"So, how are you doing Mister Yamada?"

Shouta would like to say that he was prepared. That he'd heard himself being called it playfully enough times tonight that he was used to it. But the low husky sound of Hizashi's voice so close to his ear sent shivers down his back as he tightened his grasp on the hand in his. The hand resting on his lower back holding him close, close, close. Swaying idly from side to side together when he met that brilliant gaze of his husband's. His husband. What a thrill that thought was. "I'm doing fine. How about you, Mister Aizawa?"

He adored the brilliant smile that curled over Hizashi's lips when the man giggled then. As if he were delighted by the simple play on words when that arm around his waist tightened with Hizashi's lips pressing to his cheek. And he swore the photographers on the edge of the dance floor tightened their grasps on cameras. Waiting. He felt strangely self-conscious, but he ignored it when Hizashi spun him in a lazy circle that had him chuckling. "I'm doing beautifully! It's been amazing day, hasn't it, baby?"

"Well, I suppose amazing is one way to put it." He got a sharp tap on his lower back with Hizashi playfully pouting at him when he tightened his arm around his shoulder. The hand in his with fingers pressing into the back of his hand as the soft brush of Hizashi's palm against his had him tightening his own grasp. Swaying idly with that soft, sweet song playing overhead when he grinned at his husband. "I'm joking! Today was a beautiful day and I can say wholeheartedly you did wonderfully, love."

Green eyes glowed at him when he was turning again with his shoes tapping lightly on the smooth dance floor. The hand on his tightening on his in response when he admired the gentle, fluttering sway of his husband's veil. The way that strand of blonde hair swayed against his cheek idly to which he slid his arm from its curled position over his shoulder. Pinching the lock to tuck behind his husband's ear gently while being mindful of his hearing aid. "Good. Has this convinced you to change your perspective on big parties?"

"No."

Snickers then burst out of both of them then Hizashi's head fell forward allowing their foreheads to press together. Even if he had been calling this man his husband for close to a year, it felt strangely new tonight. As if they were officially married for the first time rather than celebrating their first anniversary. How odd it was to make their marriage feel new with a small renewal of vows and a kiss in a church made up by his husband's decorations. He swore there was no lovelier sight than his husband tonight.

With his hair twisted back into a braid that held his veil with its edges of gold to go with the rest of his ensemble. The soft edges of gold that, much like his hair, shone beautifully against the white of his suit. There was a sparkle in those green eyes that warmed his chest. Left him aching as he tightened his hand on Hizashi's with fingers digging gently into the back of his hand with a returning squeeze. The day had been nothing short of exhausting, but it had been beautiful. A day that he knew he'd replay for years to come.

He could never get over the lovely set up for the church that he'd walked into. Never forget how heartbreakingly beautiful Hizashi had looked on the arms of his mothers' as he walked down the aisle towards him. How warm those green eyes were when they'd been exchanging their vows or the tears that bubbled effortlessly on blonde lashes. How beautiful the venue for their reception was. The fairy lights, it seemed, were a theme for today but with the sun setting over the horizon it created a lovely effect.

The lights ran along the edges of the room then in a canopy over the dance floor to softly illuminate it. There were other soft lights placed around the room to light it up while remaining soft enough to give the room around them an ethereal appearance. The arrangements of pink and red roses, the blue irises and blue hydrangeas of the bouquets back at the church. The soft white of baby's breath. All in tall vases placed along the middle of tables where their family and friends chose to sit if they so desired.

There were carts of red wine being rolled around with glasses accepted. The soft white table clothes covering said tables. The light brown of the dance floor and the deep blue of the walls of the venue's room. The silky white ribbons that adorned vases and along the edges of tables. Around the DJ booth where Tensei was doing his best to keep music playing for them. The room was spacious, yet it felt like everyone was right there. Gathered along the sides of the dance floor to watch as Hizashi spun him around his arms.

He wasn't used to the eyes on him; the way he was stared at with a softness that had his skin threatening to crawl from the overstimulation of it all. But Hizashi acted as the buffer to the eyes that were on them consistently tonight. Keeping him distracted. Their first dance, their arrival, had been heralded by both of their sisters; Aimi and Suki seemed to delight in belting out their new hyphenated last names. His eyes still watered when he thought of the flashing bulbs of cameras during their first dance.

How they clicked feverishly when Hizashi dared to kiss him as he was spun in circles that left him dizzy. How delighted he was to be in the blonde's arms even if he couldn't dance, worth a shit. He had tried to practice with Nemuri the best he could in preparation, but he still felt stiff legged. Still felt awkward compared to how fluidly Hizashi spun him and tipped him down in his arms. Dipping him with lips coming down on his in kisses that sizzled like sparks of heat. The only dancing he knew perfectly was tap.

And there's no way he was going to tap dance with his husband at their wedding of all places. It had him eager for another kiss even if the feverish clicking of cameras threatened to ruin it. He was in the spotlight for the first time in his life and he didn't know how he felt about it. Not at all. But the blonde was acting as his buffer to keep him from being too overwhelmed. He'd sworn he'd never heard cameras work faster than they did when they'd walked up the front walkway to the venue. When they entered the front doors of it.

When they entered the room with that introduction of their sisters. There was an infectious excitement the lower the sun got in the sky. The darkness of night coming over them through the large windows of the venue allowed him to admire the fairy lights that shone like personal stars in the room. He was happy. It was a thought that startled him but God, he was so fucking happy today. So overjoyed that he hardly recognized himself when he caught his reflection in the windows. The large dark eyes filled with that undeniable joy.

The pink blush smothering itself over his freshly shaven cheeks. The smile that seemed to refuse to diminish in the slightest bit. He didn't recognize himself. He didn't understand the man in the reflection, beaming with such quiet joy, was himself. Not when he was so enthralled by the blonde before him with his freckles standing out for kisses. The pink blush smothering itself over his husband's cheeks and the blonde lock brushing his cheek that he tucked behind his ear. The way those pupils expanded when the blonde looked at him.

How those green eyes looked at him with such adoration. With such love that it robbed him of breath when Hizashi spun him. There was a joy, brilliant, on his husband's face that had his stomach fluttering. His heart skipped wildly. He was in awe of the man before him, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that. Tonight was absolutely perfect, yet it hardly begun. They'd be leaving, eight o'clock sharp, to get to their destination for their short weekend honeymoon away from home. Two days all to themselves.

Hizashi had remained rather tight lipped about where they were going aside from the fact that he would love it. God, when he had first imagined a wedding, he didn't think he'd like it. And some part of him didn't like the attention on him; didn't like the eyes watching him. But his husband was working silently to coax him into staying relaxed. There was nothing he adored more than that. After their first dance there was the customary mother-son dance for them. Especially given his own mother would never show up to such a wedding.

Instead, Yuki had offered herself up while Kimiko danced with Hizashi. And he couldn't deny that he'd been touched by Yuki's offer. His mothers-in-law were nothing short of caring. Nothing short of affectionate with him. Like he was their son and, technically speaking, he was their son now. A son-in-law but a son, nonetheless. And the brunette hadn't hesitated to express that to him. She had murmured to him through the dance that should he need anything they'd be there. Assurances that he needn't worry about asking them for help at all.

To visit them more often. It warmed his heart when he'd agreed to visit them after their short honeymoon. And then, of course, he'd have his customary dance with his sister. And God knows Suki had been about to burst out of her skin with a delight in those light brown eyes of her as she held onto his hand. Spun awkwardly around the dance floor while Aimi and Hana took their turns dancing with Hizashi. And then, much to his surprise, he'd also gotten his chance to dance with his sisters-in-law while Hizashi had danced with his sister.

So much dancing in one night. So many new family members he found himself with that all had their quiet conversations with. Playful. Witty. Heartwarming. He'd then had his turn to dance with Nemuri who then took her dance with Hizashi. His feet were killing him in his shoes with throbs from his toes to the arch of his foot. The bottoms of his feet screaming in protest at the weight pushed onto them, but he ignored it. Happily, ignored it when the blonde before him was beaming so brilliantly with hands reaching for him.

When it felt bearable, manageable, when he was tucked in his husband's arms as he was spun and dipped. Swaying idly side to side with that soft music playing over the speakers, he tightened his hold on Hizashi's hand. His arm around his shoulders as he trailed his fingers over that silky blonde braid of his. It left him nothing short of excited to see the soft waves that would spill over his shoulders. Down his back. The gentle waves that would frame that pink face of his. How they'd shimmer as they swayed against his back.

There was nothing he adored more than when Hizashi would put his hair up into a braid and he must have known that. The same must have been the same with his eyeliner. God does he love it when Hizashi's wears it. It always made those green eyes look bigger. Electric. Hizashi used the hold on his lower back to spin them in a slow circle that had his shoes tapping against the dance floor as he clung to his husband. What a thrill those words were to hear for a second time like this. Hizashi was his husband.

Just like the first kiss in the judge's office after they were proclaimed husbands, it would never fail to leave him excited. To get his heart skipping to think of this stunning, beautiful man as his husband. His partner. They had their rough patches, the not so good memories, but God knows there was more than enough good to balance it out. He might never feel confident with Hizashi around alcohol and there might be some PTSD on both sides, but they'd made it through. They'd pull together the way that they always did.

He nuzzled his forehead to Hizashi's as they swayed gently side to side with that arm tightening around his waist. Holding him close, close, close. It had him melting when the blonde's forehead pressed firmly to his only for his nose to nuzzle to his. A gentle rub that had him smiling widely as he returned that gentle nuzzling. A soothing, calming action they'd long since developed before Hizashi's alcoholism. An action of affection that he adored more than anything. A quiet giggle left his husband then when the hand in his squeezed gently.

The then blonde pulled back with that soft smile on his lips. Eyes glowed at him with that smitten look to them when he grinned at the blonde. And tipping his head back slightly, tilting his face up, those soft pink lips came down on his with a sigh fanning over his cheek. One he couldn't stop himself from mirroring as he hands on his lower back kneaded at him. A gentle, firm press that kept them tightly pressed together as he swayed. Moving his lips against Hizashi's soft, warm ones with the feverish click of cameras ringing out.

A few sharp whistles ringing out had his face burning with a rush of heat to his cheeks, but he happily ignored it. Tried too when those warm lips were moving against his once, twice before pulling back when he tensed against the urge to chase after them. To press his lips to Hizashi's again and again. But not in front of others. Not when those cameras were catching everything that would inevitably be put into their wedding book. He tightened his arm around Hizashi's shoulders with his fingers tugging at that silky braid.

It got the blonde smiling widely when lips came down on his again. It was a firm press that sent a tingle racing down his back at the touch of those soft lips when the blonde pulled back. Swaying together, he leaned in to nuzzle his nose and lips to that pink cheek that lifted with that wide smile. He wanted nothing more than to leave. To call it a night right here and now but he knew that he had to go through the motions. Just a little longer. He had to cut the cake, eat dinner with Hizashi, and then they could go.

He'd never been one to be greedy, but God knows he just wanted Hizashi to himself. To spend the night with his husband the way he wants too. But he was going to go through the motions for his husband's sake. As much as he'd like to leave early, he refused to do so. He'd give his husband the reception that he clearly took time to decorate and pretty up for the both of them. Took the time to plan all of this just for them. It was incredibly heartwarming to know that Hizashi had gone above and beyond just to make him happy.

To show him how much he loves him. God, he didn't know how he got so lucky as to fall for this man. To find himself careening headfirst in love with him the way he did but he didn't have to over complicate it, did he? There was no reason too. Not when being tucked in his husband's arms as they swayed together gave him everything he wanted. He'd give his husband anything he wants and more if it meant making him happy. He swayed side to side with the hand on his lower back kneading at him.

The hand in his squeezing gently with that thumb moving slightly. And then Hizashi's head dipped forward to press their foreheads together again with a sigh leaving the blonde that had him grinning. He wished he could say that he wasn't at all overwhelmed. The eyes on him throughout the day and the night so far had his skin crawling despite Hizashi acting as a buffer. He was overwhelmed by the eyes on them as they were watched. By the beauty of his husband and the beauty of the room around them.

He let himself be twirled with the blonde holding him tightly to keep him from slipping. From stumbling over his feet. He spun with Hizashi with that grin widening on his lips when the blonde beamed at him. There was a delight to the blonde that he couldn't get enough of. A delight that shone like a brilliant light in his face and eyes that radiated his joy. His love. His affection. And he felt like a moth being drawn to a flame; watching that joy glowing brighter with each action done. Each compliant sigh he gave before giving in playfully.

All so they could have a lovely evening. It made Hizashi happy and that was the goal of saying yes to having a proper wedding. It had been his driving force when Hizashi had asked if they could have a proper wedding. When Nemuri had brought up that it was normal for couples to throw a ceremony and reception after marriages before a judge in courthouse. And despite knowing it would be over the top, he couldn't help but hope that his husband would keep it quiet. And somehow, someway, his husband had done both of those very things.

The scenery of the church, of this reception hall, all spoke of a classical setting. Something gorgeously over the top while also remaining subtle somehow. Something elegant that he couldn't get enough of when he let his gaze wonder around the room. When he let himself gawk at the soft fairy lights that had his husband's hair shining glossily under their light. How the gold of the hem of his veil shimmered. The hints of gold on his suit shimmered gently in the low lighting of the fairy lights as they caught them.

Hizashi was so beautiful tonight that he could hardly get enough of staring at the man. He couldn't get his fill of the beauty his husband possessed tonight. He may not recognize his own reflection when he caught it in the windows behind them, but God knows he was enraptured by his husband. Awed by the beauty displayed by the man. He couldn't take his eyes off Hizashi even if he wanted to. And God knows he didn't want to look away. He could admire that face of his, the tuxedo he wore, all night long.

Anything to imprint the sight of his husband into his mind for later use. For later memories. Pulling back from that forehead press, he slid his arm from around Hizashi's shoulders to instead around his waist. Squeezing at the hand in his, he felt that heat throb lightly in his cheeks, but he moved before he could let that indecisive hesitation claim him. And so, trying to keep himself from thinking about it, he rested his head on the blonde's rather broad shoulder. Inhaling the sandalwood of his cologne when the hand in his squeezed firmly at his.

The arm around his waist tightening as he was held tightly to the blonde as the swayed in their little circle. He let his eyes flutter shut with that heat burning in his cheeks with each drag of that sandal wood cologne down into his lungs. It had his head spinning as he buried his face into his throat at the feverish click of cameras being had. He tightened his hand on Hizashi's hard with fingers digging into the back of his with that thumb moving against his. Slowly rotating in their small square formation as he clung onto his husband.

Calming.

He may not be good at ballroom dancing, but he'd dare say that he was getting the hang of it. Resting his head on Hizashi's shoulder was like getting a break from the world around him. With his eyes shut, his face buried into his throat, he could almost imagine them being home. Rocking from side to side in the kitchen while dinner is cooked behind them. While the coffee pot gurgled with soft music spilling from his husband's phone. But the ache in his legs and feet spoke volumes to keep him tethered to reality.

The clicking of cameras along the edge of the dance floor and the soft murmur of quite a few guests rang out as they either watched on or had their dinner from tables. He was hardly the type to like being in the spotlight; to have eyes on him like this. If anything, he'd dare say that he was happier than anything tonight. He may be unwilling to put himself into the public eye like his husband or enjoy having those eyes on him, but he could handle it. His husband, whether intentional or unintentional, was right there for him.

Hizashi truly was like a buffer tonight. He was a small safe haven for him to tuck himself into when needed. Even if his husband was slimmer, much slenderer than himself, he was more than content to hide himself in his embrace. Tightening his arm around the blonde's waist, he dragged that sandal wood cologne down into his head. It had it spinning weakly as he swayed side to side in their slow square formation with the blonde's arm tightening around him in response. The hand in his warm against his.

Something he could cling onto as he nuzzled his face into his husband's throat with that arm squeezing him gently. The hand in his comforting with that thumb sliding against his gently when Hizashi's cheek pressed to his forehead as they swayed. It was far more comforting with his eyes shut. When he could focus on the warmth of his husband in his arms. The familiar scent of his cologne that had his head spinning weakly. He loves this man. God, does he fucking love him. It left his chest feeling full.

Fuck, if his heart didn't ache from the rush of emotion. The cramping squeeze of his chest that came with that adoration he held for his husband. He loves him to absolute bits. There'd never be a day nor a reason he would regret dating this man. In marrying him. He adores Hizashi more than the blonde knew; loves him much more fervently than he possibly knew. He slid his thumb against the back of Hizashi's hand which got him a soft hum from the blonde in his arms. Swaying, swaying, swaying.

He could live in his embrace for centuries and it'd never be enough. He didn't want to leave this moment. He didn't want the bubble of tranquility to pop. If anything, he knew he could say like this all night long. Let the blonde sway him back and forth sweetly with that quiet humming of the blonde that came with the soft crest of music from the speakers. Swaying in their small square formation as that arm remained tightly wrapped around his waist. The hand on his lower back rubbing at him comfortingly.

The blonde nuzzling his cheek against his forehead was another comfort he didn't know he needed. He didn't know if the wedding itself had unlocked this desperate desire to shower him with affection but the moment they were alone? Oh, he plans on loving this man properly. On giving him everything he could ever want and more for their honeymoon. Something they didn't have the time for last year but there was never such a thing as being too late for a honeymoon. And Hizashi had proven that to him one too many times.

Clinging onto the blonde, he nuzzled his face into his throat. Pressing a kiss up beneath it to the fluttering pulse point that went wild beneath his lips. The blonde squeezed him impossibly close with the hand in his gently squeezing as he was then spun quickly. It had him stumbling over his feet, but he couldn't stop himself from nearly snickering when the blonde nuzzled his head again with his cheek. The warmth in his cheeks had him hiding his face away from the room. With his eyes shut, it could very well be the both of them together.

Alone. Not another soul in sight. But he knew that speeches were going to be mad with toasts for the future taking place. Then there was the cake cutting. He hummed softly when he got a hum back from his husband who held him closely. Tenderly. Like he was something truly precious in the blonde's arms as he tightened his own arm around his husband. Wanting to hold him close, close, close. God, he may not see the need for loud parties, but he can accept this to be the one exception to that rule.

He nuzzled his face into the blonde's throat with that cheek rubbing against the top of his head. There was so much love today it left him feeling dizzy. Left him feeling absolutely delirious with the emotion that tightened and twisted in his chest leaving him breathless. It threatened to crush him with the weight of that emotion in his chest. There wasn't enough time in the day or night for him to get his fill of the blonde before him. Not enough time for him to admire the blonde who looked so beautiful today.

So unbelievably beautiful that his chest throbbed with the intensity of his desire. He loves Hizashi more than anything in the world. There was no one he swore he loved more. Of course, he loves his new family members and his younger sister, but there was something amazingly different about the love that he held for Hizashi. A love that was so damn intense it threatened to choke him up at times. Like today. God knows his throat had been tight through the entire ceremony and when he'd walked down the aisle.

Even now, that knot of emotion threatened to twist into his throat. He was so damn happy. It was like that day when they'd gone down to the courthouse. When he'd been staring at those eyes that reflected the soft golden light of the afternoon. How happy Hizashi had been when he'd picked his ring out afterwards. When he slid it onto his ring finger. There was a sense of pride, of delight, in sliding those rings back into their places on their fingers. Hizashi had gifted him a delicate silver chain before the wedding.

Doing so with the promise he wouldn't be upset and that he didn't have to wear his ring on his finger at work. That he could wear it on the chain so he could keep it close to him and he adored the idea. The notion that he could keep the golden band close to him whether it was on the chain or around his finger. Today had been an absolutely exhausting day from the moment he woke at the crack of dawn to bird twitters. To his husband flying about their bedroom with their suits hanging in their dressing bags waiting to be taken by them.

The blonde had scrubbed himself down and was lotioning his skin by the time he'd lifted his head from the pillow. Helping him rub the lotion over his back before jumping in the shower to freshen up. It had been a fast morning with himself choking down his cereal on his queasy stomach that had churned with anticipation and excitement. He'd let Hizashi take off early to the church so he could get himself "dolled up" as the blonde put it. He'd been alone for most of the day which allowed him to think and reflect.

God knows he'd been ready for a nap by the time he'd taken his suit to the church. When he was led to his dressing room and past Hizashi's The sound of the blonde's giggles had penetrated the door. Deafening in the quiet of the church hallway. He'd been happy to give his husband the wedding day that he deserved. The wedding day he wished he could've given him last year, but it was like an amazing balance. He got his quiet wedding last year at the courthouse while Hizashi got his wedding ceremony and reception this year.

He just wished they could've done it differently. Clinging onto his husband as they swayed, it was so easy to feel happy. To feel that silent joy radiating off of his husband as he held him close. The way he was cherished is how tenderly he was held by his husband. Fuck him, he adores this man. And he planned on showing it tonight when they went off on their honeymoon. Opening his eyes to peek through his lashes, they spun in a lazy circle where he saw Aimi and her partner were dancing together.

The black dress swirling around knees with beaming smiles aimed their way. His feet were aching something fierce, but he ignored it in favor of swaying with his husband. Shutting his eyes again, he kissed the blonde's neck gently with his lips trailing up beneath his jaw to that fluttering pulse point. It was going positively wild beneath his lips. They then spun from the sight of Aimi and her partner dancing together. Of Hana and Nemuri on the edge of the dance floor with cameras of their own in hand.

He didn't know how many photographers were here, but he hoped it wasn't too many. Nuzzling his lips to that fluttering pulse point, he raised his head up to kiss Hizashi's jaw gently. Swaying gently side to side with hairs tickling his throat. Swaying over his shoulders lightly when he crawled his lips up to that warm cheek. Nuzzling at it briefly before moving down to kiss at the corner of his husband's mouth. And he swore he could hear those cameras readying themselves when Hizashi let out a trembling breath.

And then those soft, warm pink lips were coming down on his in another kiss. Sliding slowly against his as the arm around his waist tightened around him when he listened to the feverish click of cameras. The flashes that lit up the back of his eyelids as he slid his lips lazily with Hizashi's. Holding himself close to the blonde without knocking him over, he moved his lips against the blonde's. Slow. Firm. Kisses that sent tingles down his back when he tightened his arm around the blonde. His grasp on the soft, slender hand in his.

Moving his lips against Hizashi's, his lashes fluttered on his cheeks when the blonde let out a sigh that fanned over his cheek. A sigh he couldn't stop himself from echoing. He fought the urge to twist his fingers into the fabric of his husband's tuxedo. To hold onto him while those lips slid lazily against his. It had heat flickering under his skin like a slow smolder; not quite there yet but God if it didn't have him interested as those lips slid against his. He had not a clue where they would be during their honeymoon.

His husband had been amazingly tight-lipped about it but he knew exactly what they'd be doing tonight. A weekend alone with his husband? It was a dream. A beautiful scenario that was filled to the brim with possibilities. The quiet whisper of their moving lips was just barely audible over the soft music playing around them. He had to fight to keep from curving into his husband's arms the way he would if it were just them. A twist that would be far too inappropriate. God, he could kiss this man for hours.

Keep his lips pressed firmly to Hizashi's until he was breathless. He wants to kiss this man silly while he had chance. To twist up into his arms as he was held with such tenderness it made his heart ache. Sliding his lips against Hizashi's, he tightened his arm around him again with his fingers clutching at the fabric despite his attempt not too moments ago. Holding onto his husband who slid his lips against his. Melting to shape and mold to his own; curving to fit with that familiarity that had him letting out another shaky breath.

His husband leaned forward causing him to arch ever so slightly in his arms. Swaying slightly together as hands slid along his back to hold him impossibly close to the blonde. He clutched at the blonde who held him in return with the hand in his tightening with that thumb moving along his in a gentle caress. His heart jumped in his chest with its racing sprints as lips moved against his with a familiar insistence. A budding spark of a passion that his breaths trembled in response too as he clung onto his husband.

He knew it was a bad idea, but God help him if that spark didn't have his stomach fluttering. If he didn't delight in returning it to the blonde who hummed quietly to him as that hand on his lower back slid up it slightly. Resting in the middle of it to hold him close while the hand in his squeezed. What he'd give to touch that pink cheek. What he'd give to tug that beautiful, intricate braid out of his husband's hair and bury his hands in the blonde waves. It had his fingers itching with that desire to tug his husband's hair down.

However, he fought it down in favor of focusing on Hizashi's lips on his. In sliding lips against those soft ones giddily with the click of cameras along the side of the dance floor. He was spun then dipped down in his husband's arms as those lips moved against his. Much like before, this time there was a chorus of whistles that had his face burning with a fresh wave of heat when Hizashi lifted his head away from the kisses with a smack. And this time he chased after them with the intent of getting one, two, three presses of those soft lips against his.

Warm.

They were so unbelievably warm. He was then straightened up when he lifted his arm from its place around his husband's waist. Pulling his hand from Hizashi's to curl his arms up with hands interlocking against the back of his neck. Hands came to rest on his waist as lips came down on his again. There was another sharp whistle, but he happily ignored it as he moved his lips against those soft warm ones that fit so perfectly against his. He was held close much to his absolute delight as he swayed gently on his aching feet.

A moment of discomfort now and a night of pleasure off of his feet later. Soon enough they'd be flying through those doors to get to their honeymoon. To celebrate their marriage the way they both wanted to. Even if it was only a measly weekend, he wanted to shower this man in the love he deserved. The slow slides of those lips against his had him eager for another kiss; another slid of those soft lips to his. Admiring how they curved and molded to his own after all of these years. Like two warped puzzle pieces that weren't meant for one another.

Puzzle pieces that, over the years, had warped to fit perfectly with one another the best they could. And he adores the thought. He moved his lips against those soft warm ones when hands slid along his waist before curving back to slide up his back. Rubbing it gently as he twisted into his husband's hold with a sigh fanning over his cheek. He truly, undeniably can't get enough of Hizashi. Never would he get his fill of the blonde man. There wasn't enough time in the mornings, afternoons or night time to get his fill.

He'd always want this man as fervently as he did the night the blonde first suggested making love in their early twenties. He'd need him just as badly as he had then. There would never be enough time in the day to get his fill of kissing him. Of touching him. Of making love with him. Fucking him into the bed. There'd never be enough hours to get his fill and he knew that Hizashi shared in that sentiment. He knew that the man wanted and needed him just as ferociously. Just as passionately. Was just as insatiable.

And it was all too evident in the way that his husband had been treating him like something precious. His hands always finding their way under his shirts or into his pants. Sneaking in to touch his skin. To love him until he was breathless and his head spun as he dropped onto his back. When Hizashi rolled off of him just to tug him close. He moved his lips against the blonde's as he was then spun once, twice, in tight circles that had his hair flying around his shoulders as he tightened his hands together.

Holding onto the blonde as he let himself be spun around with shoes tapping over the floor when hands slid along his back. Lips moving against his with a desire that made itself all too apparent. It had him returning it without thinking twice as his fingers tightened together with his arms moving. Sliding upwards to curl properly around his shoulders. Holding himself tightly to his husband as they swayed together. He was content. More than happy. He could stay just like this for the rest of the night.

To remain in Hizashi's arms as he was danced around the dance floor was worth it to think around the aches in his feet. He wants nothing more than to stay in Hizashi's arms for the rest of the night. It had that odd knot of emotion forming in his throat as he moved his lips against Hizashi's soft warm ones. Lips that he adored having on his; they were always so warm it left him eager for another touch. So soft that it was so unbelievably easy to love those thin lips of his. To never get enough of those soft lips on his.

He tightened his arms around his husband when he heard a few titters behind him. He knew that it would be better to let go. To stop kissing the blonde but he couldn't bring himself to break off the kisses. Not until Hizashi told him to do so. Moving his lips against those soft ones, there was a quiet smack between them that was hidden by the soft music playing over head. A sweet love ballad that was meant to tug at the heart strings fiercely. Something that they swayed effortlessly too. He was spinning.

He'd had a glass in between his dancing but his head spun like he'd had two. Three. He was exhilarated. He'd never been a big party person but God if he wasn't finding himself enjoying tonight. Found himself flourishing despite the eyes that were on him. On Hizashi. There was a joy bubbling in his chest that made those stares bearable. Hands slid along his back then with lips moving tenderly, sweetly against his with breaths trembling over his cheek. He was being held like he was something truly precious.

Something to be treated delicately. And he absolutely adores it. He twisted against his husband as they swayed gently side to side with hands sliding along his back when lips broke from his with a smack. He couldn't help a whine in the back of his throat only for it to choke off at the adoring smile on his husband's lips. Lips that pressed to his face, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and the tip of it. The arch of his brow and his forehead with cameras clicking feverishly when he kissed at his husband's cheek.

He was then spun once, twice, towards the right of the right side of the dance floor. He chuckled when the blonde lifted him briefly off his feet only to set him back down on the floor. Swaying together when he trailed his fingers over that silky braid again. Admiring the warmth in those green eyes; looking at him with such love it had his heart aching yet again. That odd emotion knotting in his throat that he tried to swallow down as he met that adoring gaze. Hoping his own love, his own adoration, was conveyed to his husband.

And judging by the sparkle those eyes he knew it was. Lips pecked the tip of his nose again as he tightened his arms around his shoulders when he leaned up. Kissing the bridge of his nose were those beloved freckles of his were darker before moving out to kiss at his cheeks. God, there was no way he could love this man more. His heart didn't feel capable of holding this much love in it yet it was. It was growing. Adjusting to the warmth that was twisting into his chest. That was choking him up as he kissed at his giggling husband's face.

It was a cliché thought but what if he never knew of this love? Would he have ever been able to love another man this much? Someone who wasn't Hizashi? He had not a clue. None. But all he knew was since he'd fallen for Hizashi all that had been there was love. An adoration that swelled in his heart forcing it to grow over the years to accommodate the love he held for this blonde. His obnoxious, nerdy, sweet, adorable Hizashi who belonged to no one but him. Legally speaking, there was no one that could take him away.

He was the blonde's forever just as the blonde was his forever. It was a thought that had him choking down giggles as he kissed at Hizashi's flushed face. Adoringly at those freckles on his cheek and nose. Hizashi was all his and it was a euphoric thought. That others could share in that love he and his husband held for one another. To show their friends and family just how much he adores the blonde. How much he loves him. He nuzzled his nose and lips into that hot cheek as his husband giggled.

They swayed then spun in a lazy half circle as he nuzzled at the man. Loving how those arms tightened around his waist much to his delight as he was held close. Held tightly. Like he might just disappear before the blonde was ready for him too. He pulled back only to have lips cover his once again much to his delight as they slid against his gently. Sweetly. A kiss that had his knees weak when he moved his lips to mimic those sweet, tender kisses that had his breaths trembling as he tightened his arms around his husband.

Holding him tightly with the quiet whisper of their moving lips filling the space between them. He could kiss Hizashi for hours and he'd never get his fill of them. Of how those soft, warm lips would curve to melt against his own. How they would mold and shape to fit with his while his own shaped to Hizashi's. Filling the gaps that those thinner lips couldn't hope to fill. There was a delight in kissing this man and tonight was no different. If anything, it felt strangely magical to have those pink lips on his.

The softness of the room around them with the low lighting of a few lights and the strings of fairy lights in a canopy above him gave the entire party a magical feeling. One that had him melting into his husband's hold as he tightened his hands together. Refusing to break them apart just yet. Just one more kiss. He swore it. Everything about today had held that magical note to it. An air that, somehow, would disappear. That any moment he'd wake up with his husband curled into his back as they spooned.

That this was going to be just another dream that his brain somehow came up with. It was an odd sensation, but he tried his best to ignore it. Tries his best to focus on the feel of those warm, soft lips sliding against his. How they fit perfectly with his own as they swayed idly back and forth. Holding onto his husband like he was his anchor. Like he was a weight that was keeping him tethered in the here and now. God, he'd sworn a day had never held such sentimental value nor did it ever feel more like a dream than it did now.

He wanted to ask his husband how in the world he'd gotten both the church, and the venue decorated for them so elegantly. He wanted to know how his husband managed to get all of this done but there was something much better about not knowing. About being kept in the dark on how his husband managed to do this. If anything, he'd rather bask in the soft yellow of the fairy lights that dangled above them with their wire thin lines. Standing out like tiny dots of light in the darkness of the room that amplified their soft glows.

Like lines of fireflies had been strung up above them. There was a magic today that he couldn't help but adore. An elegant beauty to the church and their reception that he couldn't stop himself from finding awe in. Hizashi had been so busy in the months leading up to this and he hadn't stopped once to consider what he was doing. The boxes that came in that the blonde ordered him not to peek into only for them to be picked up by Aimi or Nemuri. His husband had been running himself ragged the past handful of months.

All of this just to make today and tonight perfect for them. And God knows he'd done just that. His husband had gone above and beyond for their wedding. For their reception. It was only fair that he made their honeymoon as memorable as possible, wasn't it? That he gave this man all the love he deserves? He swayed with the blonde with those sweet kisses being given without a second thought. He tightened his arms around the blonde who slid his hands along his back. One placed higher up than the other resting on his lower back.

He was being held so tenderly it made his heart ache. It was a love, an adoration, that had him melting in his husband's arms. There was no one he could love more than Hizashi. No one could possibly hope to have made him fall harder. They'd had their ups and downs, their fights and breakups, but they made it, didn't they? They'd made it through the blonde's alcoholism that had run rampant for far too long. They'd made it through their breakups in college. They'd been through so much but here they were stronger than ever.

There's no one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with more than with his husband. With this man who was swaying so tenderly back and forth in his arms as he twisted forward into them. Trying to fit into his arms perfectly like two warped puzzle pieces could. He didn't believe in soulmates. He didn't believe in fate. In love at first sight. Love, in his opinion, took time. It took hard work, and it took dedication to feed it. If anything, love was something to work hard at. There was no chance of it thriving in any other conditions.

If time and dedication weren't shown to it. If there wasn't work on both sides to feed that love and trust together. Hizashi and himself had done just that. They fed this love of theirs even through the turmoil of his husband slowly sinking into alcoholism in his early twenties. Their breakups in college. He adores this man more than anything and nothing was going to stop him from loving him when the blonde had gotten sober. When he gave the man the kick in the ass, he needed to get better. Hizashi was his.

And there wasn't anyone, not a soul, who could take this man from him. He was determined to keep Hizashi in his life. To love this man who loved him just as ardently. Who adored him with such intensity that it left him breathless. Left him absolutely honored to know how much his husband loves him. And looking at the efforts he went through for their ceremony? In the love he saw in those green eyes when they'd been speaking their vows? The pride? The joy? Just the sight alone told him that all of this was worth it.

The way he kissed him so sweetly right now that he swore, he'd melt into a puddle soon enough. He was becoming putty in this man's hands much to his delight. And tonight, he swore he was going to show this man the love and adoration he deserves. He's going to give everything to make sure his husband knows how desired he is. To know how much he truly adores and loves him. He wasn't as open with his feelings as his husband was but tonight was going to be different. He swore it would be much different than usual.

Tonight, he was going to do his best to make Hizashi feel more than the usual amount of love he gave. To show how deeply that love for him ran. To show the blonde that there was another soul, another man, who could love him like he did. And he dared to say that was more than adequate after all the hoops his husband jumped through to make this day special for both of them. Tearing himself out of his idle thoughts, he slid his lips against the blonde's slowly. Sweetly. Returning the love that was poured into the kiss.

Returning that adoration, that love, in the kisses to his husband as he swayed idly with the blonde. Slow, lazy circles that had him humming quietly to himself with his husband echoing his hum as hands slid over his back with fingers rolling soothing circles into his back. Lips sliding softly against his with sweet kisses he felt eager to return to the man in his arms as he tightened them around him. And then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He grunted quietly as he jerked his shoulder away from the prodding fingers.

Doing so to instead tighten his arms around his husband's shoulders. Sighing out when arms tightened around him in response to holding him tightly when there was another tap on his shoulder that had him humming out irritably. He didn't care. He didn't care what next, they had to do but then there was another insistent tap on his shoulder. It had him jerking away again when his husband growled quietly as if irritated by it to which he groaned quietly. It was damn annoying whoever was trying to gain his attention.

His husband pulled from the kiss with a smack when he no doubt got a tap on his shoulder as well. His head turned instinctively with a scowl on his face at the interrupter behind them to find his sister staring at him with a spark of irritation but there was a spark of irritation to her when their swaying came to a stop. It was if they were interrupting his sister rather than it being the other way around. He tried to keep the pout off of his lips when the woman sighed out with light brown eyes narrowing at him slightly.

"I'm sorry for interrupting but it's time for the cake cutting! And then, of course, there's the toasts and speeches! So, lovebirds, let's get a move on, yeah? Not everyone wants to see you sucking face all night long so save that for when you're off on your way to your honeymoon, yeah?" His sister's grin widened then when he scowled fiercely at the girl before sliding his arms from around Hizashi's shoulders. "Besides, since Hizashi is officially my brother, you shouldn't hog him all to yourself! You're monopolizing the groom, Sho!"

"He's my husband. I get to monopolize him all I want, little girl!" He snapped when Hizashi giggled with arms sliding from around his waist as he was tugged close. Tucked against his husband's side, an arm wrapped around his waist, his sister merely raised her brows at him when Hizashi pulled gently at him to coax him into a walk. Shoes tapping over the floor, his sister fell into step with them when he then raised his brows at her. "You know, you don't always have to be a pain in the ass you know?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll have a much different pain in the ass tonight so don't worry about me!" He narrowed his eyes at the woman by his side when Hizashi coughed to cover up a blatant laugh to which he turned his scowl onto his husband as they stepped off of the dance floor with their friends and family following after him when his sister touched his hand. Her grin softened into a smile then she squeezed at his fingers. "I'm glad, though, that you seem so happy, Sho. That's all I ever wanted for you. For you to be happy."

And God, there was something sweet about his sister's words when she squeezed at his fingers. Something he returned when he let the scowl drop away with a sigh when Hizashi's arm squeezed around him. All she wanted was for him to be happy, huh? He could believe that. His sister had tried so hard for him to find romance in life; to see the world with pink lenses that he refused to put on. He squeezed at her fingers gently then. "You're such a pain, Su, you know that? It'll be your turn getting married before you know it."

"And you'll be walking me down the aisle before you know it too." He got another squeeze before fingers slid away from his when his sister then put a pep to her step with her black waves bouncing lightly in their up-do. Locks framing her face beautifully when she then gestured forward gaining his attention with that soft smile on her lips. It was a rather touching statement; the idea that someday he'd be walking his sister down the aisle. "Alright! Enjoy your cake, Sho!"

He blinked then when he turned his focus forward to find a beautiful three tier cake before him; with frosted on bows and sashes frosted onto it with elegant white frosting smeared with soft yellow flowers. Blue. Pink. It was beautiful. It was a stunning cake that had his mouth dropping open slightly as Hizashi tugged him forward towards the table. A knife was resting on the table as he and Hizashi walked around it together with the blonde grinning. "It's the marble cake we both liked, remember?"

"Marble, huh?" His husband's arm slid from around his waist then leaving him feeling strangely barren. As if he had been let loose onto sea without his tether. It had him shifting closer to the blonde as he watched Hizashi reach out to the knife glinting up at them when he lifted his own hand up. Covering Hizashi's, the knife was brought down on the cake. Carefully, precisely, two small pieces were cut out for himself and Hizashi with cameras clicking feverishly again. "I bet it's that whipped frosting you liked too, isn't it?"

"Why not find out?" Hizashi's gaze sparkled when he let go of the blonde's hand as two plates were handed around the cake by Nemuri. Hizashi took them from the dark-haired woman as he then slid their pieces from the cake onto the plates. Forks were then handed by Tensei when the knife was pressed down, and he picked up his plate as he accepted a fork. He then happily cut a large bite out of the piece while Hizashi did the same. He swore those cameras would be the death of him. "Ready, baby?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." He then scooped up the piece of cake with his fork with his plate raising upwards as he turned to stand closer to his husband. Anything to make it easier as the blonde cut out a large bite of his own piece then scooped it up with his fork. And together, forks were raised to lips as he opened his mouth. He stuffed his fork into Hizashi's mouth carefully to keep it from snagging on his piercing while cake was shoved into his mouth. He could feel frosting smearing against his top lip.

The corner of his mouth and crumbs running down his chin to the plate. He closed his mouth around Hizashi's fork which slid out when he watched lips closing around his fork. Cake frosting smeared around the corner of Hizashi's lips with green eyes glowing at him. Sliding his fork out of his husband's mouth while the cameras clicked feverishly with their flashes when he chewed his mouthful. It was damn good. His husband was chewing quickly when he swallowed. "Tha's goo'!"

Chewing the sweet cake quickly, he swallowed hard once, twice before clearing his mouth up. Licking at his lips to rid it of frosting, he placed his plate down to grab a napkin then lifting it up. He began rubbing at Hizashi's lips and the corner of his mouth while the blonde whined as he rubbed firmly. He wished he had something to wet it first but oh well. All too soon the napkin was plucked from his fingers and turned onto him when he held himself still before speaking. "You shouldn't talk with your mouthful."

"Too late!" The blonde chirruped as his face was cleared of frosting. A new napkin was being picked up to coax any moist crumbs that had landed on his chest off of him and he did the same with Hizashi. Fussing with it when he then had lips pressing to his cheek. Trailing to his jaw as arms slid around his waist to hold him close. The first slice of cake shared between newlyweds. That's what they'd missed last time but they did try to emulate it with brownies that night after the courthouse. "I love you so, so much, baby!"

"And that's why we're here, Zashi." He grinned to back up his playful tone when Hizashi raised his brows before reaching down to scoop up the rest of the cake with his fingers. And he happily opened his mouth up to accept the cake from the blonde who shoved it into his mouth. Smearing frosting on his lip when he closed his mouth then reached for the remaining cake on his plate. Lifting it up and shoving it into his husband's mouth who laughed around his mouthful. Cameras clicked rapidly.

He chewed his mouthful quickly then licked his lips before swallowing hard. He watched his husband's jaw working to chew the cake then the following bob of his Adam's Apple when his husband then licked at his own lips. Lapping away the frosting when the blonde then wiped his fingers off on a napkin that was then handed to him. He did the same when the blonde then began walking forward with his arm tugging at him as he swallowed again before speaking. "Let's go sit! I'm sure our dinner is waiting for us, yeah?"

"Pro'ly." He mumbled around his mouthful when he followed his husband around the long table towards the end of it where they made their way around it. Walking towards the tables lining the dance floor he noticed a few of their friends and family moving the DJ booth out of the way to free up the stage. He let himself be tugged to the first table close to the dance floor up front. And he couldn't help but thank his husband silently as the man's arm left his waist again to tug his chair out.

Sitting down in it, he then scooted forward as Hizashi pulled his chair out then sat down next to him. And as if they'd been waiting, their plates were put down before them on the table. Two steaks, well done for Hizashi and medium rare for himself, with potatoes, macaroni and cheese and green beans. It was a more American styled dinner, but he didn't mind it one damn bit. He'd been thinking of these steaks all night long and his husband smirked at him. "You must've worked up a real appetite dancing, huh?"

"Maybe. But I don't think it'll be too hard to burn off these calories tonight, will it, love?" He couldn't stop himself from coyly using that pet name that had cheeks flushing. A soft blush smothering itself over his husband's cheeks as that smirk widened with blonde lashes fluttering in a fast blink. Glasses slipping down his nose slightly when the man leaned forward. He lifted his knife and fork up to begin sawing into his steak that oozed slightly. "And I'm sure I'll work up another appetite for breakfast, won't I?"

"I don't know, baby, will you work up an appetite?" His husband leaned in closer to him then with his breath warming his ear. It sent a shiver down his back when teeth then nipped sharply at the shell of his ear as he listened to chairs being pulled out around them. The sounds of people sitting behind them when a waitress was placing a glass of red wine down before him. A glass of champagne for Hizashi who growled playfully in his ear. "I don't mind burning some calories tonight if it means I get to make love to you."

"Hizashi." He tried to breathe out the name in reproach of the woman who flitted off after Hizashi's champagne was placed down. His face burned hotly when he felt a hand slide along his thigh before squeezing as his husband leaned in with teeth nipping at his earlobe. Shivering at the sensation, he tried to focus on his hands that threatened to drop his knife and fork as he finished sawing off a bite of his food. "Eat your damn food! Get your mind out of the gutter while you're at it, Zashi. At least around family."

"Assuming my mind is in the gutter simply means yours was going that way, wasn't it?" He scowled then pointed at the blonde's plate with his fork when the hand on his thigh pulled away from it. A sigh leaving his husband then as he picked up his own knife and fork with a pout on those thin lips of his that held a faint swell from their kisses. It made them look a bit puffy with their soft pink hue tonight. "Fine, fine! I'll eat my food! But just know that you'll be having the time of your life tonight, baby! I promise you that!"

"Mhmmm." He stuffed his first bite of the steak into his mouth with a hum as he chewed the soft meat that seemed to melt apart in his mouth. Damn good. He watched Hizashi cut into his well-done steak, brown through and through, then lift his bite up to his mouth when there was a crystalline tinkling. It drew his gaze to the stage before him with his fork and knife hovering over his steak. Nemuri stood before them with a proud smile on her lips as she held a wine glass up with a fork held in the other.

Gaining the attention of the room effortlessly. He hummed before letting his gaze flick down as he began cutting himself another bite of his steak. The soft pinkish-red insides of it oozed slightly when he began to cut into it when Hizashi swallowed them reached for his champagne. There was ear-piercing feedback then that was quieted when Nemuri was then handed a microphone with a breath being taken. "Ladies, gentlemen, and all in between! I call your attention to the final part of tonight; speeches for the lovely couple!"

"Oh, Jesus Christ." He couldn't help but mumble as he lifted his forkful up and popped the meat into his mouth. Dropping his fork down to scoop up some of the potatoes that he then stuffed into his mouth when his husband smirked at him as he scooped up a large bite of the green beans and mac and cheese. It was a combo his husband adored but one he couldn't help but find disgusting even after all this time. He'd rather eat them separately on their own.

"I'd just like to say my piece then I'll pass the mic on to anyone who wants to share! Got it?" There were a few laughs when the blonde next to him chuckled around his mouthful before swallowing. Cutting into his steak anew then lifting his bite up when he reached for his glass. "I'd just like to say that I never saw it coming; not really anyhow. I'd dare say Shouta hated Hizashi with a burning passion! At least, that's the front that he put on to anyone around them. If anything, I thought he had a thing for another friend."

"She's not wrong, is she?" His husband whispered to him when he swallowed his mouthful, a playful sparkle to those green eyes. He elbowed the blonde who giggled before reaching for his champagne then lift it up to sip at the pale yellow, bubbling liquid. He wanted to roll his eyes; it's not like he was that bad back then, was he? He'd been stiff but he hardly thought he gave off the impression that he hated the blonde. The blonde's knee shifted to press against his then beneath the table.

A light, casual touch that sent tingles racing under his skin when he felt a fresh blush rush to his cheeks. He scooped up a mouthful of green beans then stuffed it into his mouth when Nemuri smirked at him as he chewed quickly around his mouthful when he placed his knife and fork down. "They both were such absolute wrecks that I doubted they'd ever confess! Until, of course, Hizashi mentioned the festival that is hosted in his old neighborhood tonight! He'd practiced with me for hours on how to confess to Shouta!"

"And she's not wrong about that, is she?" He loved the sharp elbow hit against his ide when he snickered quietly as his husband pouted at him but there was a playful sparkle to those green eyes as glasses slipped down his nose slightly. God, the blush smothering itself over his husband's cheeks was utterly beautiful. He cut into his steak again with the blonde scooping up a forkful of potatoes. Devouring his food in record time. It seemed they both worked up an appetite after all the dancing of tonight.

"And surprisingly enough, somehow and someway, Shouta felt the same! The two were absolutely inseparable when they began dating and were insufferable to be around!" Nemuri then smirked at him with raised brows when she raised her glass up with a sparkle to sky-blue eyes. "However, they've been through thick and thin. Through hell and back. They've had their ups and downs, their breakups and back together moments. I raise a toast to Hizashi and Shouta! May you both be disgustingly in love for years to come!"

There was a shout of agreement by their friends and family as glasses were lifted to which he lifted his own. Sipping at his wine when Nemuri did, his husband smiled as he sipped at his bubbling champagne. And then coming up across the dance floor was Hizashi's mothers. Kimiko and Yuki. Nemuri happily handed over her microphone to the brunette pair. Yuki took the stage, microphone in hand, with a beaming smile on her lips. "My Hizashi has never been the best with his emotions. With his head but that's never stopped him from being a smart boy."

"It's never gotten in the way of what he wants." What wild differences in Hizashi's mothers' voices; Yuki's a high, clear bell while Kimiko's was huskier than her wife's. It was comforting when the darker brunette her gave a smile of her own; softer, quieter. "When Hizashi first brought Shouta around, I won't deny, I had my doubts. Shouta was sullen, quiet, and clearly seemed to be a case of some type of abuse at home. However, he was a sweet boy the more we got to know him. The more he opened up to us."

"And Hizashi assured us countless times that Shouta was kinder than he let on and we had no doubts about that the more we got to know him." There was an adjustment of the microphone when he found his throat tightening as he tried to force down the mouthful of his. Dammit. He cleared his throat then swallowed when Yuki beamed at him again. "Shouta has always been like a son to us. That has never changed over the years he supported Hizashi and it's clear to anyone with eyes that Shouta loves Hizashi."

God, fuck him, since when did he get so emotional? Was it simply a few words to get him feeling this strange knot of emotion in his throat? He knew it was reasonable to be choked up when his husband came walking down the aisle. Looking down, he felt a hand cover his to which he let his knife drop to the table. Fingers interlocked with his as he turned his head to find watery eyes on him. A soft smile to melt his chest. "We love you, Shouta, like the son you've proven yourself to be."

"And we hope that you and Hizashi spend the rest of your lives together. We hope that you will let us in and let us be mothers to you whenever possible! You can call us any time, any day, and we'll be there for you!" And then glasses of wine were being held up by the women who smiled with such warmth. It had him looking down away from Hizashi. From his mothers. "And so, we raise a toast to the married couple! May you both know the highs and lows, joys and happiness of marriage together!"

He lifted his wine up to which he took a larger sip at the liquid. Swallowing down that damned knot of emotion in his throat that made eating impossible. His husband drained his champagne rather quickly before placing his glass down when he chose to drain his own glass. What was stopping him from letting loose a bit? The two women made their way across the stage when he let out a light cough as the hand in his squeezed. Hizashi leaning in closer to him. "You alright, baby? You got a little misty eyed there!"

"Says the one with tears in his eyes!" He mumbled back as Tensei took the mic with his own glass of wine in hand. He didn't know how many more sweet words he could take in one night. How many times could he listen to their friends and family talk about how they knew from the start what even he hadn't known? It pulled at his heart strangely when he waved down a waiter with wine who rushed over to fill his glass. The hand in his squeezed when he let out a breath. "I love you, Hizashi, you know that?"

"Of course I do! It's why we're doing this!" He squeezed at his husband's hand as Tensei rattled off before them the words he'd come to expect from this. He was half listening to the man when Hizashi leaned in to kiss at his cheek when he raised his free hand up to slip beneath his husband's glasses. To rub at the blonde's eye. It closed to which he slid his thumb beneath it with blonde lashes tickling his thumb as a tear smeared under it. "You're the best husband, you know that? The best fucking man ever."

"So aren't you, Zashi. You're an amazing husband and I couldn't be any luckier. Thank you, for putting up with my sourpuss ass all of these years." He then winced when Hizashi leaned forward with their heads hitting together with a throb at the impact. He slid his fingers down Hizashi's cheek in a caress before tapping at his jaw lightly when the blonde giggled as that head then nuzzled itself to his gently. He then turned his attention to the stage where Tensei was handing off the microphone to Hizashi's brother.

He wished he could say that he was paying attention. Listening to the words of their family and friends but he couldn't focus when the blonde was leaning into his side with that free hand sliding down onto his thigh where fingers plucked at his pants absentmindedly. Picking invisible lint off of it. It had him melting into the blonde's side as his chair scooted closer to him. His husband. Hizashi was his, his, his and he couldn't get enough of how liberating it felt just to say that to himself. "Zashi?"

"Mmm?" The blonde let out a quiet hum with fingers continuing to pluck invisible lint from his dress pants when he pressed his temple to the blonde's. Nuzzling at him when his husband giggled quietly at him then nuzzled back with the blonde's hand tightening in his. The hand on his thigh sliding up and down in a caress when he let out a breath as the blonde squeezed at his knee gently. Using just enough pressure to get him melting into his side. "I love you, Shouta Yamada-Aizawa. I love you so fucking much."

Smiling softly at the blonde, he tightened his hand on the blonde's. Squeezing at him as he slid his thumb along the back of his hand when the hand on his knee squeezed at him. God, did he love this man. There was no one that he could adore just as much like this. Nuzzling his head to Hizashi's earned him another of those quiet laughs from the blonde when he hummed at his husband. Letting his eyes flutter shut briefly, he slid his free hand up to caress his forearm. "And I love you, Hizashi Aizawa-Yamada. Forever."

"Forever, baby! You're stuck with me for the rest of your life now, you know that?" He loved that playful, low note to his husband's voice as Haru spoke on the stage. He wasn't listening. He couldn't pay attention when the blonde was shifting his head slightly to kiss at his cheek. It was a sickening display of PDA tonight that normally he would never indulge in. Something he'd save for at home when it was just the two of them but tonight? Tonight he truly didn't mind it. "I'll love you forever, baby."

Pulling his head away from Hizashi's, he slid his hand along his forearm before leaning in to kiss at the tip of his nose. At the bridge of it where the smattering of freckles was darkest; freckles that he adored fervently. They were absolutely adorable. He was sure he'd always adore those freckles when he kissed at the blonde's cheek that lifted up into a wide, sweet smile. One of his smiles. It had his heart fluttering when he caressed the back of Hizashi's hand. "I think I like the sound of that."