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"Do we really need a wedding?" He asked, voice soft, his arms lay atop of Arens shoulders.
...
"What do you mean?" Aren croaked out. What did he mean by 'did they really need a wedding?' Did Kusuo not want to marry him? Shit, what if Kusuo was getting tired of him. Fuck. Aren stayed silent.
Did Kusuo not love him?..
For what seemed like an hour, Kusuo finally spoke up. "Well.. isn't this enough? Just you and me, together.."
"What..?"
"We don't need to be legally married. Just us together would be fine." He whispered, eyes shining through his warm expression.
"For instance, if I were to be asked right now. That if I were to take this man to be with me forever,
to love him, to cherish him,
in sickness and in health, will I forever stay with this man who stole my heart, for as long as I lived?"
"I do."
Kusuo finished. His smile wide, cheeks flushed with an attractive shade of pink. His eyes holding a treasure that only Aren could see and the stars that hid beneath his hypnotizing purple irises.
Aren's hold tightened on the waist that sat on top of him and smiled. So wide, that it felt like his eyes were starting to close shut and his jaw shook with a soft tremble in his voice.
"Me too."
Kusuo's eyes widened ever so slighty as his expression turned into genuine shock.
Aren hid his face on the soft skin of Kusuo's neck and nuzzled it.
Kusuo smelled like strawberries.
Kusuo blinked, then buried his cheek into Aren's purple locks and hugged him tighter. He swore he heard a soft sob overtake the man before him as he sighed.
"Good grief."