Kiceess
It was the most beautiful wedding anyone has ever seen.
And yet the husbands are nowhere to be found.
"Tharn, the door jamb is digging on my back"
"Tharn, this wall is too slippery,"
"Tharn this marble top is too cold"
"Type, if you don't stop complaining, I won't let you come,"
"Fuck! Fine! Just start with your fingers first," Type relents.
Tharn shakes his head and smirks. "Nah, I've got better plans for your pretty ass, love. My tongue has better plans, to be exact."
Type bites his lips until he tasted blood. This is NOT a good time for this, but he'll be damned if he says no.
So he nods and lets his husband do what he wants, and leave it to the Gods in the universe to not make people realize they disappeared to have sex.