Francis fixed his tie as he watched his reflection on the mirror, paying close attention that it was perfect. They had been invited to an
italian wedding in the middle of their honeymoon, by a couple they had met on the french airport. Coincidentally, they were on the same tour
and ended up becoming friends. And that's how they ended up, getting dressed with tuxedos in the warm italian evening, on the way to a
traditional italian wedding. Not that either of them minded, this was just another thing they could enjoy together. And at least for
Francis, this would be a proper ocassion to convince his husband to dance with him. (go go go)
Francis smiled as he saw his husband finally get out of the bathroom. He gave the brunette a sly grin as he playfully dishevelled the hair
he was trying to brush back. "I'd look smarter if I wore glasses, don't you think?"
chuckled a bit, placing his arms around him -getting his tux a bit wet but who cared- and following him in front of the mirror. "I've done
nothing that can't be fixed!" He said as he grabbed a haircomb. "Now how much would you like to try a mohawk for our friend's wedding?" He
said, combing his hair upwards.
Francis gave his hair a gentle tug before he leaned to kiss his head... Hmm smelled of coconuts... He then began to brush his hair properly,
just the way he knew his husband liked it. He gave the other a small pat on the shoulder once he was done. "I married a gorgeous man..."
[[<o><o>]]
"He would kill me" He said, leaning to rub his stubble against his temple. "He's a very jealous person, you know?" He says, pressing a small
kiss to his cheek.
"uh-huh.." He whispered letting the other pull him down with his tie. "But I think he knows I have eyes for no one else." He said, as he
approached his lips.
((/tucks into bed <3))
knows they have to leave soon, but that doesn't stop him of giving a small, tentative lick to his husband's lips. He smiled when he heard
the question. "You would be if I ever gave you the chance to be jealous, cheri."
"Every minute of it." he said, realizing that if he kept going they would never make it to the wedding. "Now, finish getting dressed or
we're gonna be late..." He said, sitting on the bed of their suite.
"All wrapped up and ready to be taken." He said, glancing at the box with the expensive looking wrapping paper, and the fantastic bow
he'd taken about an hour to do.
Francis smiled, grabbing the gift as he stood up, looking at his reflection on the mirror one last time. "Got the keys of the room and the
car?" placed his arm around Roderich's shoulders.
"Better be safe than sorry, liebe." E
He says, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "I don't want to try and find a cab in the middle of an italian road."
Francis rubbed the hand inside his back pocket, returning the kiss as they waited for the elevator. "Perv.." He whispered in between kisses.
"I am a pervert... But you, liebe, are better than me. You're a closeted perv." He says, giving him a slight squeeze to other's butt in
return.
Francis chuckled, giving his husband a chaste kiss on the cheek as they entered the elevator, holding his hand. "Whatever you say, darling."
Intertwined their fingers, giving him his dumb-totally-in-love smile. "Last week's wedding was a lot of fun, don't you think?"
"I think the other groom was more handsome..." He said, lightly squeezing his hand. "And the reception was like no other."
"Best toast ever, according to him." He said, laughing at the memory of it. "It was the best man's privilege, sorry about that." Francis
stepped out of the elevator, still holding his husband's hand. "At least Vash's speech was a little bit more...solemn."
"Let me check..." He says, giving the other the present. "Gift, checked, keys, checked. Husband, checked. Wallet, also checked." He hugs him
from behind as they exit the hotel. "I think I have all that I need."
((brb))
does so, holding the door open for him, and closing it once he's inside. He goes into the driver's seat, buckles up and starts driving.
Hums along the song that's playing, staring at his husband at times, who looked distracted by the beautiful landscape.
"Relax, there isn't another car around in about 5 miles." He says, when he finally sees the sign with the name of the vinyard. "Oh. It looks
like we're here." He says, a bit excited about this wedding.
Francis nodded quickly giving the keys to the valet. "Let's hope the bride's late." He said, walking quickly by his boyfriend's side.
((...i thought they didn't know anyone at the wedding.))
"What do you mean behave? I always behave!" He said, feigning indignance. He grinned at the other.
happily replied to the kiss. "I'll behave if you stay by my side the rest of the night." He said, going into the small chapel where the
wedding was about to begin
Francis leaned his hair on Roderich's shoulder after they sat, listening closely to the words spoken by the minister.
"You think I'd fall asleep on the wedding of our friends?" Well, Gilbert almost did. "I'm just giving you some sutile affection, after all,
it is our honeymoon."
"That was entirely your fault." He replied, covering his mouth as he yawned. "I'm not gonna fall asleep, this wedding is lovely."
pouted a bit, but sat straight up to please his husband, having to settle for only holding his hand. The wedding went on quite normally,
with touching, yet funny vows and a bit of trouble when it was time for the bride to put the ring on the broom.
((groom, i meant groom, not broom. orz))
Francis clapped, as all of the other guests did too, as the newlyweds kissed, turning to see his husband after a while. Francis placed his
arm around his shoulder, kissing his temple lovingly as the bride and groom exited the chaple.
"I don't want to be rude, but I'll tell you a secret." the franc said, in very low voice. "Ours was much better."
"What could possibly distract you on your own wedding?" He asks, a bit curious.
"Well, I did take care of the catering, and the string quartet and the band and the dj for the reception." He says, nuzzling his cheek.
"I believe Gilbert called you a bridezilla at some point." He says, squeezing his hand lightly. "Oh yeah. That too. We should check the
video in case we missed something during our wedding." Francis mostly wanted to hear Gilbert's toast again and laugh to his heart's content.
"Oh, but we can be relaxed this time! We can laugh at all the things that went wrong!" He says, following his husband closely. "Plus we get
to catch a glympse of what our friends did during the after party." Lots of drunken shenanigans for sure.
"Come on, I'll make it up to you if you see something you dislike." He says as they get out of the chapel.
(XDDDD))
knew better than to let his husband lead them anywhere. He followed where most of the guests were going, apparently, to some cars that would
take them further into the vinyard. He did saw a big white tent in the distance.
"In our wedding?" He asked taking his hand, caressing his perfectly slender fingers.
Francis lightly squeezed the other's hand. "I'll be ready to go once you feel like leaving the party." He knew how the other felt about
parties. But he would definitely make him dance at least three songs that night.
"De rien." He replies. Shortly after they arrive to a well illuminated garden, were they are instructed to go into the tent. "We should try
and look for our seats.." He says, looking at a chart with the names of all the guests.
((hmm. who took who's name?))
((thank god i asked))
"Yes, I think so, Mr. Edelstein-Bonnefoy." He says, holding his hand and guiding him inside the tent. They were somewhat close to the bride
and groom's table so it wasn't that hard to find their seat."
Francis inspected the bottle of wine, smiling happily. It was very good wine. "Hey, Roderich, they're playing our wedding song." He said,
listening to the music in the background.
((gonna let you choose))
((i know that song <3 /sings it in the shower XDD))
((dis mois qu'a dalila tu reviens pour jamais~))
leaned to Roderich's shoulder, singing to him in a low voice. "Réponds à ma tendresse, réponds à ma tendresse..." He sings, lightly
scratching his fingernails. "Ah, verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse.."
"Should I be worried about this Dalila person?" He says, chuckling a bit at his own bad joke.
((isn't he bonnefoy-edelstein?))
(XDDD)
"You may." He says, giving him his hand. "Mr. Edelstein-Bonnefoy."
[[Is that seriously how hyphenation works? /Thought it was Francis Bonnefoy and Roderich Edelstein-Bonnefoy]]
no one was on the dance floor just yet, they were still getting to their sits, but he didn't mind. This was their song.
((i don't even know))
((^exactly why asked about the surnames, little sybil here is to be feared))
((you are a cause wating to happen)
"Don't really plan on getting drunk tonight, but it is nice to dance with your husband.." He says, resting his head on Roderich's shoulder.
"Then as your good husband, I shall take care of you, mon amour." He says to him, giving him a small grin. "And don't worry, I'll take the
lead later."
"You said yes." He whispers, sadly noticing the song was about to end.
((told you i was a romantic))
(poke))
( :T ))
Francis
was
a bit bummed as Roderich led him to the table, but noticing the music was turned off once the bride and groom arrived. "Designated
driver, remember." He says, giving him a small pat on the back.
"Enjoy yourself.." He says, holding his hand as the best man and maid of honour gave their speeches -in italian, so he only understood a
a few sentences.
And then the bride danced with her father, then with the groom, the family began to dance and soon it was time from everyone to join in.
"Feel like dancing, liebe?"
Francis takes his hand, making him stand up and walking him to the dance floor, were they soon joined the rest of the people dancing. "I'm
so happy to be here, dancing with you.." He says to him, whispering.
(/was thinking the same thing))
Francis made them dance and blend into the middle of the crowd dancing, his hand dropping from the other's waist as soon as he knew no one
would notice.
"Somewhere only I'm allowed to touch." He replied, nuzzling his neck, probably tickling him with his stubble.
"I'm sorry..." He says, placing a kiss on his neck, lightly squeezing his butt. "but I can't really help myself when I have you in my arms."
nevertheless he would stop if roderick asked him to.
((rping carefully with sybil!aus.))
"They're too happy and too distracted to ever notice." He whispered, smiling as the other played with his hair. "But if you're so worried...
We could always go somewhere more private."
"Lets say I am..." He whispers, grinning at the other. "What would you do if I suggested we sneaked into the villa, perhaps find a room.."
"More than ever." He replies, happily following his husband. He was a bit surprised though, he thought it would take him a lot more
convincing to do that.
and then he realised he was letting his husband lead the way. "Don't worry, its a big villa, there must be an emptyr room somewhere. He
said as they entered the building.
they went to the second floor, and down the hall, where francis entered the first room he found. When he opened the door he realized this
wasn't just any room. "Bingo." He said to the other, as they entered what seemed to be the honeymoon suite.
"Well, the bride and groom won't be using before they eat, are they?" He said, as he looked outside the bedroom, making sure no one saw
them closing the door. "And they'll never know."
"Merci." He replied, placing his arms around the other's shoulders, rubbing their noses together.
"Well, it should be." He whispered, lightly biting on his lower lip, hands sliding down from his neck, to his sides, fumbling with his coat.
"What's so funny, Mr. Edelstein-Bonnefoy?" He asks, as he throws the coat to a side, starting to work on the other's cummerbund.
Tugged his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning as he moaned whiled the other kissed his neck. He didn't want to admit it but he was half.
-hard already.
(XDDD))
"Is it?" He says, not really thinking about what he's saying, just concentrating on creating more friction in between the two of them.
Francis quickly unbuckled the other's pants, pushing them down.
Francis moaned as the other pressed himself against him. His hand caressed his thigh desperately, pressing their lips together as he undid
his own pants.
"Do you think they'll mind if we use the bed first?" He asked, fingers slipping into the elastic band of the other's boxers.
Francis quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down the other's neck, to his chest, slightly kneeling as he kept kissing
downwards.
Francis smiled as he felt the slight tug on his hair, looking up to see his husband's flushed face. He played with the other's belly button,
stubble lightly scratching the skin. His hands went to Roderich's butt, lightly squeezing over the thin fabric.
looked up again, this time, as he licked the other's erection over the fabric of his underwear. "Better?"
Francis smiled to himself, licking him more, until the fabric was dampen by his saliva and the other's precum. He pulled the boxers down,
pumping his cock a bit before he took the head in.
kept stroking the part still outside of his mouth, lightly sucking on the head of the other's cock. Francis looked up, delighted to see
that expression on his husband's face.
placed his hands firmly on his thighs, preventing that from happening, as he took more of his cock into his mouth, sucking him a bit more
harder, being led on by the other's moans.
thrusts his husband's cock in and out of his mouth, feeling his husband was close to coming now.
If francis had been able to, he would have grinned at the other. He didn't care about swallowing the other's come, he gladly did so, licking
his lips as he stood up again embracing his husband as he still trembled a bit after his orgasm.
(( osterreich ))
gave him a small kiss, supporting the other's weight. "De rien, Roderich..." He whispers, nuzzling his cheek gently.
moaned a bit, hands going up to Roderich's cheeks, softly caressing the skin with his thumbs.
Starts to kiss his neck as he pushes him down to the bed, straddling his husband and leaning down to kiss him again.
"Roderich..." He whispered, rolling his hip against the other's their cocks slightly touching. "Its gonna be harder this time... I didn't
come prepared..." His saliva would just have to do.
Goes down on him again, this time paying attention to his butthole. He let his tongue tease his butthole.
loosens him up with his tongue as quick as he can, listening to the other's whining.
couldn't really bring himself to do a half-arsed job. This was his husband after all. He finally pulled himself up once he thought he was
loosened up enough. "
"Can't really bring myself to make you feel pain, cheri." Even if that made him impatient.
leaned towards him to kiss his spouse. At the same time he pressed his cock against the other's entrance, moaning as the tip went in.
"So..t-tight... Roderich..." He moans, panting as he pushed further inside, biting his lower lip.
"Sorry m'love..." He whispers back, nuzzling him gently and kissing his neck soothinly, staying still.
pushed further inside, slowly, until he was inside completely. Moaning, the franc leaned over his husband, kissing him lovingly as he began
to thrust.
placed his hand on the mattress, on both sides of the other's head, kissing his neck as he moved his hips slowly, his forehead against the
other's.
grins at him, licking his husbands lips tentatively. "You want more of that~?"
moaned, delighted by that, thrusting into him harder as he began to pump his husband's erection.
winces a bit, though he knows his husband knows that deep inside he likes it. Francis angled his hip upwards, pulling his husband up to hug
him.
tilts his head slightly back to give his husband more area to devour, the pace of his thrusts accelerating, his cock suddenly brushing past
a certain bundle of nerves.
stopped holding himself back, his clothes slightly damp from the sweat, hair sticking to his face from the dampness. He could feel
his orgasm close, his blood suddenly feeling like it was going to boil. Francis kissed his husband desperately, lovingly.
pants as he feels his husband's warm cum all over his torso, giving him a few final thrusts before he also cums, pouring his seed inside the
other.
layed on top of him, considering not ever moving from that spot. He looked for his husband's hand, intertwining their fingers once he found
it.
chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss to his husband's jawline. "Don't feel like it... Its too comfortable in here..." He says, closing his eyes
as he rubbed his stubble against the soft skin of the other's neck.
"Hm... I don't want to leave.." He whispers, gently bitting the other's neck. "But I hate to admit you're right."
pouted slightly, but he obeyed the order. He sat on the bed, helping the other up as well. "Well... its not so messy here... we can fix
it up quickly.."
pulls up his pants, fixing in quickly. He walked towards his husband as he buttoned up his shirt, hugging him from behind as he rested his
head on his shoulder. "Let me help you with that." He loved to mess with his husband's perfect hair.
fixed his hair quickly, kissing the back of his neck once he was done. "You look handsome..." He whispers to the other's ear.
"Kiss me on the lips and we can discuss the bed." He replies.
happily kissed him on the lips, only a peck but enough for the franc. "That's better." He says, turning around to see the bed. "We better
straighten out the sheets..."
looked at him guiltily, lovingly rubbing his lower half. "I'm sorry, chéri.." He mumbles, before he begins to fix the bed and the cushions
that had fallen to the floor.
quickly fixed the bed, taking his coat after he fixed his tie. "Ready to go out there, Roderich?"
fixed his tie one more time before he peeked outside, slightly opening the door. "Okay. its safe.."
He goes out, pulling of his husband's hands as he acted completely normal. "Well. that was easy." He says, as they go to the garden again.
squeezes his hand back, nuzzling his neck a bit. "Would've liked to cuddle with you longer though."
"I think now I understand why I married you." He replies, watching the other eat the white cake. "How is it? Better than ours?" He asks,
a bit intrigued by the white cake.
daringly stole a bit of cake from the other's plate. "Not bad", he says, giving the other a small smile. "let's explore the vineyard when
when you're done, okay?"
Francis
gives
him a small kiss on the cheek as he ate the piece of cake. "What's mine is yours. And viceversa, cheri." He winks at hims. "One of the
great joys of marriage."
Francis smiled, slowly parting his lips. He was a tease, and to be faithful to his own nature, he ate the piece of cake,
eyes on his husband's. He licked the icing on the cake, quickly though,
feeling roderick would shove it up his mouth if he didn't ate it quickly enough. Oh wouldn't he like that
"Ready to explore the vinyard, chéri..?" He says, licking his lips.
gave him a small peck, squeezing his hand lightly as they drifted towards the vinyard illuminated by warm lights. "Think they'll get mad
if we eat some grapes?"
"I like that side of you." He replies in between giggles, a bit surprised of his husband's reply. "Then I'll feed you grapes." They
continued walking, Francis 'borrowing' a handful of grapes he kept in his pocket. They finally sat, that is, once he had found the perfect
making out spot.
Placed his coat on the ground so they didn't get grass stains on their pants either. "This wedding turned out to be more fun than expected"
He says, placing his arm over the other's shoulders.
rubbed his nose on the other's chin, slightly smelliing the smell of his husband's cologne. "Do you want to sit on my lap? Its more
soft than the ground..." He said, aware his husband had to be feeling a little bit of pain
"Your fingers fascinate me, you know?" He says, taking the other's hand and softly touching the other's long, slender fingers, smiling as
his fingers brushed against the wedding ring.
((irl, i do have a fascination with fingers XDD))
"They're soft, nails always trimmed, and they're what they call piano hands.." He says, loosening the wedding ring, taking it off.
snorted. "I know. I just like your fingers because of that. Everyone should marry a piano player. They have the best fingers." He says,
putting the ring back where it belonged.
smiled at his husband, leaning into the touch of his hand. And though his german wasn't perfect, he could understand exactly what Roderich
said. "You make me very, very happy too." He replies, rubbing their noses together.
"I like to make you tired." He says, grinning at him as he kissed the hand cupping his cheek.
"Hm.." He smiles happily now, laying on top of him. "Hope I'm not to heavy, chéri."
((so much for the rp booty call XDDD ))
((night))
kisses his chin, finding the warmth of his husband's body comforting as well. He trails kisses all over his cheeks, stopping when he was
dangerously close to his lips.
( oh )
((... they're married.))
((didn't we get married on my ask box? XDD))
((XDD))
kisses back, moaning a bit into the kiss. He bites his lower lip softly, hands rubbing his shoulders.
smiles at him, separating himself a bit from him. "Here, cheri..?"
giggles a bit, kissing his cheek. "Want you on top this time around." He whispers to his ear, trying to erase his pout
"Hmm... " He bites his chin gently, pressing his crotch against the other's leg. "Car?"