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"And do you, Bennett, take Razor to be your lawful wedded husband?"
"I do."
"You may now kiss the groom."
Razor grit his teeth in as big a grin his face could manage, his eyes narrowing from the strength of his smile. Their hands wrapped around each other's, fingers intertwined as they leaned in, lips reaching for one another as a few members of the crowd wiped tears of pride from their eyes.
Within seconds of being permitted to do so, they connected, warmth bursting through their hearts at each other's embrace. Desperate to feel this for as long as humanly possible, Razor pushed himself closer, reduced to whimpers of bliss as he found himself unable to string together any words in his head. He could hear the kameras whirring in preparation, somehow smiling even wider at the thought of having this moment forever frozen in time, being able to look over it every day for the rest of his life.
This smile didn't get the chance to fade when he realised Bennett's lips were no longer against his own, barely opening his eyes before a hand pressed against his head. Cheek to his husband and face to the audience, he tried to process what was happening in spite of the delay in his brain. Before he knew it, his cheek was squished, his face on fire, and a shutter had snapped.
Razor hummed to himself as he flicked his duster over the shelves, carefully cleaning the photos that had lined the walls for as long as he could remember. Years and years of memories were framed proudly on display, most featuring the two of them, a few of the team and, more recently, some little additions that had made their way into their lives.
A light weight pressed against his back, making Razor turn his head to greet his husband with a kiss as the man's arms dangled languidly against his chest, playing with his braided hair.
"You look so good in those, you know?" He smiled, nestling into Razor's silver locks.
"That's only because you're in them too." A mischievous grin crossed his face before softening into a fonder look as he reached out to one frame in particular. "But this one will always be my favourite."
He brushed his hand over the picture, looking over a much younger image of himself and Bennett. There they stood at the altar, dressed in the finest clothes they had ever worn, practically melting into one another with how close they were held. Razor faced the kamera, a mixture of joy and confusion covering his smushed face as Bennett licked his cheek with all his might just in time for the photo.