#ben's a bit longer because of all the unnecessary background info

[orwocolor]

with borhap boys on honeymoon

AN: Requested by anonymous. Although smut is implied, these are still rather fluffy than anything else. As always, the rest of the boys are under the cut. Enjoy and don’t forget to comment!

Gwilym

you and gwil are strolling the streets of a small town where you rented a whole house for your honeymoon, mindlessly wandering and admiring the old stone houses and charming gardens

it is nice to stretch your legs in this way after quite some time of being otherwise occupied

gwil pulls out his phone every now and then to take a picture of your picturesque surroundings

he manages to do that with one hand because the other refuses to let go of the warmth of your palm

you watch him with utmost love and adoration

when you reach the edge of the island, you gaze at the horizon for a few moments in companionable silence

“admit it”

“what?” gwil tears his gaze away from the view

“admit I was right,” you smile at him cheekily and squeeze his hand

“maybe...” he slowly answers

“’maybe’? just ‘maybe’? this is heaven on earth,” you stretch out your arms as if you could gather in your embrace the dark cliffs, the trees bending in the wind and the vast sea that spreads in front of you

“I’m not denying that,” gwil chuckles “I just think it wasn’t worth of leaving the bedroom, we have our own heaven there”

“but what would be the point of taking me to the channel islands for our honeymoon if I were not to see them!”

“okay, okay, point taken,” he answers with amusement “all I’m saying is that, I don’t know, we didn’t have to go today but tomorrow”

“that’s what you’ve been saying for the last few days,” you let go of his hand to his great dismay but soon you snake your hands around his torso, placing them on his lower back and thus pulling him closer to you “we needed to get some fresh air, love, we’ve been closed in that bedroom for more than a week”

“and in the kitchen, and the dining room, and the living room, and the bathroom, and even in the larder! that was fun,” he bites his lip and waggles his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling with mischief as his hands cradle your cheeks

“it was, wasn’t it?” you laugh out loud, glee vibrating in every cell of your body as the memory fills your mind “remind me we have to do it again”

“as you wish,” he presses a hungry kiss against your lips and you are quick to open your mouth, allowing him in

his fingers travel to the hem of your shirt and they sneak their way underneath, leaving goosebumps of excitement in their trail

gwil deepens the kiss, tilting you back so much that you think you might lose your balance soon

“stop it, stop it, we can’t have sex here,” you giggle when you finally break the kiss to take a breath

“why not?” he asks innocently

“erm... because literally all local residents may just look out of their windows and spot us??”

“shall we return to our bedroom then?” he says, his face smug

oh, he’s so pleased with himself

you shake your head in amusement and kiss the tip of his nose

“yes”

Joe

“wow,” you breathe out, still panting hard

“right?”

“wow, just... wow, I’m speechless, that was... wow,” you are staring at the ceiling, still quite not believing what just happened

“oh well, thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment,” joe chuckles next to you, the sound itself sending another wave of heat into your core

you twist your neck to look into his face

“how did you... I mean, what you suddenly did with your hips... where did you learn that?” you still can’t wrap your mind about it

was it just the honeymoon fever that made it all more breath-taking?

or did joe...

“I’m a natural talent, really,” he answers but you notice how he quickly averts his eyes

“joe, I know you for a few years now, you’ve never done anything like that... come on, tell me the truth, you can’t lie to your wife,” you say with a smile

his fingers brushing off an invisible speck of dust from a duvet, he’s stubbornly avoiding your questioning gaze

“joe,” you repeat, your voice serious now

he groans loudly and grasps a pillow, pushing it against his face with force

all you can hear are some incomprehensible sounds muffled into the pillow

you snatch it away and straddle his hips "come on, joe, tell me, or your sides gonna fall victim to my merciless fingers,” the fingers in question lightly tickle him as you smirk down at him and place a little kiss on his lips, silently letting him know that he can tell you anything

“I may have read something about it,” he starts slowly

“what?” you ask, confused

“I googled top ten tips how to pleasure a woman and rock her world,” a slight pink blush graces his gorgeous face

“why would you do that? I’ve never had a single complaint, have I”

you cannot believe your ears

"a honeymoon should be something special, so I thought I should up my game a bit, I didn’t want to let you down,” he looks so sad and embarrassed and your heart is breaking at that sight

you can’t help but give him a kiss

“honey, our honeymoon is special because it’s the two of us! it is special because it is you, and only you, I’m here with, and no one in the whole wide universe can match up to you,” you say sincerely, moved by his actions as tears start welling in your eyes

“I love you,” your voice almost break on the last syllable

“I love you, too,” he runs his fingers through your hair and you lean into the touch

“thank you, joe, my love, for being so considerate,” you kiss him again and the kiss is filled with all your emotions

“now,” you clear your throat and a glint returns to your eyes “let me thank you properly”

Ben

“bye, bye, we love you, see you in two weeks, bye!”

you and ben are smiling widely and waving at your relatives, who have decided to see you to the airport

and they insisted on accompanying you as far as the airport staff would allow them

so now you are staying a few feets apart, a glass wall at the security gate separating you from the rest of your families

“how much longer are we supposed to do this?” you ask through your gritted teeth, your smile not wavering for a single moment

“hopefully, not much,” ben answers as he keeps waving at them

but they do not seem overly inclined to leave any time soon, so ben shouts his last “love you”, puts his arm around your shoulder and leads you away from their view

"your mum’s gonna kill you for that”

“nah, she’ll be fine,” he says nonchalantly, but immediately pulls out his phone and sets the airplane mode on

you give him an amused look

“what? you should do it, otherwise they’re gonna bombard you with texts as well”

okay, he’s right, so you follow his lead

you finally get to the business lounge and plop down on cushioned seats

you both release a content sigh and close your eyes

the wedding and all its preparations turned out to be more exhaustive than you had anticipated

since your families took it as a great opportunity to get to know each other, they decided to book a hotel near the barn where your wedding reception would take place and spent the week prior to the wedding there with you

they even took a leave from their work! they hosted brunches and dinners

they also talked into everything, every tiny detail, “do you really think these flowers match the table linen?” “your hair would look better up rather than down” “the bridegroom should have a jacket, not only a vest!”

it was delightful, really

and you had enough of your relatives and hoped not to see them for some time now

also the hotel in which you were staying and where you spent your wedding night? you can bet your cousins and nephews and nieces were constantly running down the halls, your grandma tried to get into your locked room several times, thinking it was her room, and ben’s uncle was singing drinking songs at the top of his lungs right underneath your window the whole night, so of course you and ben still haven’t properly become man and wife

speaking of which, you take a peek at ben who’s stretched in the chair, looking at you with adoration

“how is my wife?” he asks softly and takes your hand in his, caressing your knuckles and his thumb makes contact with your wedding ring every now and then

“I like the sound of that,” you whisper right back and lean closer to him as you place a kiss on his lips, “now I’m happy”

he cradles your face in his hands and presses his forehead against yours “me too”

“but do you know what would make me even happier?” he asks, a mischevious spark lightening up in his eyes

“what?” you ask curiously and move even closer to him

he pointedly looks behind your shoulder and you follow his gaze to see a restroom

“really? here?” you chuckle

“well, we didn’t get the chance before, I thought I would wait for our honeymoon suite, but frankly, I don’t think I can wait any longer. we still have some time before the take-off, and the flight is not exactly short, and we don’t have to necessarily start our marriage by joining the mile high club”

“dang it, that’s what I was hoping for,” you laugh

“shush, mrs hardy, we can still join it on our way home”

you grin at him and press another kiss on his cheeks

“so, what do you think?” he whispers into your ear

you clasp his hand in yours and give him a cheeky smile

“okay, let’s go”

Rami

“here’s your hotel card mr and mrs malek, enjoy your stay”

“thank you,” rami answers the receptionist and whispers into your ear “oh I’m planning on enjoying it for sure”

you swat at his shoulder lightly, but you cannot fight the smile that grows on your face

you enter a lift and get to the highest floor

the elevator door opens with a soft ding and you find yourself in a luxurious hall

“okay, close your eyes”

“rami,” you insist, not exactly in a mood to play some games

“please, close them”

he makes puppy eyes at you and you huff in defeat

“fine,” you say and promptly do so, waiting for his next move

you don’t know what you were expecting but it for sure wasn’t his hands covering your eyes

“I’ve closed them!” you argue

“well, one can never be sure,” he chuckles behind you and his warm breath hits the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivers down your spine

you start walking forward in the general area of your suite

rami stops you to open the door and he’s quick to assume his position behind you, nudging you slightly to step out again

first you thought there would be some surprise in your suite, but he leads you presumably out on the balcony as you feel fresh evening air fanning over your face

he slowly brings his hands them and tells you to open your eyes

“if I could, I would give you the whole world, but this as good as it gets I’m afraid,” he is nervous all of a sudden and you stare in astonishment at the view right in front of you

it is all laid out in front of you; the city and its streetlamps illuminating the streets, the cliffs and white beaches in the distance and an enormous sea in which the setting sun admires its beauty as its rays immerse the view in warm orange hues

“rami,” you breathe out, moved to tears “this is beautiful”

you turn to him and see his lips shaking slightly as he’s overwhelmed with emotions

“I love you,” he whispers and gulps audibly, “you mean the world to me”

“so do you,” you answer and your lips meet in a deep kiss

when you part, he strokes your hair and gazes into your eyes with an undeniable love

“having the privilege of calling you my wife, I am the luckiest man on earth”

“I know that feeling,” you chuckle through tears “now take me to bed, rami, I want to make love with my husband”