A/N: Warnings for implied nonexplicit sexual content. I'm not sure if it's enough to warrant a rating upgrade, but let me know if you this so!

You cherished him more than words could describe. His smile and his laugh. The voices he made while playing around, and the sudden deepening of his vocals when he was serious. The way he would gaze at you as if there was nothing else in the world, and the way that a small offhand comment of yours would send him pitching over in a fit of laughter. He was the man you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with out of everyone in the entire world, and you wouldn't go back for anything.

His lips mapped a careful and thorough path down your throat as he moved with you. Your nails dug into the meat of his arm, but he didn't complain. Your every sound was pushed out of you in small bursts, unable to form legible words. Not this far into the game. You were certain whatever your mouth was mumbling was nonsense trying to become a language both of you understood, but was failing to do so. Instead you decided to put your mouth back to work as you met his lips and tongue, whimpering at almost every movement.

You knew that he cherished you as well. It was in his every movement. His every idle tapping. His eyes when he looked at you as he did now. In his every drop of sweat and every teasing grin. He murmured his joy into your skin and sang praises (literally) for you when he was in a great mood.

You clung to him, legs straining as you bit your lip. "Don't hurt. . . Your cute lips." Saeyoung admonished. His voice was rough and broken, which only made your body clench at the sound. He moaned, burying his face into the pillow beside your head briefly before he lifted it again.

Your mind raced with possible answers, but was slowed by the honey sweet sensations flooding your brain. You were unable to form words, so you just smiled and made a kissing sound in his direction, licking your swollen lips. He growled once, playfully, before he licked your lips for you. Your buried your hand into his hair as your other hand scraped over his back.

You wanted to thank him for everything. For making the RFA app that led you to the best people you had met in your life. For letting you into his heart. For choosing you of all people to be in this moment with. For every grain of joy that filled your life. For becoming your husband. It wasn't enough.

You gave a sob, but you were unable to tell if it was from your desperate feelings or from the edge of the moment. You thought maybe Saeyoung's name (one of them) slipped through your lips, but it was strained as your neck arched. He laughed, so you must have sounded funny. A huff of air left you automatically in response, and then you laughed harder as your remembered a joke from earlier during foreplay. Your laughs turned into soft sobs.

"Babe . . ." Saeyoung murmured, movements becoming more desperate even as his voice softened in concern. He knew you would tell him to stop if there was a problem.

It wasn't enough. Words pressed against your lungs and your throat. They stampeded on your tongue and cried out through your lips. Your body shuddered at the intensity and your mouth finally went slack without your words being vocalized.

Saeyoung held you through your end, steadying you in the exact moment you needed. And when you rose above the surface of your pleasure, you returned the favor. He gasped your name repeatedly, over and over until your name was nothing but a jumbled mess that he cut off suddenly. Your nails pressed and scratched insistently and soothingly at his hairline and down his back as far as you could reach as words finally found understanding and voice in your throat.

"I-I love you!" You gasped, jerking slightly at the jolt that went through your body. The words shuddered out of you like a prayer. You repeated it again, giggling as you "prayed" to your god. Saeyoung only kissed you again and again as the heat settled between you two to cool. You reluctantly released him as he moved to lay beside you instead, bodies separated. You tried to steady your breath as you said it one more time to him.

Saeyoung threw his arms over his face, laughing quietly and then louder. His cheeks were almost as red as his hair as he shook his head. "I know! I know!" He giggled somewhat breathlessly. "God . . . ! Agh, you're so damn cute!"

You were confused. You rolled over onto your side to face him, shifting a little uncomfortably at the feeling of your body. "What?" You felt there was more to the story there.

He lifted his arm enough to peek a golden eye at you. It was scrunched with amusement as he said, "You were saying it over and over. Between you saying my name . . . ssss. Names."

"Oh god." You blushed, somewhat mortified. He had somehow understood what you had been saying?

"Damn, you're so cute!" He laughed more at your embarrassment, grabbing you and wrapping himself around you. His hand settled cheekily on your bottom as he pressed a solid and prolonged kiss to your forehead before releasing it with a smacking sound. "You didn't even notice!" He chuckled.

"I was preoccupied." You muttered, only somewhat sulkily. You couldn't feel embarrassed for long around him. Especially not snuggled up to him as you were.

"Even if you weren't," Saeyoung said, his voice deepening with that somewhat shy and mostly serious tone, "I would want you to say it over and over again anyway."

"Which part?" You asked, smiling even as your heart kicked back into a flutter at his words. "Your name . . . ssss . . . Or I love you?"

"Both. All of it. Don't ever stop talking." You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, "You're not talking! What did I just say?"

"If you would let me!" You laughed.

"Just like that! That laugh is music to my ears!" Saeyoung praised. "More."

"I love you, Seven." You kissed his chest.

"More." He commanded still.

"I love you, Luciel." You kissed his cheek.

"Keep going." His grin was threatening to break across his lips.

"I love you, Saeyoung." You murmured and kissed his lips. He hummed with delight.

"Perfect."