers.
“Feel good?”
“So good,” Saturn whined, “touch me baby please.”
“Nope.”
“What?!”
“Today’s the day babe, you’re gonna come on my cock, and only my cock.”
Saturn looked disbelieving, almost a little hurt. Groaner understood. This whole time Saturn’s erection had been bouncing along with his motions, jutting towards his stomach, balls tight to his body, cock almost purple and weeping precum.
He’d like nothing more than to jerk the man off and have him cum right in his face, but not today.
“I.. I can’t!” Saturn stammered, voice trembling.
“Yes you can,” Groaner assured him, rubbing comforting circles into his hips. “You’ve been wanting to try this for a while.”
“But-“
“You can do it.” Groaner said firmly. “You’re gonna ride me until you nut all over both of us. And then I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep until I fill you up, just like you want. That sound good sweetheart?”
“Y-Yes.” Saturn whimpered as he rode him aggressively, moving up and down so fast the bed was rocking.
“Then go ahead, you can do it.”
Saturn’s expression shifted from desperate to determined. He leaned forward, angling so Groaner’s tip pushed right against his prostate with every downward thrust.
“That’s right gorgeous.” Murmured Groaner. He reached up to tweak pert nipples again, “just let it happen.”
Saturn panted, straining and sobbing before a look of shock spread across his face. He looked at Groaner with wide eyes.
“I..I think I’m-Oh fuck!"
Hot ropes of cum exploded out of Saturn’s cock. Spraying all over both of them.
Groaner gripped his lover’s hips fast and bucked up into him, slamming into the other man’s prostate. Saturn gasped and arched his back, riding out the aftershocks.
He leaned forward as he came down from his climax, still whimpering every time Groaner pushed into him.
“Come in me Groaner,” he pleaded, “Deep inside me.”
Groaner growled and sat up, flipping them over so he was on top.
People always assumed his skinny frame lacked real strength, especially in comparison to his fiancé and his athletic build. But they’d be surprised, he could man-handle people when needed, something Saturn definitely appreciated in the bedroom.
Saturn landed on his back with a yelp. Instantly lifting both his legs up and grasping them behind his knees, spreading himself open for the taking.
Groaner grabbed his hips and lifted them up, plunging his cock back in and setting a brutal pace, reveling in every gasp and moan he wrung out of his lover.
Saturn was sweat covered, eyes half closed, mouth open, cum splattered on his face and chest.
Groaner looked down and watched his cock piston in and out of the man’s red, glistening hole. He wanted to cum so badly, but he just couldn't bring himself to yet.
He grabbed Saturn’s flaccid cock and started stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Saturn whined at the contact. “I can’t babe, there’s no way-“
“Oh yes you can,” panted Groaner. “One more time, let me feel you squeezing me tight again, and I’ll pump you so full of cum it’ll be bubbling out of your fucking mouth.”
Saturn moaned, and Groaner felt the dick in his hand twitch. “That's it baby, that's it...”
He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds, the skin slapping, his own fast breathing, and Saturn’s desperate little pants and squeals as he writhed on the bed.
The other man's dick hardened again as the clown stroked, even Saturn looked surprised. He let go of his legs and pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at his erection grow in Groaner's hand, and his cock fucking into him.
Groaner barely felt in control anymore, he slammed into his future husband, desperately seeking his own release, but he wouldn’t, not until-
“Oh God Groaner!” Saturn shrieked, cum shooting out of him again.
At the sight Groaner slammed into Saturn as deep as he could and felt his orgasm rip through his body. Emptying his balls into the other man’s ass, squeezing his hips and rocking forward through the aftershocks.
Once he felt the last ripples leave him he collapsed on top of the other man. Both of them dripping in sweat and heaving as they tried to catch their breath.
“Wow.” Saturn whispered.
“Yeah,” the clown replied. Slowly he pushed up and away, pulling out of his lover slowly, trying not to aggravate over-sensitive flesh.
Saturn hissed as he did, Groaner gave him an apologetic look before plopping on his back next to him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I may have gotten a bit too intense there.”
Saturn huffed a laugh. “You know better than to apologize to me, that was fucking incredible. I don’t know if our honeymoon will be able to top that!”
“I’ll take that as a challenge.” Groaner chuckled, leaning over to kiss the other man, who responded enthusiastically.
They lay together a few more minutes before Groaner insisted on some aftercare.
Wet wipes cleaned them both off, and gentle fingers inspected Saturn to make sure no damage had been sustained. He was red and a bit puffy, but nothing that wouldn’t clear up in a day or two.
“I like it like that,” Saturn grinned. “I like to feel it for days.”
“I know you do,” said Groaner. “But I still want to be careful, I'm sure you want to be in top shape for that honeymoon you mentioned.”
“Can’t believe we only have two months left to go.”
“God I know.” Sighed the clown.
Now that they were cleaned up, they cuddled in the bed, basking in the afterglow.
“So you gonna tell me?” Saturn asked.
“Tell you what?”
“Why you dragged me in here to bone out of nowhere?”
“I can’t just want to be with my beautiful fiancé?”
Saturn gave him a shrewd look. “It’s three o’clock on a Tuesday dude, and you ran into the kitchen and pulled me up here like there was fire. Not that I don’t love your methods, but what exactly are you trying to distract me from?”
“You’re too observant for your own good.”
“Well, you know, superhero.”
“Yeah, yeah I get it.” Groaner reached over to find his pants, abandoned on the floor, he pulled a stack of envelopes from his pocket.
Saturn recognized them instantly. “More RSVPs?”
Groaner nodded.
Saturn’s face fell. “My parents?”
Another nod. “They’re not coming.” The clown grumbled. “I’m sorry CJ.”
Saturn sighed and leaned back against the pillows, face unreadable. “They send another check with it?”
“Yup.” Groaner popped the “P” on his response, tone flat, pulling out a folded check within the stack of paper. “An extra ten grand.”
Saturn shrugged. “That’ll cover the rest we owe on the catering at least.”
Groaner turned onto his side to face the other man, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you’d be more upset than this.”
“So you thought you’d rail me good and hard so it wouldn’t sting so much?”
“Best thing I could think of at the time.”
“Not a bad idea,” smirked Saturn, “but I’m OK, really, and not just because I’ve got post sex endorphins.”
Groaner sighed. “It’s just, you’ve been working so hard to make our wedding perfect and I’m afraid-“
“That it’ll break me if something goes wrong.”
Groaner looked sheepish. “I just want you to have the day you’ve been dreaming of.”
Saturn smiled and shook his head, leaning over to kiss his fiancé. “Look, I know I’ve been wedding crazy lately, but as long as we’re married by the end of it, I’ll be happy no matter what happens.”
“You and me both.” Groaner said warmly, before growing concerned again. “I thought your parents blowing us off would bother you more though. Not that I’m surprised they tossed money at us and ran for the hills, but still. With my folks passed on, they were the only parents of the grooms' we were going to have present.”
Saturn shrugged. “I had a feeling they’d do this. They hate that I'm on the League so why would they like my marriage to another League member? It doesn’t hurt like it used too. When they’d blow me off in the past it felt like I was being abandoned by the only family I had. But now…”
He snuggled closer to the clown. “This wedding is proof that I have my own family, and it has nothing to do with them.”
Groaner’s heart melted in his chest. “Damn straight you do.”
“Besides,” Saturn smirked, "if we have any duties to be performed by parental figures, I think we know an old gay couple who would be happy to fill the void.”
Groaner laughed, his fiancé was right. They had two perfectly imperfect father figures already available to them.
“Of course,” grinned Saturn playfully. “I dunno if Rex would approve of you, nice young man like me marrying a man in show business.”
“Oh please,” Groaner huffed, “if anything Devizo would never accept me being whisked away by a tall, dark stranger in a cowl.”
“No way, I’m a catch.”
Groaner sighed, “you really are you know.” He said, brushing his hand across the other man’s cheekbone.
Saturn smiled. “We’re gonna have a great life, you and me, this wedding is just the start.”
“I know, and I love you.” Whispered Groaner, leaning in for another kiss. Saturn met him halfway. It was soft and languid until Saturn pulled back suddenly, eyes wide.
“Purple Dahlias!”
“What?”
“I mean I love you too, but Purple Dahlias! They’ll be perfect with the white carnations! Don’t you think!?”
Groaner put his chin in his hand and sighed, looking at his excited future husband’s face as he scrambled to grab his phone from the nightstand, most likely to call the overpriced florist, again.
“You know what babe,” he said, “that sounds just perfect.”
Saturn’s grin lit up the room.