"Shouldn't we wait until everyone returns home?" Ying Yue smiled amused at his husband.
"Mm," a peck on his lips, "I suppose."
He let out a soft laugh and embraced his king. Placing a hand on his lover's chest, he bit his bottom lip.
"Be patient for a little longer," he leaned closer, "Then I will be yours."
He saw the arousal in his lover's eyes and that made his heart skipped. Ying Yue focused on everyone but the male beside him, leaving soft touches along his back. He focused on smiling and eating instead of the hand around his hip.
When it was time for them to retire to their room, Ying Yue felt like he was on fire. He offered his family a place to stay before he was whisked away by his husband to their room. Lips pressed and mouths sucked, their wedding robes pooled around their feet.
