Title: Formal dressing

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Warnings: Edward's language

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"Sure this is alright?" Edward stood in front of the mirror, checking his reflection for what was probably the hundredth time.

Roy raised an eyebrow. His lover looked, as always, gorgeous in his black jeans and buttoned shirt, his hair arranged in a ponytail that rested on his back. "Yes, this is perfect. It's just my aunt you're meeting," he paused, and smirked. This was too good to miss. "Not like you have an appointment with the Fuhrer."

Ed smirked. "Yeah, I'm just fucking him. Might dress differently for that. Less formal clothes."

"Less clothes, yes. You're coming?"

"Yeah. Come'on."