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Takashi fell onto the bed, a laugh smothered by Matt’s insistent lips on his. “You’re eager tonight.” he murmured when his husband pulled away enough for them both to breathe.
“Can you blame me?” Matt grinned, sitting up so he straddled Takashi’s hips and running his hands down the front of the tuxedo-like jacket Coran had helped him dig out of storage. “I get to make an honest man of Takashi Shirogane.”
“Shirogane-Holt.” Takashi corrected, his heart doing a funny little flip in his chest as the words left his mouth. Matt wasn’t his boyfriend anymore because now he was his husband, and sure it hadn’t been what they talked about when they were lying on the Garrison roof imagining their lives after the Kerberos mission but it had been perfect anyways. “We’re married.”
“We’re married.” Matt nodded, beautiful dorky smile blooming on his face. “Shit, Taka, we’re like, actual adults.” he tilted sideways, falling onto the mattress almost on top of Takashi’s arm. “Married adults.”
“Married adults.” Takashi nodded. “It doesn’t feel real.”
“I bet I can fix that.” Matt’s smile turned rakish, and Takashi rolled over to pin him to the mattress.
“Prove it.” he challenged.
Matt responded with a kiss, grabbing Takashi’s face with both hands to pull it down into range. The smooth band of the ring on his left hand pressed into Takashi’s jaw, and he fumbled slightly with the buttons on the front of his husband’s suit. It didn’t take long to shed their clothing, and once they were bare and lube had been retrieved Matt started kissing down Takashi’s chest. They’d swapped positions somehow while undressing, Matt now kneeling between Takashi’s spread legs and pinning him with a single hand on his hip.
“I love you, anata.” Matt whispered, his breath on Takashi’s ear sending electricity down his spine even before the words fully registered. “God, I love you so much.” he moved to press his lips to Takashi’s, gentle and chaste but still burning with so much affection it was like a tangible thing, pulling them together with a force as inescapable as gravity. Takashi threaded his hands into Matt’s hair and deepened their kiss, pressing up against his husband with a soft, needy sound.
“I love you.” he breathed between kisses, tilting his head back to let Matt mouth at his neck. Normally he tried to keep his boyfriend’s possessive marks low enough to hide, but Matt wasn’t his boyfriend anymore. They were married, Matt was his husband. Everyone was going to know tomorrow anyways, tonight was technically their honeymoon after all. Fuck, he was on his honeymoon. With Matt. He and Matt were on their honeymoon.
“Mine.” Matt murmured against his throat, low and piercing in the best way. “My husband.”
“Yours.” Takashi agreed breathlessly, pulling Matt back up for another kiss. “Até que a morte. [Until death.]”
“Sap.” Matt chuckled, and kissed Takashi deeply.
“You’re the one who married me.” Takashi grinned when they parted, flexing his human hand against the back of Matt’s neck and feeling the weight of the newly engraved ring resting there.
“Yeah, I did.” Matt sighed, and brushed Takashi’s bangs back from his face. “Remind me why?”
“And I thought I was supposed to be the one with memory problems.” Takashi teased, pulling his husband in for another slow kiss. God, he couldn’t get over how nice it was to even think that. Matt was his husband now, they were married. They were married. He pulled Matt down on top of him, deepening the kiss and drawing a soft moan from his husband’s mouth. His husband, the man he’d married, the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with, however long or short it wound up being.
“I love you.” Matt whispered, breathy and urgent between kisses. “I love you, Taka. So much.”
“Me too.” Takashi grinned, pressing his forehead to Matt’s. For a moment, warm hazel eyes filled his vision, pupils dilated wide in the low light. Then Matt’s pupils shrank, and he pulled back.
“Are you okay?” he asked quickly, one hand resting on Takashi’s chest and the other gently touching where his prosthetic arm was fused with his flesh.
“Yeah.” Takashi nodded.
“You’re crying.” Matt said, moving his hand from Shiro’s chest to swipe a thumb under one of Takashi’s eyes. It smeared warm liquid across his skin, and Takashi blinked.
“I’m just, so happy.” he smiled, sitting up and taking Matt’s hands in his, looking down at their rings. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.” he chuckled, the sound slightly wet, and Matt made a soft noise as he leaned in to kiss a tear away.
“You deserve to be happy, Taka.” Matt murmured, kissing away a fresh tear. “If there’s ever anything I can do, please, tell me.”
“I will.” Takashi smiled, ducking his head against Matt’s neck.