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Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.
[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]
Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.
Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.
[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]
Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.
wedding
Chuuya thinks it probably should have settled in by now. He's spent a good ten minutes being dressed in his wedding kimono, a vision of white and red. Niimi added the final touch of a handmade flower crown. So it should feel real by now.
But every time he thinks that I am getting married to the love of my life, his brain short circuits, and all he can manage is a glow of warmth and anxiety.
He takes a deep breath before leaving his changing room, to where his groom is waiting to see him in his kimono for (he assumes) the first time.]
...How do I look?
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He almost cries when he sees poet Chuuya in that kimono. He looks breathtaking, and it doesn’t matter if Chuuya has already seen him in it before. He’s just as lovestruck this time, and he quickly crosses over to where his soon to be husband is standing and throws his arms around him.]
You look incredible.
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Same to you. You make a beautiful groom.
[Mori and Niimi are still in the changing room after having helped Chuuya get dressed and will probably come out in a minute or two, but for the moment Chuuya's forgotten that anyone else exists besides him and his love.]
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[He has to joke or he’s gonna explode with butterflies and warm, fuzzy feelings. He nuzzles his face into his soon to be husband’s neck, just breathing in his scent and holding him for a moment.]
We won’t even have to change our names.
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[Chuuya understands, don't worry. He unhugs his groom only to try to squeeze his hands.]
Everything I have is yours already. Name included.
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[He loves his husband so much...he squeezes his hands in return, smiling brightly.]
Well. They’re probably waiting on us. Are you ready?
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[With one hand in Chuuya's, he heads to the hall where they've decided to hold the ceremony.
Kenji is there already, along with anyone mafia Chuuya decided to invite. Mori and Niimi follow after them.
They're about to start, and it still doesn't feel real. It may not feel real until they're actually married.]
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Chuuya only invited Akutagawa and Kouyou, knowing that he could trust the both of them to keep this secret. Akutagawa out of a sense of friendship and loyalty and Kouyou out of a sort of familial love.
Once they’re ready Chuuya will take poet Chuuya’s hands in his own as they say their vows.]
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And then... they're married, and Chuuya leans up to kiss his husband. His husband.]
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Time to carry you to the reception.
[Which is a lot of drinking and well-wishing and laughing, but Chuuya manages not to get completely smashed, because he wants their first night as a newlywed couple to be special.
Later on he carries his husband to their room and lays him gently down onto the bed.]
Well, how do you feel, Mr. Nakahara?
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I don't think I've been this happy in my life.
[It's nothing like the wedding for his arranged marriage was. He wasn't nearly so giddy then.
He tugs on the lapel of Chuuya's suit jacket, urging Chuuya to lay down with him.]
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[He knows for sure that he hasn’t been this happy in his entire life. He never thought this kind of joy was possible, and yet here he is, with the love of his life on their wedding night. What could be better than this?
Chuuya chuckles as he slips off his suit jacket and shoes before crawling into bed with his husband.]
Hmm. What do you think we should do now?
[As if it isn’t obvious.]
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You'd better help me out of this kimono, I can't take it off by myself.
[This is probably true, but that doesn't mean it's not also teasing.]
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[And he does, starting at the tie and slowly unwrapping his husband like a Christmas present. He looks so good like this...
He bends down to press a few soft kisses over poet Chuuya’s chest.]
Beautiful.
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[Chuuya tangles his hand in his husband's hair, sighing happily when he feels those kisses on his chest.]
Think you can get out of your suit without help?
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[Those fingers in his hair certainly feel nice, and Chuuya makes quick work of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it on the floor. He’ll get to the bottom half in a second, right after he sucks and nips on his husband’s neck.]
I can’t get enough of you.
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You can have me for the rest of our lives.
[That's what it is to be husbands, isn't it?
Chuuya runs his hands over his husband's bare chest, briefly tweaking a nipple. It's skin he's touched before, many times before, but being married makes everything new again.]
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[He loves feeling his husband’s hands sliding over his bare chest, and he shivers and gasps when he teases one of his nipples. Two can play at that game though, and Chuuya bends down to flick his tongue out over poet Chuuya’s nipple in retaliation. He loves teasing him, and he sucks it into his mouth before lightly pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.]
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[His husband is the best at retaliation, and Chuuya finds himself moaning before he even realizes what his husband is doing. There's really no competing with him.
He won't go down without a fight, though, and he drags his nails lightly down mafia-Chuuya's stomach.]