#Boudoir Birthday Bash

[seriouslysnape]

Picture Perfect

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Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Sexual implications (a lottttt of them)

A/N: I might do a part two to this...

Word Count: 1,635

“Like them? I love them.”

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You watched with anticipation as Draco popped another one of the Bertie Botts Flavour Beans into his mouth. His sculpted jaw moved up and down as he chewed. His eyes suddenly shut tightly and his face contorted into disgust. You leaned forward a tad, curious to see what mystery flavor he had picked. He swallowed hard and coughed at the foul taste.

“Soap.” He sputtered, reaching for the glass of water on his bedside table.

You bursted into laughter, laughing even harder at the way he brought a hand to his chest as the taste dissipated from his tongue. He grinned at you from over the rim of his glass, taking another sip.

“Your turn.” He said. 

This was a game of sorts that you and Draco liked to play whenever the two of you made a trip to Hogsmeade. Honeydukes Sweets Shop was your absolute favorite place to go and make pleasurable purchases. There were endless rows of candies and other tooth rotting snacks that were your ultimate guilty pleasure. 

You were always sure to snag a new box of Bertie Botts Flavour Beans. You and Draco would sit in his private, prefect room and take turns selecting a bean and seeing which flavor you were bestowed with. You were snug in one of his Quidditch jumpers, your legs wrapped around his waist while the two of you sat on his bed. 

Draco was always less fortunate than you during this game.

You took a bean into your hand, taking a breath when you put it in your mouth. Your tense shoulders relaxed when you started chewing. A delicious, fruity taste flooded your tastebuds, a cheeky grin appearing on your face. Draco threw his head back in exasperation at the sight of you getting yet another good flavor.

“Again?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Cherry.” You smiled, swallowing the small candy.

Draco’s blonde eyebrows raised, a devious look crossing over his face. His hands rested on your thighs that were secured around him, leaning forward.

“Mmm. Do you mind sharing?” He smirked.

You hummed affirmatively, capturing his lips in a hot kiss. His tongue danced with yours, tasting your familiarity and the traces of cherry candy. His hands went to the side of your neck to bring you closer, while you gripped at the collar of his sweater. His kisses muffled your girly giggles, a chuckle vibrating out from his own chest. 

You tapped his shoulder to pause your make out session, a mumble of realization sounding out from your throat. He whined when you stopped kissing him, but based on the bright look on your face, you had something in mind. 

“I have something for you.” You announced in a playful way.

His gray eyes darkened a touch, his fingertips drumming on the skin of your leg. 

“Is that so?” He questioned, making guesses already in his head.

You were giddy with joy as you scrambled from his array of blankets and his comforter. You reached into your backpack, pulling out a solid black book with a red bow on it. It was a rather large book, about the size of his Care of Magical Creatures textbook. Draco felt a quick surge of panic. He was the worst about remembering holidays and birthdays, and he instantly thought that maybe he had forgotten something special.

“Don’t get mad if I have, but...did I miss something?” He asked.

You let out a snicker as you rejoined him on the bed. Ever since he had forgotten your birthday a few months ago, now he was always afraid he was going to miss something else. 

“You haven’t. This is just something I’ve been working on.” You bubbled up gleefully.

You set the book on his lap, watching as his eyes raked over the cover. He felt a warmth in his chest at being given a gift just because you cared. He pushed the bow off of the sides of the book, opening the cover to see a little note you had written for him, signed at the end with your name and everything. The thick pages indicated to him that it was a picture album. 

He turned to the first page, an unmistakable smile of jubilation appeared on his face. The first two pages each had four Polaroid like pictures secured evenly. You were smiling happily in each of the first several photos, wearing different outfits and in different locations. Draco’s heart was beating with exuberance in his chest as he looked through the first couple of pages. 

“Oh, darling. These are great,” He praised; “They’re positively stunning. They-” 

His sentence was cut short when he got about halfway through the pages, his voice getting caught in his throat when the pictures immediately took on a new theme. His smile faded into a shocked, slight jaw drop. The second half of the book was filled with sultry, boudoir style photos. His fingertips trailed over one in particular where you were wearing your school robes, but the only thing you were wearing underneath was one of Draco’s Slytherin uniform ties settled between your breasts. 

In other photos, you were wearing different sets of lingerie. There was one lacy, black colored set that almost made him faint right then and there. 

He was knocked speechless, unable to string together a single sentence. You were beginning to feel a little self conscious, and even a bit embarrassed that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. You had honestly expected him to completely attack you with feverish kisses or fuck you right then and there. The fact that he was completely silent was unsettling.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, uncertainty in your tone as you spoke up to break the silence.

“I...do you like them?” You wondered, hoping to get a positive reaction.

Draco’s eyes never left the book. He turned to the next page, a rush of arousal flushing over him at one in particular where you were completely naked, stretched out on his bed and giving a look so seductive that it made Draco’s belly flutter. The sight of you naked on his bed...it was hot.

“Oh, baby. Darling, my love...” He breathed out, trying to complete at least one full thought; “Like them? I love them.” He almost growled.

You exhaled a breath of relief, feeling a sense of excitement as he continued to rake over them. He turned to a new set of pictures, a hot blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“You’re so stunning...so sexy.” He purred.

You laughed shyly, a bashful smile washing on your face. You rubbed his knee, your hand feeling like electricity on him. He couldn’t look away from the scandalous photos, each one becoming more dirty than the last. He was riled up and he was already looking forward to having this book at his disposal.

“Who took these?” He pondered, wondering which one of your lucky girl friends had the pleasure of seeing you actually model these outfits and strip down naked.

You just had to take advantage of this moment. You couldn’t help but mess with him just a little bit. You choked down the chuckle that would surely give you away.

“Potter.” You lied.

Draco’s head snapped up so fast and his eyes filled with an indescribable look of hot jealousy. He chest tightened, but relaxed when he realized you were kidding based off of your burst of laughter. He sighed harshly and rubbed his forehead as you laughed at his intense reaction. The thought of you asking Harry Potter to take these photos for you filled him with such a rage, but he even laughed it off when he knew you were joking.

“That’s not funny.” He said pointing a finger at you, and continuing to go through the photos.

Your giggles died off, and you answered him honestly.

“Pansy took them. That’s how I was able to sneak in here when you weren’t here.” You explained.

Draco nodded, his jaw still slightly ajar as he loomed over them. You patiently waited as he finished looking through them, his pupils dilating more and more by the minute. He closed the book once he was finished, his eyes finally flickering up to you. He had grown a very prevalent erection, and his eyes were filled with an intense amount of lust. You knew one thing for sure.

He was going to rock your world tonight.

Over the last year or so of dating you, he tried not to be so aggressive when it came to your sex life. He tried not to pounce on you every time he felt turned on. He knew that sex was supposed to be the ultimate romantic connection, and not always supposed to be rushed. After those pictures though, he wanted you BAD. You could tell he was antsy, waiting (and also praying) for you to give him the okay. 

You leaned in, your lips just barely brushing over his, before you brought your lips to his ear. You purposely let out a wanton moan in his ear, a tantalizing sound to your voice.

“Touch me, Draco. I know you want me.” 

In a millisecond, Draco was on you. He kissed you roughly and pushed you down onto his mattress. He kept your hands pinned above your head, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he intentionally drew the most wonderful sounds out of you. 

“What are the chances of you wearing one of those hot little outfits under this jumper?” He said in a steamy voice.

You squirmed against his hands, but to no avail. You rolled your hips into his, trying to create some friction. You threw him a wink, your response sending him into full fuck mode.

“Why don’t you find out?”

[thebrownssociety]

Looney Tunes - Flash Bang Wallop/Half A Sixpence

I know this is totally random, but whenever I listen to music I can’t help choreographing characters to it and so I want to leave you with this...

The Song ‘Flash Bang Wallop’ from the musical Half A Sixpence, but with the Looney Tune Characters. 

Now unfortunately, despite research I can’t figure out which character from the musical is singing which bit, so have just copied and pasted the lyrics. I do not own these lyrics, I think David Henekar does.

I also do not own the LT’s, nor have any association with Warner Bros. [Aside from a deep admiration.] I have got the lyrics by a mix of the internet and listening to the song on my ‘Musicals’ CD. 

Cast: 

Elmer - Photographer.

Bugs and Daffy - the two main guys. [Not sure of names]

Everyone else - just there to cause as much mischief as possible. 

[The Looney Tunes Characters are all standing in a group. They are all dressed in formal attire.] 

Elmer [Spoken]: If you’d like to get in line!

Bugs [spoken]: Let’s do as he says, I want a proper photograph as a momento!

Elmer: Ladies and Gentlemen - please!

Bugs: All lined up in a wedding group 'Ere we are for a photograph

Daffy: We're all dressed up in a morning suit

Both: And we’re trying not to laugh

Elmer: Since the early caveman in his fur Took a trip to Gretna Green There's always been a photographer To record the 'appy scene

[Spoken] Hold it!

Bugs: 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, 

All: what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum

Bugs: Stick it in your fam'ly album!

Elmer [spoken]: Hold it! [going to the old-fashioned standing camera] I need one more picture please! Hold it! Now everyone say ‘cheese!’

All: Cheese!

Daffy: The same thing 'appened long ago When man was in his prime And what went on we only know From the snaps he took at the time When Adam and Eve in their birthday suit  Decided to get wed As Adam was about to taste the fruit The man with the cam'ra said...

Elmer: [Spoken] Hold it!

All: 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph

Daffy: Poor old Eve, there with nothing on Face all red and 'er fig leaf gone

All: Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album

Elmer: [Spoken] Hold it! And lose the silly grin. Hold it - [to Gossomer] I can’t quite get you in. [Gossomer glares]

Sylvester: You've read it in a folio Or seen it in a Shakespeare play How Juliet fell for Romeo In the merry month of May And as 'e climbed the orchard wall To reach 'is lady fair As he tumbled, she began to bawl As he floated through the air

Elmer: Hold it!

LT’s: [Hold the note]

Elmer: [As stage vibrates and he judders off the side] Not that kind of hold it!

All: Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture

What a picture, what a photograph

Sylvester: Poor young chap, what a night 'e spent Tights all torn and 'is rapier bent

All: Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what apicture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album

[Cheering and dancing]

Elmer: [Running back in with a birds nest on his head] Hold it! Let’s give it one more bash! [Goes back to camera] Hold it! Now watch me as I flash!

[Everyone covers there eyes. Elmer - realising what he’s said - glares at them over the top of his camera.]

Mellissa Duck: [Stepping forward]: King 'Enry the Eighth had several wives Including Anne Boley.  He kept an album of their lives With all their photos in.

 Penelope: As Anne Boleyn was on her knees-

Mellissa: [Glaring at the giggling LT’s] - Dressed in her very best frock! 

Penelope: King 'Enry shouted, "Smile, Dear, please" As 'er 'ead rolled off the block..... ' [Does a dramatic drop tot he floor]

Elmer: [Glaring] Hold it!

All: Ooooohhhhhh - ‘old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture, Click! What a picture, what a photograph.

Mellissa: Comes the print in a little while, Lost 'er 'ead -

Daffy: But she kept 'er smile!

All: Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Bangin' on the big bass drum. What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album

 Elmer: Thank you very much. One more picture, hold it!

Sylvester: When Napoleon married Josephine. There was just the same to-do He galloped home from the battle scene. All the way from Waterloo.

Penelope: And as he came from orf 'is 'orse. To the boudoir where she sat. She said to 'im, 

Pepe: in French of course.

Sylvester: As he took of his big cocked-

All: 'at '-

Elmer: [Makes strangled noise.]

All: Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph 

Bugs: There she was, with a big Hussar. All caught up in 'er oh-la-la- [While he’s singing this line Petunia steps forward and lifts her dress so it shows her ankles]

Elmer: Oh-la-la!

All: Oh-la-llllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa -  'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, quick, what a picture, quick, What a picture, what a photograph.

Mellissa + Penelope: What a noise! Though it can’t compete. With the bang in the bridal suite. 

All: Boom, boom, clap hands! Stamp your feet, clap hands, stamp your feet, clap hands stamp your feet. Bang it on the big base drum!

[Dropping volume, the cast start of quiet, but get louder through the next few bars]  what a picture. What a picture. What a picture What a picture. What a picture, rum-tiddly-um-um! What a picture, rum-tiddly-um-um [Getting louder], What a picture What a picture What a picture, What a picture, [Shouted] Rum-tiddly-um-pum-pum-pum-pum!

Stick it in the family! [On this line Bugs and Daffy looked at each other and head over to Elmer, who’s still behind the camera.]

Stick it in the family! [Bugs and Daffy pick Elmer up and carry him over to the rest of the cast]

Stick it in the family! [Bugs and Daffy start applying make-up to Elmer] Albuuuuummmm! Albuuuuummmmm! Albbbbuuuummmm! [Bugs and Daffy step back to show Elme ris now dressed as a clown.] Stick it on the family - album!”

[Cue black and white photograph of the entire cast.]

[flynnholt-au-blog]

What Happens in Vegas

Flynn thought that it was time to give himself a little vacation. He had been working hard in getting his studio up and running, and now that his apprentice (now partner in the business) had completed a masterful amount of hours, he felt comfortable taking some time off. So, he thought about all the places he had ever wanted to go, wrote them on slips of paper and picked one out. Vegas. He was a little anxious about it since he wasn't really a gambler- but Vegas was Vegas so he knew it wouldn't be all about gambling. It took a week or two of planning but before he knew it, he was on a flight to Sin City and eager to enjoy himself. The place was crazy and over the top, so he wasted no time in checking into his hotel, dumping his stuff and then heading out to the casino floor. He made it to the blackjack table and enjoyed playing a few hands, quitting while he was up and going to the bar before he could get greedy and blow it. It was crowded but he managed to spot a bar stool and settled in before ordering a drink.

Rhys had gone to  las vega for a friends birthday. After splitting with his partner of six years Rhys a few months before, he was now ready to go out and socialise. By 9pm he was well on his way to being drunk.  Being the only gay in the group he decided to head to the casino bar when his friends all left to go to the strip joint. He plonked himself down and ordered a jack Daniels and sighed. Maybe he should have stayed at home

Flynn was quite enjoying himself, people watching really as he sipped his drink. Part of him wished that he was here with someone- a special someone even but it had been a long while since that had been true. Part of him, for a long moment, wondered if he should visit that Bunnyland Ranch or whatever it was but that only made him feel more pathetic. He had just received his next drink when a man settled himself in the last remaining stool. There was no way Flynn could ignore his attractiveness. He bit his lip, heart beating faster as he willed himself to say something, anything to the man, the next words just falling past his lips- "Long night?"

Rhys looked round and saw blue eyes and smiled " my friends birthday. They just headed to the strip joint so I'm here all by myself." He said swirling his whiskey once the barman gave it to him " what about you?"

Flynn's breath caught in his throat when the man's green gaze landed on him- and then that smile. God he hoped that the man next to him liked men. Flynn wasn't normally a one night stand kind of guy...but he was on his way to being drunk and that was what Vegas was about right? "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas". He could let himself go for once. "And you didn't go with them?" He asked slightly surprised. He had never understood the appeal of strip clubs- get all worked up for no pay off? He'd rather watch porn. "Vacation. Finally feel comfortable enough leaving the business in my apprentice's- got she's my partner now- in her hands."

" nah... let's just say they strippers are the wrong sex to turn me on." He said and smiled and blushed as he looked at his glass " I'd be more likely to screw your rather then a stripper." He chuckled and then felt bad and embarrassed " sorry it's the booze." He said softly " I'm Rhys."

Flynn was secretly very pleased that the strippers were the wrong sex. That meant that the other man was into men. God Flynn hoped he didn’t look a mess. His silence allowed the other man to continue his thought and he blushed lightly when he confessed he’s rather screw him. “Good to know.” He said with a sly smile and greeted him in return. “Good to meet you Rhys. I’m Flynn.”

"Nice to meet you Flynn. you waiting for your partner?" He asked with a small smile. "Wife?" He asked. He ordered another whiskey. "You want one?" He asked

"No, she's at the studio, holding down the fort." Flynn answered, not even thinking about his words. "No, she's not my wife, she's my business partner. I think we're both in a place that we trust her to handle things. No, I'm single." He answered, shaking his head when he offered another whiskey. "I will take another vodka and cranberry. I don't want to mix and get sick." He said, nodding to the bartender. "How about you? Partner waiting at home?"

Rhys laughed. "No. he is now on his honeymoon with his new wife." He said with a smirk.  That was the last time he would date a bisexual.  He ordered the drinks and smiled at him. "So.. what do you do for a living?"

“Oh well that would explain things.” Flynn answered with a little laugh, wondering if that was painful or not. “I’m a photographer. Mostly wedding, maternity and newborns but with my co-worker, we’re branching out more. How about you?” He said, eyeing the other man, thinking it had to be something physical. 

"Wow... so have you taken any racy pictures?" He asked with a cheeky wink. "Me? I restore architecture. Big buildings, monuments. You name it ... I have probably done it ." He said and then smiled. "Lucikliy for me Im not scared of heights

“I have done a few boudoir photo shoots but they’re long days- which says something considering I do weddings.” He said rolling his eyes, wondering what he’d have to do to get him to pose for him. He blushed at the thought and smiled at the other man. “That sounds incredibly fascinating. And yeah, I can imagine that would be an issue.” He said, looking at the other man feeling a little bashful but he was going to go for it- “do you want to go somewhere a little more fun?” He said, thinking he would love to get to a club. He wasn’t the club type but it would be an excuse to get close to the other man. Or of course, they could just drink some more and go someplace much more intimate 

"Sure." He replied simply. "I'm staying at this hotel. You wanna come up.  I have a minibar and we could order food. And if you are lucky I might even let you take my picture." He grinned with a hint of mischief in his eyes

Flynn took a breath internally and asked himself if he wanted this- and found himself agreeing. “I think I’ve been pretty lucky so far.” He murmured, tipping the bartender well and following Rhys up to his room, almost grateful for the full elevator. It gave him a moment to steady himself. People picked people up for sex all the time. He had been working so hard- he deserved to let himself enjoy this without getting into his head too much. He laughed softly when they got off on the tenth floor. “My room is on the other end of the floor.” He murmured, the feeling of alcohol flooding his system, wondering how many he had ended up drinking after all. He kicked off his shoes once the door shut to the other man’s room. “Should’ve asked...” He murmured, feeling silly for a moment.

"Maybe I am." He responded and smirked taking off his jacket and  laid on the bed. "So come on lay down and tell me all about yourself. I wont judge as Im too drunk." He laughed and let his shoes fall off onto the floor.

Flynn bit his lip as he shrugged out of his jacket to lay out on the bed, watching the other man spread out. He blushed a little when he invited him to lay out next to him. Flynn shook off his sweatshirt, his shirt catching and pulling up a little before pulling it back down. "So...about me. My parents are still together, I have a younger sister. She's amazing..." He said, trailing off trying not to think about her sister and the clock they had on her. "How about you? Any siblings?"

"Younger brother. He is really cool. Can be a bit of an asshole at times but hey siblings know how to push your buttons." He said rolling onto his side and gazing at him with a smile. "So why vegas?"

Flynn laughed softly. He hadn't had many issues with Ava but then he was a lot older than her, and her being ill...it just didn't see like it was worth it. His heart beat faster when Rhys rolled to him, asking why Vegas. "Luck actually. I made a list of all the places I wanted to go, could afford to go and where it wouldn't be a bad season...put them in a bucket and pulled out Vegas." He said, leaning forward a little. "So were you excited to come to Vegas- since I'm assuming it was your buddies choice."

"Yeah I was. I split with y ex and it was a little messy so I threw myself into work and now I'm here... with you." He murmured and looked away with a small blush. "Do you like it here?"

Flynn wondered who in the hell would ditch the man next to him. He smiled softly as the man said he was here with him, he was glad as well. He reached out to tangle his legs with the other man. "I think I've started liking it a lot more since you sat down with me." He said, leaning forward a little more until he was surely in Rhys' face. He licked his lips and caught Rhys' as well.

Rhys smirked and looked at him. "So you are single huh?" He asked with a smile then tilted his head. "So when was the last time you ....? he asked ad oved a little closer.

Flynn blushed when asked about the last time he had been intimate. "At least a year." He answered, reaching out to drape an arm over the other man's waist. "I was kind of hoping that you might change that..." He said, looking at Rhys' lips and then back up again.

"Its the least I could do after you have waited so long." He breathed and kissed hi lightly and looked at hi with a raised brow as he was waiting for a response on if he should go further

Flynn felt time slow after he said those words, wondering how he had gotten so brave but then he was fairly drunk. The words had barely sunk in when Rhys closed the gap and kissed him. It was light and tentative and he pouted when he pulled away. He leaned forward and kissed him back, adding pressure and using the arm he had draped over the other man to pull him close.

Rhys chuckled and then softly kissed him again holding his face in his hand the kiss became more passionate the longer it lasted and Rhys pulled back and smiled still with his eyes closed " that's..  nice." He mused " I like that." 

Flynn breathed in the scent of the other man as he kissed him softly, hands gently cupping is face. They stayed locked together until they were breathless. "I liked it too. How about I fix us both a screwdriver and we can discuss just what we're expecting from this night..."

" I'll have a champagne." He murmured " it's in the mini bar." He smiled at him as he got up and made them drinks giving Rhys perfect opportunity to look as his ass. He was hot. And Rhys wanted him.

Flynn nodded and headed to the mini-bar wanting to clear his head. He wanted to make sure that he and Rhys were on the same page. Feeling his eyes on him though, he had a feeling that they were. He passed over the glass of champagne and settled on the bed close him. "So what do you want of me?"

" the same thing you want from me." He teased not letting up. " a year since you last had sex Huh? You must miss it right? Do you top or bottom?" He asked and took a sip of champagne. 

Flynn drank a little deeper, listening as he teased him, feeling better that they were on the same page. "I'm flexible. I like both. I'm more about pleasing the other person. If that means they want to top, I am fine bottoming- or visa versa. How about you?"

" same. I love oral and rimming. I could literally come from just that." He groaned and sighed it had been a while since he last had sex and he was beginning to miss it. " so.. what do you like in bed ?" 

Flynn was beginning to wish they hadn't stopped and that they were doing all the things they had talked about instead of just talking. "I...like a lot of things. Rimming and oral are amazing. I love...giving myself over, marks, feeling it- those reminders..." He said, blushing lightly. "I think...maybe we should stop talking and start doing..." He said, downing the rest of the glass.

Rhys watched him and laid out on the bed" I am all yours." He teased and then caught his eye and grabbed his shirt pulling him onto him. He kissed him roughly and moaned

Flynn's breath caught in his chest as the other man laid out on the bed, offering himself to him. He put down his glass and moved closer, letting out a little gasp of surprise when Rhys grabbed his shirt to pull him close. He moaned when their lips collided, burying his fingers into Rhys' hair keeping him there. After a long moment, he let his hand drift down between them to start working the buttons of Rhys' shirt open. He hummed as he felt the warm skin and hard muscles, marveling that he had been lucky enough to have the man agree to leave the bar with him.

Rhys smiled and pulled off his shirt before reaching for flynns. He pulled it off and began to kiss his neck and chest rolling around on the bed till he was breathless and flushed. " you sure you want to?" He breathed as he pressed against him 

Flynn felt way out of his league when Rhys pulled off his shirt. The man under him was built and he was...not. He wasn’t fat but it was obvious Rhys had a physical job and he didn’t. That fact didn’t seem to faze Rhys, who had him out of his shirt and under him a moment later. They lost themselves in kisses, rolling around, entangled in each other before Rhys broke the kiss to ask him. “I am. Are you?” He asked, offering him the same curtesy, even as his head was swimming with desire (and booze) and his body starting to react.

" fuck yeah. I'm so hot for you right now." He whispered and palmed him and nipped at his neck. " but you know once we have sex we have to get married." He teased " it's vegas." He murmured and worked his way to nipping his nipple

Flynn moaned softly as the other man gently groped him, softly nipping his neck. He laughed softly when he mentioned marriage. “Pretty sure you’re supposed to get married before the sex...” He teased back, arching up as Rhys’ lips worked over his chest before capturing a nipple. “Fuck...” he whined softly, letting his hands tangle in his hair again. “You like to tease...”

Rhys pulled away " then let's get married." He said grabbing his shirt and shoes " the quicker we marry the quicker I can fuck you into the mattress." 

Flynn blinked, the sudden absence of the handsome man over him. “What?” He mumbled, the man’s words finally filtering in. “That’s crazy...” He murmured but even as he did, he found himself climbing off the bed to get dressed, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the elevator. He pressed Rhys against the wall as they entered, kissing him desperately as they rode their way down to the lobby. A small part of him was trying to tell him this was crazy...but he was too drunk and too hazy from lust to realize that part was right.

Rhys kissed Flynn passionately in the elevator in a wild moment before pulling him out to the main floor " ok where's the chapel. "  he said and then looked at him " shit you need your passport." He hiccupped

Flynn was breathing heavy when they parted, biting his lip and looking around when Rhys asked about the chapel- shaking his head when he brought up his passport. "N-No, just need my driver's license- license! We need to get the marriage license." He said, looking up the clock. "We've got 30 minutes." He said, heading out, fingers tangled with Rhys to pull him to a cab. "200 S. 3rd St." He ordered the cabbie

Rhys laughed and climbed in the cab with a smirk. he loved adventures and he enjoyed watching Flynn seem nervous but excited. He was getting married. H watched as the Cabbie drove fast through the strip untill they got to where they needed to be. H eclimbed out and smiled at Flynn. "ok now what?"

Flynn was a bundle of nerves but he was excited. This was crazy and impulsive but it wasn't enough to stop him for taking on this adventure. They pulled up in no time flat (or it seemed that way anyway). "Right. Now we go in, fill out the papers, they give us a license and we find a chapel that'll marry us." He answered, blushing lightly following Rhys up the stairs. They managed to get the papers filled out and put in just in time. They left around midnight and Flynn held Rhys' hand. "So, now we need the chapel."

"What about the chapel o love they are drag queen preists." He laughed. "Wait I need to get you a ring."  he raced into a tacky jewellery store and found a silver ring with a diamond horeshoe  on it. He came back out and in the middle of the street proposed on one knee as people walked past.

"If that's where you want to get married." He said, leaning against Rhys a little, looking up to him. "You've got such Bright Eyes...they shine even in the dark..." He murmured, watching as Rhys took off into a jewelry store, returning a moment later with a ring before he got down on one knee. He blushed and even teared up a bit when Rhys got down on one knee and proposed. "Yes, I will marry you." He said, laughing as they garnered applause, kissing to seal the deal. They walked along, holding onto each other until they found the chapel they were looking for. He felt his heart pounding as they approached but he pulled him up short. "I just realized...I don't know how to say your- our- last name." He murmured, looking at the certificate.

" it's said Cher val ee yay it's French I'm from Paris. What's your surname ?" He asked as he watched him mouth his surname " should I know anything about you ? Crazy exs kids etc."

"Cher-val-ee-yay. Got it. Ooo how exotic..." He said, laughing at his own silly joke. "Holt. Not all that exciting." He said with a shrug when he realized he did ask him the same. "Only relationship that wasn't mutual was a girl who decided she didn't like that I like boys. No kids- and possibly not ever."

" you never know you could have one or two in the future." He said with a soft smile and then waved a cab. " let's go get married." He said taking his hand 

"I...who knows." He said softly, not wanting to bring the mood down by talking about his sister and the fear of passing those genes along. Flynn blinked as Rhys hailed a cab, looking up when he realized they weren't at the right place after all. He climbed into the cab behind him looking out as they passed, his heart and stomach meeting as they climbed out again. "Ready?" He said, gazing at the man beside him.

" the game is on." He grinned and told the guy where to go. He squeezed his hand and kissed his head and wrapped his arm around him.

Flynn felt warmth spread through him as the other man kissed his head, arm wrapping around him. He followed after him and they went up to the counter to make arrangements. They picked out wedding bands, which Flynn paid for, and then Rhys paid for the tux rental. They were whisked away and Flynn selected a gray tux, taking his place outside of the chapel, knowing Rhys was would be waiting at the other end for him.

Rhys felt weird in a tux but the blue suit and pink tie suited him. He stood and waited still slightly numb from the alcohol and smiled to himself. He had found a tramp and a stripper to be the witnesses and wondered who Flynn would walk down the isle with.

Flynn fidgeted a little outside the chapel as he waited for his turn. There was a moment, when he sobered for a moment, wistful that his family wasn't there. It didn't matter though, they could celebrate later, have a renewal ceremony. Now, what mattered, was that he made it to the end of the aisle. He took in a breath and let it out a little shakily when he heard the music start. He had selected pachelbel canon in d and the doors opened, his breath caught. He barely knew the man at the end...but he was stunning and the way he was smiling at him. He took his time walking down the short aisle, feeling a little silly but as Rhys' strong hand took his when he reached the end, he settled. This was random and spontaneous but something felt so right about this.

Rhys smiled as Flynn walked down the aisle and then when service began he squeezed his hand and smiled and whispered " relax." He answered and repeated when the drag queen told him to he then looked at Flynn

Flynn was trying not to fidget but it seemed he wasn't doing well as Rhys whispered to relax- and amazingly it worked. The one soft word from the other man settled him. The service started and even though it took him a moment to catch up with what he was meant to say, he made it. He surprised himself when he felt tears slipping down his cheeks as they were pronounced married. He was overjoyed- marrying a stranger and he was happier than he had been in a long while.

Rhys saw tears and stroked them away. " you ok?" He murmured and then posed for the photos. He walked out hand in hand with Flynn. " so did you take my name?" He asked as they headed back to the hotel 

Flynn blushed as Rhys reached up to brush away the tears. "Yeah, I'm good...just really happy." He said, smiling at him, posing for photos with his new husband. After a few solo photos, he laughed as the drag queens and everyone jumped in their photo for the group shot. They were given two thumb drives of the photo files and then they headed out to go back to the hotel for their honeymoon. "I think we hyphenated." He said with a laugh, looking at the folder of paperwork again. "We're officially Rhys and Flynn Chevalier-Holt" He said, stepping into the lobby and heading back to the elevator and up to Rhys' room. "Since I walked down the aisle I think that means I'm meant to be carried over the threshold to our honeymoon bed."

" you get all the fun stuff. Although if you are playing the wife role then I guess that means I get to fuck you tonight." He beamed as he picked him up and then carried him into the room and laid him on the bed. He kissed him softly before standing back and stripping to his boxers. " your turn." 

"I would've let you walk down the aisle but...I don't know, you seem more like the one to be waiting at the end." He murmured, giving him a smirk when he said he would be fucked if he were the wife. "You won't hear me complain." He said, letting out a laugh as the other man- his husband- swept him off his feet and carried him into the room, laying him out on the bed. He bit his lip as he watched the man strip, before he slipped off the bed to do the same. He was a little shy as Rhys watched him, suddenly worried he wouldn't like what he saw. He smiled shyly and then kicked off his boxers as well. "Your turn..."

Rhys smiled and raised a brow as Flynn dropped his pants. " ok." He grinned and dropped his boxers and looked at him." You like what you see?" He asked and bit his lip with a sexy smile 

Flynn bit his lip when Rhys quirked an eyebrow, but he had to let go. He let his gaze drag over his husband, breath catching. "Fuck every inch of you is gorgeous..." He murmured looking at other man before crowding his space to kiss him deeply. He stayed until he couldn't breath and pulled back gasping before crawling onto the bed. "Nothing between us now."

Rhys laughed " I could say the same about you." He said and climbed into bed beside him. " you are so hot." He grinned and kissed him slowly as he wrapped his arms around him. He smiled and stroked his hair " you are so handsome."

Flynn reached out as he settled next to him, relaxing in his arms as Rhys kissed him slowly. He hummed softly as he pet his hair, complimenting him. "Thank you...so are you. You and your bright eyes..." He said gazing at him, getting lost in the deep green and golden flecks. "Do you...have supplies?"