Asher leaned forward to kiss his husband, his white veil still in his hair. The kiss tasted salty and then sweet, Caspian's tears drying up from the heat emanating from their bodies.
Asher understood Caspian, he was also unfathomably happy, he wanted to freeze and save this moment.
Caspian's veil dropped to the ground at their feet, his hands clumsily undoing the rest of Asher's buttons. At their feet, the pile of clothes grew, tongues slipping and sucking.
Caspian laughed when Asher struggled a bit to get the dress off him. He already had the Alpha's dress shirt off, the glitter around his eyes catching the light.
The laughter was tinged with a bit of anxiety as the white lace dress slipped down his slender shoulders.
He wore delicate socks to bed every night, but after the first time Asher had bumped into him wearing lingerie entirely by accident, he hadn't done it again.
