Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[goatsongs]

[from here]

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.

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[goatsongs]

Ready.

[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.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[It’s a beautiful place, but it pales in comparison to how amazing his soon to be husband looks.

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.]

[goatsongs]

[Later, Chuuya will have trouble remembering the exact order of the ceremony. He'll remember their vows, words imprinted on his soul as clearly as the poems he's made from - promises to love, to trust, to be arms to fall into and shoulders to lean on - but what anyone else said will be a blur.

And then... they're married, and Chuuya leans up to kiss his husband. His husband.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[The ceremony is beautiful, but Chuuya is very much eager to seal it all with a kiss. It’s like an unspoken promise to love and cherish one another forever, and Chuuya intends to do his best to keep that promise. He bends down to kiss his husband before pulling away with a grin.]

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?

[goatsongs]

[How does he feel, carried by his husband to their bed? After a beautiful ceremony cementing that the two of them will love each other for the rest of their (after)lives?]

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.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Yeah? Me either.

[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.]

[goatsongs]

[It is pretty obvious, but Chuuya loves their banter, and that hasn't changed now that they're husbands.]

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.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Well then, I guess I gotta help.

[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.

[goatsongs]

Nothing but the best for you.

[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?

[thetaintedsorrow]

I think I can manage.

[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.

[goatsongs]

[The bottom half will definitely have to come off, but mafia-Chuuya does an excellent job of being distracting.]

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.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Ditto.

[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.]

[goatsongs]

Chuuya--!

[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.]