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The rain pattered rhythmically against the car window, each drop racing the next to the sill. Inside, Paddy Pimblett leaned his head back, feeling the familiar tension in his neck. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he navigated the congested streets of Manchester. It had been a long day of training, and he craved the comfort of home and his husband's embrace. Don't get him wrong, his team was great, but nothing could beat coming home to Tom. The thought of his strong arms wrapping around him, the smell of his cologne, and the gentle rumble of his laughter filled him with warmth. Paddy's eyes lit up when he finally pulled into the driveway of their larger than life home, the lights shining a welcoming beacon through the rain. He hurried inside, shaking off the dampness and the weight of the day. Tom was in the kitchen, already wearing his apron, cooking up a storm. The scent of simmering garlic and onions filled the air, making Paddy's stomach growl.
"Hey, you," Tom said, not looking up from the stove, his smile wide and genuine.
"How was training?" Paddy stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Tom's waist from behind, his cheek resting against the warmth of his back. Paddy faked snored dramatically into Tom's back, making him chuckle.
"Oh, it was just another day of getting my ass kicked," he quipped, his voice muffled. Relishing in the moment, Paddy felt Tom's muscles tense under his touch, a silent dance of power and protection.
Tom playfully elbowed him, "You're just a drama queen." He turned around, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and planted a quick kiss on Paddy's forehead. "Dinner's almost ready. You want to help?"
Paddy feigned injury, rubbing his forehead with a grin. "Sure, I might burn it though" He stepped aside, letting Tom move freely around the kitchen. The kitchen was their shared domain, where they often sparred with jokes rather than fists. "Alright, what's the plan?"
Tom handed him a knife and a pepper. "Chop this up, yeah?" His tone was light, but his eyes held a hint of concern. Paddy knew he had been pushing himself too hard at the gym lately. They had a big match coming up, and Tom had noticed the extra hours he'd been putting in. "And tell me about your day, love," Tom added, stirring the sauce with a wooden spoon.
Paddy took the pepper and began slicing it carefully. "It was alright," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Just the usual." But the lie didn't sit well with him. He hadn't talked to Tom about the pressure he was feeling, about the fear that maybe he wasn't as good as everyone thought he was.
Tom's hand paused on the spoon. He turned to look at Paddy, his eyes searching. "you know, you can tell me everything- I am your husband, after all"
Paddy sighed, setting down the knife. "I know, I know. It's just... I don't want to be that guy who's always complaining." He leaned against the counter, his gaze dropping to the floor.
Tom put the spoon down and stepped closer, placing a hand on Paddy's shoulder. "what have I always told you, baby?"
Paddy looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. "That I'm perfect just the way I am?"
Tom chuckled, his thumb caressing Paddy's cheek. "No, I mean, you are but..." He paused, searching for the right words.
"That we're in this together," Paddy finished for him, the weight of the day's troubles visibly lifting. "And that I can tell you anything."
Tom nodded, his eyes softening. "Exactly. So, what's really going on?"
Paddy took a deep breath, the words tumbling out of him like a dam breaking. "I'm just... scared, I guess. Scared of letting everyone down. Of not being good enough."
Tom's hand slid down to Paddy's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're more than enough, Paddy. You're the strongest person I know, and not just because you can knock people out with a left hook." He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Paddy in a warm, reassuring hug. Paddy felt his body melt into Tom's embrace, the fear and doubt draining away with every heartbeat.
Tom's chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Now, let's get this dinner finished. I made your favorite, spaghetti bolognese."
The comforting aroma filled the room, reminding Paddy of the countless nights Tom had cooked for them after a long day, also of their first date when Tom had brought him back to his place and cooked this very dish. The memory brought a smile to his face. He took a deep breath, the scent of garlic and tomatoes mingling with the faint hint of sweat from the gym. It was a comforting mix, a reminder of the life they'd built together. They worked in companionable silence for a few minutes, the sound of sizzling meat and chopping vegetables a soothing symphony. Paddy felt his shoulders relax, his breathing even out as Tom's strong arms remained around him, holding him tight. He knew he could rely on Tom, that his husband would always be there to support him, no matter what. Dinner was served with a side of laughter and easy conversation, the tension of the day slipping away as they shared stories and joked about their respective training sessions. Paddy couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched Tom devour the meal he had prepared, the look of contentment on his face making all the effort worth it.
After dinner, they retreated to the living room, the warmth of the fireplace fighting off the chill of the rain outside. Tom sprawled out on the couch, his head finding its favorite spot in Paddy's lap. Paddy carded his fingers through Tom's short curly hair, feeling the familiar comfort of his gentle snores. Tom's hand found Paddy's, their fingers lacing together in a silent promise of support. Paddy felt his own eyes grow heavy, the lull of Tom's breathing and the crackle of the fire pulling him into a doze. He leaned back, letting his head rest against the cushions, his body relaxing into the safety of Tom's presence.
"I love your hair" Tom said, kissing his head then moving on to his neck, his hands ghosting over Paddy's chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax under his touch.
"I love your neck" Tom's voice was a gentle rumble against Paddy's skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Paddy chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Thanks, I guess I work hard for it." he said, knowing exactly what Tom was doing.
Tom sat up, his hand moving to cup Paddy's cheek, turning his face towards him. "I love your shoulders" giving his shoulders a kiss before continuing "And your smile, your eyes, your soul," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. Paddy felt his heart swell with love for this gentle giant who could bench press his weight but had a heart of gold.
Paddy watched as Tom named every body part saying how much he loved them, the kisses leaving a trail of warmth. "And I love all of you," Paddy murmured, his eyes still closed, savoring the moment. Tom leaned in, capturing Paddy's lips in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes without words. Paddy's arms tightened around him, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
When they broke apart, Paddy opened his eyes to find Tom's gaze filled with a fierce tenderness. "You know what I love most about you?" Tom whispered, his thumb tracing Paddy's bottom lip.
Paddy's heart skipped a beat. "What's that?"
Tom leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling Paddy's ear. "Your heart, Paddy. It's so big and full of love."
Paddy felt a blush creep up his neck, his chest tightening with emotion. He turned his head to capture Tom's lips in a kiss that was more urgent this time, their tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of love and need. The fire crackled in the background as they deepened their embrace, hands exploring the familiar contours of each other's bodies. Paddy's heart raced with excitement, the fears of the day dissipating like smoke in the warmth of their love.
"I love your thighs" Tom murmured, kissing them lovingly then nipping testing the waters, looking back up at his husband's face for his reaction.
Paddy looked down at Tom, realizing for the millionth time how tiny Tom made him look- His hands dwarfing his muscular thighs.
"and why's that?"
Tom's eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "Because they're like two couches for my head, earmuffs, they are so pretty baby" giving his thighs a couple light marks that would go away in a day or two
Paddy couldn't help but laugh, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "You always know just what to say to make me feel better."
Tom grinned up at him, his teeth flashing white against the dark stubble of his goatee. "It's a gift," he said, his hands moving to Paddy's waist, tracing the lines of his abs. "And I love these too," he whispered, pressing a kiss to each ridge.
Paddy felt a shiver of pleasure, his skin tingling under Tom's touch. He leaned down, capturing Tom's mouth in a kiss that grew more intense with every passing second. Their bodies shifted, aligning in a way that spoke of a deep, innate connection. Tom's hands slid up under Paddy's shirt, his rough palms gliding over the smooth, warm skin of his back. Paddy moaned into the kiss, his own hands roaming over Tom's broad chest, feeling the thump of his heart against his palm. The rain outside had turned into a gentle pitter-patter, providing a soothing backdrop to their intimate moment. Tom's kisses grew more insistent, moving from Paddy's neck to his collarbone, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. His hands finding a way under his pants, cupping his ass firmly. Paddy's breath hitched as Tom's teeth grazed his earlobe, his own hands tangling in the shorter man's hair.
"Take me upstairs," Paddy whispered, his voice thick with desire. Tom didn't need any more encouragement. He stood, lifting Paddy with ease, their kiss never breaking. The rain had turned into a gentle serenade, accompanying their slow, passionate dance up the stairs. Tom was glad that he had their home memorized so well that he didn't trip over a single step.
Their bedroom was a sanctuary, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows on the walls. They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and love. The air grew heavy with the scent of their desire, mixing with the faint hint of sweat from their earlier activities. Tom's hands explored Paddy's body with a hunger that had been building all day, each touch a declaration of his love and admiration. Paddy's breath grew ragged as Tom's kisses grew more fervent, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his body responding to the larger man's touch. They had been together for years, but every time felt like the first, a testament to the fire that burned between them. Tom's strong hands worked at kneeding Paddy's ass, his fingers digging into the muscles, making him squirm and whine into their kiss. His own erection was pressing into Paddy's stomach, a silent plea for more. Paddy's own hands were busy unbuckling Tom's belt, his nimble fingers fumbling with the button before finally pushing down his pants. He moaned into Tom's mouth as he felt the hot, hard length of him, his hand wrapping around it to give it a gentle squeeze. No matter how many times had seen Tom's cock, every time he couldn't believe how big it was.
Tom groaned, his hips jerking at the touch. "baby," he murmured, his voice strained with passion. Paddy broke the kiss, his eyes locking with Tom's. He could see the need in those brown eyes, the love and the lust.
They shed their clothes in a frenzy, the material flying around the room in a blur of motion. Paddy straddled Tom, his legs on either side of those massive thighs, his own cock standing at attention. The contrast between them was stark, Paddy's lean muscles against Tom's bulky frame, but they fit together perfectly. Tom's hands roamed up Paddy's chest, tracing the definition of his abs before finding the tight peaks of his nipples. He pinched them gently, watching Paddy's eyes roll back with pleasure. Paddy's hips rocked forward, their cocks brushing together, leaving a trail of pre-cum between them.
"I love you so much, fuck" Tom said, his voice filled with adoration and need as Paddy's body moved against his own.
"Love you too" Paddy said in the middle of a whine, his voice strained with pleasure as Tom's hands continued to tease his sensitive skin. They both knew that words of love and affection were as vital to their bond as the physical connection they shared. Tom's hand reached up to Paddy's mouth, his finger stroking his bottom lip asking for permission. Paddy took the digit into his mouth, sucking gently, treating it like a lollipop.
Tom's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Paddy's pink tongue swirl around his finger. He couldn't wait to feel that mouth on him, to hear the sweet sounds of pleasure that Paddy made when he was deep inside him. Paddy licked the tip of Tom's finger before letting it slip out of his mouth with a pop.
"You know what I want," Paddy whispered, his voice a mix of need and playfulness.
Tom's smile grew wider, his eyes dark with lust. "yes, your majesty" He playfully slapped Paddy's ass before rolling them over, placing Paddy on his back.
With his spit slick fingers, Tom reached down to trace the rim of Paddy's hole, watching the smaller man's pupils dilate. "relax, Paddy"
Paddy nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew Tom wouldn't hurt him, not in a way that wasn't pleasurable. He felt one of Tom's fingers press against his opening, the pressure gentle but firm. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his body giving way to the intrusion. Tom's eyes never left Paddy's as he pushed his finger in, watching the play of emotions on his face. The digit thick and long, Paddy's body had to work to accommodate it. It was a dance they had performed many times before, but each time it was as if they were discovering each other anew. Paddy's breath hitched, his body tensing before relaxing, welcoming the intrusion. Tom's movements grew more deliberate, his finger sliding in and out of Paddy's tight warmth. Paddy's eyes fluttered closed, his mouth parting on a silent moan. His hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back. "More," he breathed, his voice a desperate plea. Tom chuckled, his own desire evident in the way his chest heaved with every breath. He added another finger, stretching Paddy open, preparing him for what was to come. He watched with hooded eyes as Paddy's body reacted to every stroke, his muscles clenching around the digits. The smaller man's hips bucked upward, silently begging for more. He knew Paddy needed to be stretched out more, having made the very painful mistake of rushing it once before. He didn't want to cause any discomfort tonight, not when Paddy was already feeling so vulnerable. So, Tom took his time, adding another finger, his thumb circling the tight bundle of nerves outside, watching Paddy's reactions closely.
"Please, Tom," Paddy moaned, his body writhing under the larger man's touch. His voice was a sweet symphony of need, and Tom couldn't resist any longer. He leaned over to kiss him, their tongues tangling as he worked his fingers in and out, preparing him.
Doing the same things he did with his fingers, Tom took his cock placing it on Paddy's bottom lip, watching as he parted them and took it in his mouth, sucking like he was trying to get the last drop of juice from an orange. Tom groaned, his hand on the back of Paddy's head, guiding him, showing him the pace he liked. Paddy knew exactly what to do, his tongue swirling around the head of Tom's cock, teasing the slit before taking him deeper. He loved the taste of Tom, the way he filled his mouth, the way he felt in his throat. He could feel Tom's muscles tighten, his thighs tremble as he took him in deeper, his moans vibrating against his cock.
"yeah, baby, you're doing such a good job- get it wet for me"
Tom's voice was thick with need as Paddy continued to suck him off, his mouth moving in time with the rain outside. Each stroke of Paddy's tongue sent shockwaves through his body, making his toes curl. His hand tightened in Paddy's hair, guiding him faster, deeper. Paddy's eyes watered a bit, his throat stretching around Tom's girth, but he didn't care. He loved making his husband feel good, loved the way his cock twitched and grew harder with every moan he pulled from him. His own cock was painfully hard, bobbing against his stomach with each bob of his head.
Tom pulled back, panting, his eyes glazed with lust. "who taught you that?" He joked, knowing full well he had taught him every trick.
Paddy smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh, just a big with a really big dick- You don't know him"
Tom chuckled, his hand reaching down to caress Paddy's cheek. "Lay down, baby"
Paddy did as he was told, his legs spreading wide in invitation. Tom leaned over, kissing him deeply, before moving down to kiss a trail down his body, his tongue tracing the path of his abs, before settling between his thighs. Tom thought the sight in front of him would kill him, his heart racing, his cock harder than ever. His tongue lapped at Paddy's hole, the taste of his husband's arousal making him moan. Paddy's legs tightened around Tom's head, his body lifting off the bed as the larger man's mouth worked him over. The wet sounds of his tongue circling, the feel of his hot breath against his skin, it was heavenly.
"Fuck, Tom," Paddy panted, his eyes rolling back in his head. He reached down, his hand tangling in Tom's hair and his legs wrapping around his head, urging him closer.
Tom took the hint, his tongue pushing inside, exploring the tight channel. He loved the way Paddy tasted, musky and sweet, a flavor that was uniquely his. He licked and teased, his tongue swirling around, until Paddy was begging for more. With a smug grin, Tom sat back on his heels, looking back at his work. Paddy was a writhing mess, his body a canvas of pleasure, his eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Relax"
Tom leaned over, kissing Paddy's thighs before lining his cock up with his husband's now well-prepared hole. He watched as Paddy took a deep breath, his body tensing with anticipation. With a gentle push, Tom entered Paddy, his cock sliding in inch by inch. Paddy's eyes squeezed shut, he always forgot how painful it is to take a cock as big as his husbands, despite over eight years of being together.
"breathe, Paddy"
Paddy took a deep breath, feeling Tom's cock stretch him open. The pain was intense but fleeting, replaced by a warm, full sensation that made him feel whole. He gripped the bedsheets tightly as Tom pushed deeper, his eyes squeezed shut. Tom took his time, savoring the feel of Paddy's body around him. He knew how much his husband loved this, the way he could make him feel so small and vulnerable, yet so powerful at the same time. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Paddy's stomach, feeling the muscles contract beneath his lips.
"You might want to grab a hold of the bedframe, baby" Tom reminded Paddy, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Paddy nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wood of the bedframe. Tom's cock was so big, so thick, that it was like being filled with pure heat. He took another deep breath as Tom pushed in deeper, feeling his insides stretch to accommodate him. The pain was intense, but it was a sweet, welcome pain that soon gave way to an overwhelming pleasure that made him gasp. Tom's eyes never left Paddy's face, watching his every reaction, his every twitch, his every moan. He knew Paddy's body like the back of his hand, knew exactly what made him tick.
"you're doing so well, just a little bit more"
Paddy's eyes flew open, his pupils dilated with a mix of pain and pleasure. He nodded, his breath coming in pants as Tom leaned in to kiss him gently, their eyes locking, their love shining through the intimate moment. Paddy knew Tom was under-exaggerating how much more he had to take, but the gentle encouragement helped him push past the initial discomfort. Paddy looked at his husband, watching his face full of focus as he worked his cock deeper into him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of love for this man who could be so fierce in the octagon yet so gentle and loving in their bedroom. It was insane, Paddy thought, how big he was- like an actual crime to humanity how big Tom's cock was. But here he was, taking it like a champ, because he knew the payoff was worth it. Tom leaned back, taking in the sight of his cock buried deep inside Paddy, smiling at how gorgeous his husband was.
"that's it, baby," Tom whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. "breathe"
Paddy took a deep breath, looking at his belly- now Tom's cock was fully in him, it looked like he had swallowed a baseball bat. But the pain had transformed into a delicious ache, a reminder of the power of their love and connection. He felt Tom's warm breath against his skin, his strong hands gripping his thighs, holding him open, claiming him. Paddy nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as Tom began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps. The rain outside had turned into a crescendo, matching the intensity of their love making. With each thrust, Tom felt himself get lost in Paddy's warmth, his body responding in kind. Paddy's tight grip on the bedframe was the only thing keeping him from sliding away, his legs quivering with the effort of staying in place. The smaller man's moans grew louder, his body arching off the bed with every movement.
Tom leaned down, his teeth grazing Paddy's earlobe. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Paddy shivered, his eyes snapping open to meet Tom's intense gaze.
Paddy tried to respond with a joke but all that came out was a pathetic whine, his body too focused on the pleasure Tom was giving him. Tom's strokes grew more forceful, each one hitting that spot inside of him that made his toes curl.
"Oh god, Tom," Paddy moaned, his eyes squeezed shut. He felt his orgasm building, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way Tom was pounding into him.
"you're so perfect, baby, so perfect for me"
Tom's words were a gentle whisper in the storm of sensation that was consuming Paddy. The rhythm of their bodies was a crescendo of passion, each thrust bringing Paddy closer to the edge. He could feel the heat building in his belly, his balls tightening, and his cock begging for release. Tom's strokes grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. His eyes never left Paddy's, the love and desire in them making Paddy's heart race even faster. He knew Tom was close too, the veins in his neck bulging with the effort of holding back.
"Come for me, baby," Tom grunted, his voice strained with need.
Paddy could feel the tension in the air thicken, the room seeming to shrink around them as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. He let out a keening cry as Tom's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. His cock pulsed, spilling hot cum onto his stomach as he shuddered beneath the larger man. Tom watched Paddy's release with a fierce love, his own orgasm building rapidly. He leaned down, kissing him deeply, swallowing his cries as he thrust harder, faster. He could feel his balls tighten, the heat building in his spine, and with one final, powerful thrust, he came inside Paddy, filling him with his warmth. They remained like that for a moment, their breathing harsh and ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, with a contented sigh, Tom pulled out, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. Paddy's legs fell open, his body boneless, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Tom leaned down to kiss him again, their mouths meeting in a soft, tender kiss that was a stark contrast to the passionate maelstrom of moments before. Their bodies were still joined, sticky with cum, but the moment was one of pure tenderness.
"Remind me to give my thanks to whoever taught you that" Tom joked, his voice filled with exhaustion and love as he collapsed beside, partially on top, of Paddy.
Paddy chuckled, his voice hoarse from all the moaning. "hey, Tom"
Tom looked down at him, his eyes still glazed with lust. "yeah, baby?"
"thank yourself, okay?" Paddy gave him a tired cheeky grin, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Tom chuckled, his chest heaving with exertion. "I'll make sure to give myself a pat on the back," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Paddy's forehead.
They lay there for a few moments, their hearts slowing to a more manageable rhythm. The rain outside had turned into a gentle patter, lulling them into a state of post-coital bliss. Paddy's body was a warm, satisfied mess beneath Tom's, and he couldn't help but revel in the feeling of being completely filled and claimed by his husband.
"Have I told you how much I love you?"
Tom's words were a warm whisper against Paddy's skin, his heavy breathing slowly evening out as he cuddled closer, his muscular arm wrapping around Paddy's waist.
"Every day, every minute, every second," Paddy murmured, his voice still thick with pleasure. "But I never get tired of hearing it."
Tom chuckled, his chest rumbling against Paddy's back. He pressed a gentle kiss to Paddy's shoulder, his hand moving lazily up and down the contours of his side. "Good, because I plan on telling you every chance I get."
Paddy sighed contentedly, his body feeling like jelly beneath Tom's embrace. He knew he was lucky to have someone who cared for him so deeply, who knew him so well, and who could make him feel so alive. He snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of Tom's body seep into his own.
"I'm so glad I went to the gym that day" Paddy sighed, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Tom chuckled, his hand moving to cup Paddy's cheek, turning his face so that he could see him. "and I'm so glad I went up to the cute blondie who looked like he needed help with the weights," he said, his voice filled with affection.
Paddy rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Oh, so you just talked to me because you felt sorry for me?"
Tom leaned down, his forehead resting against Paddy's. "No, I talked to you because you were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen," he said, his voice serious. "And then you talked, and you were funny, and kind, and sweet, and I knew I had to have you." "Whether or not I knew that it was more than friendly" He added, chuckling
Paddy's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "And now you do," he whispered, his hand coming up to trace Tom's jaw. "And I have you."
Tom leaned in, capturing Paddy's lips in a gentle kiss, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Always," he promised. "No matter what happens in the octagon, no matter how tough things get, I'll always be here for you."
The words resonated deep within Paddy, soothing his fears about the upcoming match. He knew Tom meant every word, felt the truth in his touch, and it filled him with a sense of peace that only his husband could provide. They laid there, wrapped in the warmth of their love, listening to the rain outside. The sound of the droplets hitting the windowsill was a gentle serenade to their intimate moment.
"night, baby"
Tom's voice was a gentle rumble against Paddy's ear, his breathing evening out as he drifted off to sleep. Paddy felt the warmth of his husband's body surrounding him, the steady beat of his heart a comforting lullaby. He knew that no matter what the future brought, he had this moment, this perfect slice of happiness, to hold onto.