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The night was cool, the gentle breeze whispering through the trees, rustling the leaves as if they, too, were eavesdropping on the moment unfolding beneath the moonlit sky. The faint sound of water lapping against the grassy shore near them provided a steady rhythm, a heartbeat to the world that seemed to slow around them. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, stars blinking down as silent witnesses to what was about to transpire. The air smelled of damp earth and salt, the scent of the nearby water mingling with the crisp night air, carrying the soft fragrance of John’s cologne—faint, yet unmistakable.

“1x?” John’s voice was soft, hesitant, like he was afraid to break the fragile quiet that had settled between them. “May I ask you something?”

1x1 turned his head slightly, glancing toward him, the corners of his eyes catching the flickering reflection of the moonlight on the water’s surface. “Hm?” he murmured, curiosity flickering in his chest. There was a pause, the kind that stretches just long enough to feel noticeable, just long enough to make the air feel heavier.

“My past is long forgotten,” John began, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, something vulnerable. “And who I used to be… is no more. I used to feel lost about who I am, about what to do with my life—adrift, like I was wandering without direction, without purpose.” He inhaled softly, as if grounding himself. “And then I saw you. The first time I ever laid my eyes on you, you… captivated me. Not just in the way that people find others attractive, no, something deeper, something inexplicable.” 1x1 remained silent, his heart beginning to pick up pace, each word settling into his bones like weights.

“You carried yourself in a way that drew me in, that made me want to be near you. I didn’t understand it at first, but it was as if there was this gravitational pull—like I had been drifting for so long, and then suddenly, I found myself in your orbit.” He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “And then… you accepted me. You accepted my pathetic, worthless plea when I asked you to be my boyfriend, even when I felt like I didn’t deserve you.”

John turned then, fully facing 1x1, his hands slightly clenched at his sides, as if forcing himself to contain the emotions bubbling beneath his words. His dark eyes softened, reflecting the dim glow of the stars above. “I am corrupted,” he continued, his voice quieter now, the weight of his words pressing between them. “There’s something inside me—something broken, something wrong. And yet… when I’m with you, it disappears. It’s like you take it away, like you replace it with something else, something whole. You make me feel like I am not beyond saving. You make me feel like I am someone, someone worthy of love.” He swallowed thickly. “You filled the emptiness inside me, made me realize that maybe, just maybe, I don’t have to be defined by my impurity.”

“I love you,” John whispered. “You know that, right? I love you so, so much… More than words could ever say. More than I could ever begin to explain.” 

1x1’s breath caught in his throat, the sincerity in John’s voice wrapping around his heart, squeezing it tight. “I love you too,” he replied, voice just as quiet, just as heartfelt. “But… what are you getting at, John?”

John took a step back, just enough to create space, just enough to make 1x1 suddenly feel untethered, uncertain. Slowly, and carefully, he reached into one of his pockets, fingers brushing against something hidden, something 1x1 somehow hadn’t noticed before. The moment stretched, seconds feeling like minutes, like eternity, before John pulled out a small, black box.

1x1’s breath hitched and his mind raced, trying to process, trying to understand, but everything slowed when John, steady and sure, dropped down onto one knee. The movement was almost surreal, almost dreamlike. 1x1 stared, his pulse pounding in his ears, drowning out everything but the sight of John kneeling before him, looking up at him with an expression so full of hope and love it made his chest ache. With deliberate care, John lifted the lid of the box, revealing two silver rings nestled inside, their surfaces adorned with intricate engravings that shimmered under the pale moonlight.

The water nearby glistened, its gentle waves catching the glow from the sky above. The only sound was the distant lapping of the tide, the quiet breath of the world around them, and 1x1 couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. John’s fingers trembled slightly, just barely, as he held the box open, his gaze never once leaving 1x1’s.

“Will you marry me, 1x?”

It was barely a whisper, but it crashed into 1x1 like a tidal wave.

His heart pounded against his ribs, his chest tightening with something he couldn’t name, something overwhelming. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. He could only stare, his mind blank, his entire being consumed by the sheer weight of the moment. John’s expression flickered, his confidence wavering, and for the first time, uncertainty clouded his eyes. He lowered his gaze slightly, letting out an awkward, quiet chuckle. “1x, I—” He stopped himself, hesitating before lifting his head again, searching 1x1’s face.

And then, 1x1 felt it.

Something wet, something warm, trailing down his cheek.

Tears.

He didn’t even realize he had started crying. He never cried. Not for years. Not for anything. And yet, here he was, standing in front of the man who loved him, who wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, while silent tears traced paths down his skin. He raised a hand, brushing at his face as if in disbelief, as if trying to understand why he was reacting this way. The lump in his throat was unbearable, his chest constricting with an emotion too large to contain.

“Yes…” His voice was weak, barely above a whisper. “Yes, I will.”

John didn’t hesitate. He reached forward, taking 1x1’s left hand with the utmost care, as if he were handling something fragile, precious. The cold metal slid onto his ring finger, settling into place, fitting as if it had always belonged there. 1x1 stared at it, at the way it gleamed against his skin, before watching John slip the second ring onto his own finger.

1x1 barely had a moment to react before John stood up and he was enveloped in warmth, arms wrapping around him, pulling him close. “Shh… it’s okay…” John whispered, his voice soft, soothing. He pressed gentle kisses against 1x1’s damp cheeks, brushing away the lingering tears. “This is a happy moment, so don’t cry, dear.”

1x1 buried his face into John’s shoulder, clutching onto him, his body trembling slightly. He felt a hand move to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair in a calming rhythm, grounding him as John held him tighter.

And for the first time in so, so long… 1x1 felt whole.

✧+✧

It was strange to think that all of that had only been thirteen months ago. A single year, slipping through his fingers, passing by in what felt like mere moments. 1x1 could hardly grasp the way time had moved so quickly, how the months had bled into each other, bringing him to this exact moment.

That memory stood out among the rest. Of course, there were countless other moments he cherished, memories that lived in the quiet corners of his mind, but that one… that one had been special. It had been the first night he had ever fallen asleep with the comforting knowledge that John was forever his, that they belonged to each other.

And now, here he was, standing in front of an ornate, full-length mirror. 1x1 stared at his reflection, his grip tightening on the edges of the vanity before him. His knuckles, usually dark, had turned pale from the pressure, the wood creaking faintly beneath his fingers. His expression was tense, his brows drawn together, his lips pressed into a thin line. He glared at his own reflection, taking in every detail with scrutinizing eyes.

Why did he suddenly feel so self-conscious?

He had been confident before. He had been ready. But now, as he stood here, dressed in his finest suit, mere minutes away from the most important moment of his life, doubt began to gnaw at the edges of his mind.

This was his wedding day.

His wedding.

To John.

A deep breath shuddered from his lips as he slowly released his grip, fingers trembling slightly as they moved to dust off the fabric of his black suit. The material was smooth and expensive beneath his touch, perfectly tailored to fit him, but he still found himself fussing over nonexistent imperfections. His hands slid down the lapels, then over the sleeves, then back down to smooth out the fabric once more. It wasn’t dirty, nor was it wrinkled, but anxiety made him restless.

His gaze flickered downward, landing on the small white carnation boutonnière resting on the vanity before him. Carefully, he picked it up, fingers grazing over the delicate petals as he turned it over in his hand. John had given this to him.

He remembered the way his lover’s face had lit up when they had chosen the white carnation as the wedding’s signature flower. John had gone on an entire tangent about its symbolism—devotion, faithfulness, everlasting love, or whatever—but 1x1 hadn’t paid much attention to the meaning at the time. He didn’t care what it meant; all he cared about was how happy it made John.

He let out a slow sigh before fastening the flower to his lapel, adjusting it until it sat just right. His hands then moved to the small accessories on the vanity, a simple hair tie and a neatly folded ribbon. With practiced ease, he took the items between his teeth, reaching up to gather his long hair into his hands. His crown was absent today making the process easier as he had decided to forego it for the occasion, allowing himself to embrace a more natural look. John always adored his hair and he loved to run his fingers through it. It was one of those little things that made John, well, John.

A fond smile tugged at 1x1’s lips as he secured his hair into a high ponytail, letting his bangs sweep across his forehead. He then took the ribbon, carefully twisting it around the base of the ponytail, allowing its ends to drape elegantly. As a final touch, he grabbed a small clip, adorned with the same white carnation as his boutonnière, and pinned it to the side of his hair. He straightened his tie, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. 

He stepped back, examining himself once more in the mirror. It was perfect for the most part. This was it. No going back now.

When he turned, he reached for the bouquet that had been prepared for him, a stunning arrangement of white flowers, wrapped in a delicate satin ribbon. A sheer draping of tulle cascaded from its side, soft and ethereal, almost like a veil. The weight of it in his hands felt real, grounding. His fingers tightened around the base, his heart thudding against his ribcage.

✧+✧

By the time 1x1 arrived at the venue later that evening, he was utterly breathless. The sight before him stole whatever words he might have tried to form, leaving his mouth slightly parted as he took everything in, his grip on the bouquet tightening instinctively.

It was perfect.

The venue had been transformed into something out of a dream. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the space, casting warm, golden light against the carefully arranged floral decorations. The same white flowers that were picked out were woven throughout the scene, adorning every surface, from the elegantly draped archway to the empty chairs lining the aisle.

The air was rich with the scent of fresh blooms, mingling with the faint crispness of the evening breeze. The sky overhead was painted in dusky hues, deep blues blending seamlessly into warm oranges and purples, a perfect backdrop for the occasion. Low-hanging branches stretched across the space, their leaves rustling in the faintest whisper of a breeze. Their white flowers bloomed in full, their delicate petals drifting down in slow, rhythmic cascades, blanketing the pathway before 1x1 in a natural, fragrant carpet. It was almost as if the earth had prepared itself for this moment, dressing in its finest silks and lace, presenting a sight of absolute perfection.

Bushes, neatly trimmed and flourishing with the same blossoms, formed a quiet corridor, guiding the way forward. Their lush greenery was woven with intricate vines, tiny flowers peeking through in shades of soft cream and pure white, enhancing the pathway’s ethereal beauty. The tall trellises were also draped in the intertwining ivy and flowers, their delicate petals glowing under the warm light.

1x1 stood still for a moment, inhaling deeply, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him like a heavy yet welcome presence. The quietness of the night only amplified his thoughts, the only sounds reaching his ears being the gentle rustling of the leaves above and the faintest sound of his own heartbeat thudding steadily in his chest as he began to walk forward down the pathway.

There was no large crowd, no sea of expectant eyes watching his every move. It was just them—just him and John, except John was currently elsewhere. They had no one else. No family, no close friends to witness the event. But that didn’t make this any less meaningful. If anything, it made it all the more intimate.

With each slow, measured step forward, 1x1 felt his heart pounding faster, his palms subtly sweating against the bouquet he clutched tightly in his hands. His breaths came a little heavier now, his nerves building the closer he got. The anticipation was suffocating, a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and an overwhelming depth of emotion he could barely put into words.

As he rounded a final bend in the pathway, 1x1 came to a sudden halt, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes landed on the lone figure standing just ahead.

John.

Even with his back turned, even without seeing his face, 1x1 felt his chest tighten at the sight of him.

The altar stood in the background, its frame adorned in woven vines and delicate flowers, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship that blended seamlessly with the natural beauty around it. But none of that mattered—not at this moment. All that mattered was the man standing before him.

John was still, unmoving, staring down at the ground with his hands clasped together, fingers idly fidgeting, clearly just as nervous as 1x1 felt. The fabric of his own black suit hugged his form elegantly, tailored to perfection, making him look as breathtaking as ever. The material was smooth, refined, shaping his silhouette in a way that felt both regal and effortless. The single matching white boutonnière pinned to his chest stood in stark contrast against the sea of darkness he wore, a small symbol of purity.

1x1 exhaled, steadying himself before stepping forward again, his footsteps light but deliberate, and the sound of his approach seemed to snap John out of his trance. John’s head shot up slightly, but he didn’t turn around. His chest rose and fell at a more rapid pace now, the subtle shift in his breathing betraying the storm of emotions he was surely feeling. 1x1’s movements slowed as he finally reached his lover, standing directly behind him. The proximity made his heartbeat even more erratic, but he pushed through, moving the bouquet to one hand before lifting his other, reaching out with careful precision.

A gentle double-tap to John’s shoulder. A silent request, and John didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he turned, whipping around to face 1x1, and for a moment, everything else disappeared as their eyes locked. 1x1 barely registered the breath he exhaled, nor the way his own body seemed to tremble ever so slightly beneath John’s gaze.

John looked ethereal, and there was no other way to describe it. His features, already so familiar, were somehow even more mesmerizing under the soft glow of the lights. The way his hair framed his face, the way his eyes, already shimmering with unshed tears, reflected every ounce of love and vulnerability he held within him. It was overwhelming.

John’s lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to speak, but no words came out. Instead, in one swift motion, he reached out, his hands suddenly cradling 1x1’s jaw, his fingers trembling against his skin. Before 1x1 could even process what was happening, John was kissing him. It was deep, desperate, filled with emotions too vast and consuming to be spoken aloud. 1x1’s eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the touch, his hands instinctively gripping onto John’s suit, holding him close, as if grounding himself in the reality of this moment.

Somewhere between their shared breath and the warmth of their lips pressed together, a single tear slipped down John’s cheek, a silent testament to everything he felt in this moment.

Neither of them wanted to pull away, but eventually, John did, just barely, his breath warm against 1x1’s lips as he lingered, his gaze searching, lost in the depths of 1x1’s own. A soft, shaky exhale left John’s lips as he brought one hand up to rub at his damp eyes, his other hand sliding down to grasp 1x1’s waist, pulling him impossibly close and making 1x1 smile. “…You look gorgeous.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, cracking slightly with emotion. He cleared his throat, composing himself before repeating with a little more steadiness as he brought his hand back to 1x1’s face, “You’re so beautiful…”

1x1’s smile softened as he clasped John’s hand against his cheek, his fingers gently curling over John’s, holding it there as if reluctant to let go. The warmth of John’s palm against his skin sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, grounding him in the moment. His heart thrummed in his chest, not out of nervousness but out of the overwhelming affection swelling within him.

“You look even better,” 1x1 murmured, his voice quiet, yet it carried the weight of all the love and admiration he had for the man before him.

John’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink at the compliment, the corners of his lips tugging into a small, bashful smile as well. He let his hand linger on 1x1’s cheek for a moment longer before finally pulling away both of his hands, though the loss of contact was almost immediately replaced as he moved closer, looping his arm through 1x1’s free one. They stood together, side by side, their bodies instinctively aligning, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle meant to be joined.

The two of them stepped forward in unison, walking slowly down the narrow aisle. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, their movements effortless as if they had been rehearsing this moment for a lifetime. A small smile played at 1x1’s lips as he stole a glance at his soon-to-be husband, who, despite his usual composed demeanor, seemed just as overwhelmed by the weight of this moment as he was.

As they approached the altar, their commissioner, Azure, stood waiting for them. The man was dressed in an off-white suit, his usual hat absent for once. He held a white folder in his hands, standing with his usual air of seriousness, though the solemn expression on his face looked somewhat out of place for a wedding. Then again, given their circumstances, they couldn’t exactly have a traditional officiant or a survivor perform the ceremony.

With no one to pass his bouquet to, 1x1 simply let it slip from his grasp, watching as it tumbled gracefully to the ground as he gently pushed it away with his foot. Some of the petals dislodged upon impact, scattering in a soft, delicate mess at their feet. John turned to face him fully, his eyes warm and unwavering as he reached out, palms up, silently asking for 1x1’s hands. Without hesitation, 1x1 placed his own atop John’s, letting their fingers gently intertwine. John’s hands were slightly calloused, but his touch was careful, reverent. The contact sent a comforting warmth spreading through 1x1’s chest.

Azure finally spoke, his voice even and measured as he opened the folder in his hands, flipping through the neatly arranged sheets of paper. “Due to the lack of guests, I’ll cut most of my speech out. It would seem rather awkward to address a nonexistent crowd.”

John smiled at 1x1, his grip on his lover’s hands tightening slightly in response to Azure’s dry humor. The lack of an audience didn’t bother them. They didn’t need an extravagant ceremony or dozens of witnesses to validate what they already knew to be true.

Azure cleared his throat and continued. “This day is the moment you’ve dreamed of since you asked yourself if the other was really ‘the one.’ Today is the day you fully express your love to each other, as well as the commitment and loyalty you promise to provide. You may do this by stating the vows of love you have prepared, so, please read off the oaths you have made to each other—the pledges that will define your emotion.” Reaching down, Azure retrieved a small, folded piece of white paper and handed it to John. The movement was smooth, almost practiced, though his expression remained unreadable.

John hesitated for only a moment before releasing 1x1’s hands, taking the paper with slightly trembling fingers. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he took a steadying breath. Then, slowly, he unfolded the delicate sheet and let his eyes scan over the words he had written, the words that held every ounce of love he had struggled to put into sentences. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, yet steady.

“Back when I saw you for the first time, it wasn’t exactly the dream first meeting most couples share when they tell their love story.” He let out a quiet chuckle, his gaze flickering up to meet 1x1’s. “You were soaked in blood, a dead body at your feet, but despite the carnage surrounding you, I remember my heart stopping. You looked gorgeous in that moment. I don’t know what that says about me, but I do know that when you turned, when you saw me and walked over, I couldn’t breathe. It took everything in me not to flirt with you right then and there, to not say something utterly ridiculous that would make you roll your eyes at me.”

1x1 let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly, though his eyes never left John’s. The love in his gaze was undeniable, a warmth so deep and consuming that it made his chest feel tight. John, in contrast, was struggling to keep his composure, his breath coming out shaky as he lifted a trembling hand to wipe at his eyes. Tears had already begun to well at the corners, threatening to spill.

He let out a shaky breath, and his voice wavered. He paused, lifting a hand to quickly wipe at his eyes, but the tears had already begun to gather, glistening beneath the dim light. A soft laugh escaped him, tinged with emotion. “We began hanging out—though, if we’re being honest, that was mostly because I refused to leave you alone,” John continued, his lips curling into a wistful smile. “You weren’t exactly the easiest person to get close to. You kept everyone at arm’s length, but for some reason, I wanted, needed, to break past that wall. And when I finally did, when you started letting me in, I swear every little interaction we had made my heart race so much, it was awful in the best way possible.”

1x1 smiled, his heart swelling as he listened, drinking in every word as though it was something sacred. He had never been good at expressing emotions himself, and had never been the type to wax poetic about love or feelings, but hearing John speak so earnestly, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes, made something deep within him stir.

John let out another small breath, his hands clenching slightly at his sides as if trying to hold himself together. “And then that night… that one night I finally worked up the courage to ask you out,” he continued, his voice growing softer, more intimate. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous in my life. I remember standing there, practically sweating bullets, convinced you were going to reject me, or worse, laugh in my face.”

1x1 smirked slightly at that, shaking his head. “I would never,” he murmured, barely audible, but John caught it, his smile widening just a fraction.

“But when you actually said yes, when you agreed to be mine, I swear I barely made it home that night before collapsing onto my bed in disbelief,” John admitted with a small laugh, though it was tinged with lingering emotion. “Actually, no. I didn’t even make it to my bed—I just grabbed my pillow, hugged it as tight as I could, and imagined it was you.” 1x1’s brows lifted slightly in amusement, his lips parting as if to respond, but John beat him to it, running a hand through his hair in mild embarrassment.

“It was pathetic, really,” he chuckled. “But I was so damn happy. I don’t think I’d ever felt that kind of happiness before. And then, years later, when I finally proposed to you, I was terrified all over again. I kept thinking, what if this is where he says no? What if I’ve pushed my luck too far? And when you didn’t respond at first, when you just stood there, I swear my heart stopped.”

1x1 swallowed hard, his own vision blurring slightly as he remembered that moment, how he had been so overcome with emotion that he had been unable to speak, unable to do anything but stare at John as his mind scrambled to process what was happening.

John took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he pushed forward. “But then I looked up,” he whispered, his expression softening, “and I saw you were crying.” He smiled through his own tears, his voice breaking slightly at the memory. “And in that moment, something inside of me just melted. Because I knew… I knew you wanted it just as badly as I did. And that was all that mattered.”

1x1 felt something hot trail down his cheek, and only then did he realize he was crying too. It was just a single tear, barely noticeable, but it was there. And as John looked at him, his own face streaked with emotion, he reached up to quickly wipe at his eyes once again, laughing softly at himself.

“I love you so much,” John continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “I would do anything for you, my love. You mean so much to me, and I hate every second we have to spend apart—even if it’s for something as mundane as you going to the grocery store alone. Every moment we share, big or small, I cherish. I hold onto them, replay them over and over in my mind because they remind me of just how lucky I am to have you.”

John took another shaky breath, his fingers tightening slightly as he struggled to keep himself composed. “So, as our love deepens, I promise to give you everything I have. To provide for you, to make sure you never want for anything. I promise to be better, to be the best I can be for you, because you make my world, 1x, and I hope you know that.”

He paused, his voice faltering for a moment as his gaze dropped to the ground, watching as small droplets of water hit the floor beneath him. “It’s so tough to put into words how I feel for you,” he admitted, finally lifting his head to meet 1x1’s gaze again. “But I love you. And I always will.”

The altar felt impossibly quiet, as though the world itself had momentarily paused to allow this moment to stretch on for as long as it needed to. 1x1’s hands twitched at his sides, his entire being screaming at him to move forward, to wrap John in his arms and hold him the way John had held him that day, the day he had proposed. But was that even allowed? Was he supposed to just stand here? Weddings were so confusing.

John, realizing he needed a moment to collect himself, reached into his suit pocket and retrieved a small, neatly folded pocket square. He dabbed at his eyes, breathing in deeply as he composed himself. When he finally exhaled, he tucked the handkerchief away once more, his eyes meeting 1x1’s with a look so full of love it was almost unbearable. With a small nod, John silently signaled that he was done.

Azure, standing as still and composed as ever, took the folded vows from John’s hands and handed an identical piece of paper to 1x1. The paper was cool against his fingers, an almost stark contrast to the burning heat of his skin. He stared at the folded sheet for a moment, swallowing against the lump forming in his throat before carefully unfolding it, his eyes drifting over the dark ink scrawled across the page.

He hesitated, glancing up at John for a fleeting moment. His lover stood before him, eyes still shimmering, his expression open, raw, vulnerable. The love in his gaze was undeniable, unshakable, and somehow that made it even harder for 1x1 to find his voice.

Finally, he inhaled deeply, steadying himself. “You’re probably not going to be happy with what I’m about to say…” he started, his voice low but steady. He saw the way John tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “…But when I first saw you staring at me, I thought you were a complete loser.”

A laugh escaped John’s lips before he could stop it, his shoulders shaking slightly with amusement. 1x1 allowed a small, teasing smirk to flicker across his lips before his expression softened, eyes brimming with fondness.

“I don’t know why I thought that,” he admitted, exhaling through his nose. “Because now I think the complete opposite of you. Maybe it was the way you kept following me every chance you could, lingering in places you knew I would be, like some creep stalking me.” He huffed a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at the memory. “But as you kept trying to start conversations with me, as persistent as you were, it was almost shameful how quickly I fell for you. You acted like a total dork… but it was cute.”

John smiled at that, his eyes bright despite the moisture still pooling in them. The warmth in his expression made 1x1’s chest ache, the steady thrum of emotion making it harder to focus on the words in front of him.

His gaze fell back to the paper, scanning the next lines, but his voice wavered when he spoke again. “I was born from hatred,” he murmured, the humor from before quickly dissolving into something deeper, more vulnerable. “Born to only feel hatred for others. And yet… you changed that.”

The air felt heavier between them now, charged with something indescribable. John’s expression softened, his hands clenching slightly at his sides. “You introduced me to emotions I had never felt before,” 1x1 continued, his voice growing quieter, more intimate. “You guided me through them, through feelings I never thought I was capable of. And you still do. Even now, you are the only one who has ever stayed, the only one who cared for me when I needed it the most, the only one who never turned away, even when I was at my worst.”

1x1 swallowed hard, his throat tightening as the words hit him with full force. His vision blurred slightly, and before he could stop it, another tear slipped down his cheek, landing softly onto the page in his hands. The ink smudged slightly, the letters bleeding together in a tiny, imperfect stain. He blinked rapidly, willing himself to stay composed, but it was useless. More tears followed, carving silent paths down his face. He lifted a trembling hand to wipe them away, but he didn’t look up. He knew that if he met John’s gaze, he would break completely.

“You are the only thing that keeps me going sometimes,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “The only reason I wake up and actually feel worthy of life. My love for you extends further than all the meters walked on this earth, further than the horizon itself. The praises I would speak to you are more numerous than all the words ever spoken in history. And yet, even those words feel insignificant compared to what you deserve.”

“I adore you,” 1x1 continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And I promise—to you, to myself, to us—that I will let my love for you guide me into becoming a better man. I will strive to give you everything you need, everything you could ever want. I will be better, for you. I want to give back even a fraction of what you have given me, because you have given me more than I could ever put into words.”

His voice trembled, his breath uneven, but he pushed through, the final words heavy with devotion. “As our love grows, I will love you for eternity and cherish you forever. I love you, John. And I hope to never stop.”

With that, he let out a slow, unsteady exhale, his fingers trembling as he passed his vows off with tears still lingering in his eyes, the weight of his own words settling deep in his chest. His vision blurred for a moment as he looked up at John, drinking in the sight of his lover, and his soon-to-be husband, standing before him, radiant in the soft glow of moonlight. They locked eyes, and in that instant, the world around them seemed to fade into silence. It was as if they were standing in their own private universe, untouchable by time or reality.

Both of them released a long, unsteady breath at the same time, a quiet but profound sigh of relief neither had realized they had been holding. The gravity of the moment pressed down upon them, but in the best possible way, a pressure that was warm and encompassing, like being wrapped in the tightest embrace.

John smiled first, his lips curling into a wide, joyful expression as he reached out and took 1x1’s hands into his own again, making it almost impossible for 1x1 not to return the smile. They had been through so much together, and now, standing here, bound by love, they were about to take the final step into eternity together.

A clearing of the throat shattered their trance, and their gazes flickered toward Azure, who stood before them with his usual unreadable expression. His voice, steady and authoritative, broke the quiet night air. “If you two are finished melting into a puddle,” he muttered, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in his otherwise composed tone, “we can proceed.”

“1x,” Azure began, his words slow and deliberate, carrying the weight of ceremony. “Do you take John as your wedded husband? Do you promise to bestow your comfort, love, and care when he is in sickness, need, or hurt? Do you promise to endow your everlasting presence, and to remain faithful to him for as long as you live?”

The words sank into 1x1’s bones, reverberating within him, and for a moment, he simply stared at John, feeling every syllable settle into place in his heart. There was no hesitation, no doubt, only absolute certainty. His lips parted, and his voice came out soft but sure. “I do.” The way John’s face lit up at those two words nearly took 1x1’s breath away. His lover’s eyes shone with unfiltered emotion, his smile so bright it could have rivaled the stars.

Azure turned his attention to John and repeated the sacred vow. “John, do you take 1x as your wedded husband? Do you promise to bestow your comfort, love, and care when he is in sickness, need, or hurt? Do you promise to endow your everlasting presence, and to remain faithful to him for as long as you live?”

John didn’t even hesitate. His grip on 1x1’s hands tightened, and his voice, though filled with emotion, was unwavering. “I do.”

A shiver ran down 1x1’s spine, not from the cold night air, but from the sheer weight of what they had just promised. Those words weren’t just tradition; they were truth. A vow that went beyond ceremony, beyond words, and etched itself directly into their souls.

Azure shifted the folder he held into one hand and dug into his pocket, producing a small velvet bag. With ease, he pulled the drawstring open and let its contents spill onto the folder’s surface, a pair of rings glinting under the moonlight, the wedding bands twice as beautiful as their engagement rings. Stuffing the bag back into his pocket, Azure plucked one of the rings from the folder and handed it off to 1x1.

“1x, take this ring and place it along John’s finger, and repeat after me. ‘I give you this ring as a sign of my eternal love and faithfulness for you.’”

1x1 accepted the ring carefully, its cool metal pressing into his warm fingertips. His hands trembled slightly, not from nerves, but from the sheer gravity of the moment. He turned to John, watching as his lover extended his left hand outward, palm down, waiting patiently. With the utmost care, 1x1 slid the ring onto John’s finger, feeling the metal glide smoothly over his skin. The touch sent a thrill through him, a quiet but undeniable spark. His lips parted, and he repeated the vow, his voice thick with emotion. “I give you this ring as a sign of my eternal love and faithfulness for you.”

The silver ring caught the light just right, reflecting a soft shimmer, and 1x1 took a brief moment to admire it. Engraved along its surface were intricate designs paired with diamonds along its circumference. It suited John perfectly. He withdrew his hands, his fingertips lingering against John’s skin for just a moment longer before pulling away.

Azure took the second ring, holding it out for John. “John, take this ring and place it along 1x’s finger, and repeat after me. ‘I give you this ring as a sign of my eternal love and faithfulness for you.’”

John’s hands were steadier than 1x1’s had been, but the love in his touch was just as potent. As 1x1 offered his left hand, John took it with reverence, guiding the ring gently onto his finger. The weight of it was solid, grounding, and yet it felt like the lightest thing in the world.

“I give you this ring as a sign of my eternal love and faithfulness for you,” John repeated, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

The band settled into place, snug and secure, and 1x1 found himself staring at it, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. It was real—this was real. They were bound now, in the most tangible way possible. John’s hands found 1x1’s once more, their fingers lacing together effortlessly, naturally. They squeezed each other’s hands as their eyes met once again, and in that gaze, a thousand unspoken words passed between them.

Azure’s voice carried through the air once more, finalizing the moment that would define the rest of their lives. “As you embark on the journey of your love, may your days be filled with happiness, bliss, and joy. Remember that a great marriage involves forgiving each other, creating memories together, and the promise to always love one another. Cherish every moment, for marriage is about taking every little detail to heart. And so now, with the power laid upon me…” He paused slightly, glancing between them. “…I officially declare you husband and husband. You may now kiss your newly wedded husband.”

Before 1x1 could even react, John wasted no time wrapping his arm firmly around 1x1’s waist, pulling him in with an urgency that spoke volumes, as if he needed to reassure himself that this moment was real. His fingers pressed gently but securely against the fabric of 1x1’s suit, feeling the warmth beneath it, the familiar presence that had always felt like home. Without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing 1x1’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss, pouring every unspoken word, every ounce of love and devotion, into that single embrace.

1x1’s breath hitched at the contact, his heart hammering in his chest as his hands instinctively came up to cradle John’s face, his thumbs brushing over the faint stubble on his jaw. He wanted to be closer—needed to be, and he pressed himself further into John, as if eliminating any remaining space between them. His fingers trembled slightly as they traced the curve of John’s cheekbones, the soft lines of his face, memorizing every detail like he was afraid to forget.

John’s other hand slid up 1x1’s back, fingers splaying out between his shoulder blades, grounding him in place. The intensity of the moment caught up with them, and before he could stop himself, 1x1 felt warm tears slip from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks as he melted into the embrace. His breath was shaky as he clung to John, pressing impossibly closer as if doing so could make time slow down.

Eventually, they parted, both slightly out of breath, lips tingling from the shared warmth. John didn’t stray far, though, his lips brushing against 1x1’s cheek, leaving the ghost of a kiss before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His gaze was filled with so much love, so much adoration, that 1x1 felt his heart swell.

“You really are a dork,” 1x1 mumbled, his voice laced with affection. A smile crept onto his face despite himself, unable to resist the infectious joy radiating from the man in front of him.

John merely grinned, his fingers intertwining with 1x1’s as he gently tugged him forward. “I make you smile though, don't I?” he teased, his tone playful, eyes twinkling as they began to walk down the aisle again, their steps in sync, leading toward the reception building in the distance.

1x1 chuckled, forgetting about the bouquet, his free hand reaching up to cup John’s face again, pressing a feather-light kiss against the sharp edge of his jaw. His lips lingered there for just a moment before he pulled away, smirking. “True, whether it be for a good reason or a bad.”

John huffed a dramatic sigh, though the way his thumb rubbed soothing circles against 1x1’s hand gave him away. “I’ll take what I can get,” he murmured.

Their steps were slow but steady as they made their way along the stone pathway, the soft glow of the almost fallen sun casting long shadows behind them. The air was cool but pleasant, the distant sound of birds settling in for the evening adding to the quiet, intimate atmosphere surrounding them. By the time they reached the backdoor of the reception building, John was the first to pull it open, stepping aside with a small flourish. “After you,” he said with a playful bow.

1x1 rolled his eyes but stepped inside nonetheless, the warmth of the building wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. The space was completely empty, silent except for the faint hum of the overhead lights. Yet neither of them seemed to mind.

The reception hall was stunning. The dim, golden lighting bathed the room in a soft glow, casting delicate shadows across the walls. The décor was nothing short of elegant—lavish chandeliers hung from above, their crystals catching the light in dazzling reflections. White carnations adorned every table, their petals soft and pristine, their scent faint but calming. Off to the side, an extravagant three-tiered wedding cake stood on a small, decorated table, the intricate design and delicate sugar flowers making it look almost too beautiful to touch. John decided to pick their cake out, insisting it would be a surprise, to which 1x1 agreed, but now he was pondering.

1x1’s gaze flickered to John, a surprised glint in his eyes. “How are we supposed to eat all of that, considering it’s just us two?” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Though I have to admit, you did a great job, dear. It looks incredible.”

John chuckled, pressing his face against 1x1’s once again, his breath warm against his skin. “Only the first tier is real,” he admitted, his tone amused. “I knew it would be a waste of cake if all three were edible. We can save the extra for tomorrow.”

1x1 let out a soft scoff, though his fingers curled around John’s once again, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I love you,” he said simply, the words carrying the weight of everything he felt in that moment.

John’s expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned in once more, capturing 1x1’s lips in another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, a silent promise that spoke louder than words ever could. When they parted, his lips quirked into a smirk. “I love you too, mon chéri.”

1x1 blinked, his lips twitching as he tilted his head in suspicion. “You don’t even know what you’re saying, do you?”

John merely grinned, pulling out his phone, scrolling and clicking through something before shoving it back into his pocket. “Nope. But I saw it on a romantic TV show, so I’m sure it means something… well, romantic.”

1x1 sighed, shaking his head as laughter bubbled up in his chest. But before he could say anything else, soft music began to drift through the room, filtering through hidden speakers. The melody was slow and sweet, wrapping around them like an invisible embrace.

John wasted no time in pulling 1x1 toward the center of the dance floor, one hand finding his waist while the other laced their fingers together. 1x1 let out a breathy laugh but followed his lead, resting his free hand on John’s back as they swayed together in perfect sync.

As they stepped together in perfect sync, their bodies moved with an effortless rhythm, swaying to the soft melody that echoed through the empty reception hall. The dim, golden lighting casted a warm glow across the dance floor, illuminating their entwined forms as they drifted in slow, gentle circles. 1x1’s head found its place on John’s shoulder, his breath steadying as he allowed himself to sink into the moment.

John let out a soft sigh, his breath tickling against 1x1’s hair as his grip around his husband’s waist tightened just slightly, fingers pressing in with reassuring warmth. The dance itself wasn’t elaborate or grand, but it was theirs—perfectly slow, perfectly steady, perfectly intimate. Neither of them had ever needed anything flashy or extravagant; the mere act of holding each other, of feeling the quiet pulse of their heartbeats in sync, was enough.

Leaning down, John pressed a lingering kiss to 1x1’s hair, lips brushing over the soft strands. At the contact, 1x1 tilted his head up, his gaze locking onto John’s with an affectionate softness. In the dim lighting, John’s deep, loving eyes looked even more mesmerizing, filled with something gentle, something infinite.

A smile played at 1x1’s lips as he traced John’s features with his gaze. He had memorized every line, every curve, every expression John had ever made, and yet, every time he looked at his husband, it was as if he was with him for the first time all over agaib, his heart fluttering all the same. The way John’s lips curled ever so slightly at the corners, the way his eyes crinkled in quiet amusement, the way the soft lighting highlighted the contours of his sharp yet comforting features… It was all too much and somehow never enough.

They continued to move in their unhurried pace, caught in an endless loop of slow, whispered twirls, bodies pressed so close together that they could feel the steady rise and fall of each other’s chests. It was just the two of them, wrapped in an embrace that neither of them wanted to break.

Time stretched and blurred. One song fading into another, then another. Neither kept track, there was no need. The warmth they shared was enough to make the minutes slip by unnoticed.

By the time they finally pulled apart, it wasn’t with reluctance, but with the quiet understanding that the night was still theirs to savor. John took 1x1’s hand, fingers lacing together effortlessly, and led him toward the elegantly set table where their wedding cake stood in all its semi-fake glory—adorned with delicate white frosting, intricate floral patterns, and a touch of silver embellishments that caught the light just right.

John reached for the knife sitting on the table, his fingers wrapping around its handle before glancing at 1x1 with a smirk. Without hesitation, 1x1 placed his hand over John’s, guiding it gently as they lowered the blade to the cake’s surface together. Slowly, they sliced through the soft layers, the blade gliding smoothly as they cut the first piece. The motion was repeated, careful and deliberate, until two neat slices sat waiting to be served.

1x1 withdrew his hand, reaching for two pristine plates from the stack beside them, setting them side by side on the table. John followed suit, carefully placing a slice onto each plate before setting the knife aside. With a quiet chuckle, he reached for two polished forks, setting one onto his plate before sliding one toward 1x1.

Taking his fork, 1x1 speared the tip of his cake slice, gathering just enough onto the utensil before turning toward John, raising it toward his lips in an unspoken offering. John chuckled, shaking his head slightly before leaning in and taking the bite, his lips wrapping around the fork before pulling back. He chewed thoughtfully, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Grinning, John mirrored the gesture, lifting his own fork with a small bite of cake perched on the end. 1x1, playing along, leaned forward and accepted it, savoring the taste before a soft, pleased hum escaped him. The sweetness lingered on his tongue, but even sweeter was the way John was looking at him—so utterly in love, so unabashedly smitten.

Before John could react, 1x1 leaned in and pressed a quick, sugary kiss to his lips, the warmth of it lingering between them like a whispered promise. With a playful smirk, 1x1 returned to his own plate, taking another bite. But before he could fully enjoy it, he suddenly found himself being pulled close once again, John’s arm wrapping securely around his waist. The warmth of his embrace was immediate, familiar, and intoxicating all at once. John leaned in, pressing a kiss to 1x1’s jaw, his lips soft and lingering against his skin. The touch sent a small shiver down 1x1’s spine, and before he could stop himself, a faint flush crept onto his face.

Smirking at the reaction, 1x1 decided to play along. Dipping his finger into a bit of the cake’s frosting, he turned to John with mischief flashing in his eyes before swiping the icing onto the tip of his husband’s nose. John blinked, momentarily surprised, before laughter bubbled up in his chest.

“You’re the best husband I could ask for,” 1x1 murmured, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity beneath the teasing.

John, still grinning, wiped the icing from his nose with his thumb, bringing it to his lips and licking it off with exaggerated thoughtfulness. “You’re the only husband I could ask for.”

As 1x1 lightheartedly nudged John at his words, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, the warmth between them only growing stronger with every passing second. Without hesitation, he closed the small gap between them, resting his head against his lover’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was calming, grounding, an unspoken reassurance that John was right there with him, just as he always had been and always would be. 

John’s grip instinctively tightened around him, his other hand slowly moving up to weave through 1x1’s hair, fingers threading gently through the strands in a soothing motion. Time seemed to slip through their fingers, passing quickly yet effortlessly as they remained alone together in the grand reception hall. The world outside didn’t matter—at least, not right now. This was their night, their moment, and they were in no hurry to let it go.

Eventually, the two found themselves in the backseat of a sleek, pre-paid limousine, on route to the hotel where they would be spending the night. The ride itself was anything but ordinary—rather than sitting still and taking in the sights of the city, it seemed to turn more into a game of whoever could steal the most kisses from each other. By the time the limousine pulled up in front of their hotel, neither of them knew who would've actually won if it were a real game, but neither particularly cared.

As they stepped out of the car, 1x1 took a moment to admire the grandeur of the hotel before them. The exterior was tall, pristine, and adorned with elegant architecture that screamed luxury. However, it was the interior that truly left him in awe.

Stepping through the glass doors, they were immediately met with an opulent lobby, a dazzling chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, casting a golden glow across the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with intricate gold detailing, and plush seating arrangements were spread throughout the space, giving the entire area a warm yet regal atmosphere.

1x1 had to admit—he was glad money wasn’t a concern for them. Looking at the sheer extravagance surrounding them, he knew that if this had been years ago, this night alone would have left him drowning in debt. But now, he could simply enjoy it, bask in the luxury of their wedding night without a single worry.

Hand in hand, they approached the receptionist, who greeted them with a polite smile before efficiently checking them in. After receiving their keycard, they made their way toward the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for the thirteenth floor.

The doors slid shut, leaving them alone in the small space. John, ever affectionate, reached for 1x1’s hand, intertwining their fingers before giving a gentle squeeze. His thumb brushed over 1x1’s knuckles absentmindedly, a silent gesture of love that made 1x1’s heart swell. As the numbers above the door slowly climbed higher, 1x1 returned the gesture, squeezing John’s hand back. 

When the elevator finally chimed, signaling their arrival at their floor, they stepped out into a quiet, dimly lit hallway. The rooms were spread out, and as they walked, 1x1 noticed how eerily silent it was—no voices, no music, no echoes of distant conversations. 1x1 knew it wasn't true, and the rooms were most likely sound proof, but it was as if the entire floor had been reserved just for them, making the night feel even more intimate.

At last, they reached their door. John, who had taken the keycard earlier, pulled it out and slid it through the reader. The lock clicked open, and he pushed down on the handle, stepping aside to let 1x1 enter first. The moment they stepped inside, John closed the door behind them, locking it with a soft click before beginning to slip off his dress shoes. 1x1 did the same, discarding his socks as well, sighing in relief as he freed his body from the slightly uncomfortable formal footwear.

Neither of them moved to turn on the lights, the curtains, though drawn, allowed just the right amount of moonlight to seep into the room, casting a soft, silvery glow over the space. Plus, with how late at night it was now, 1x1 thought he would be blinded if any lights were turned on due to how dark the sky was, so it worked out.

The room itself was nothing short of stunning—elegantly furnished with plush carpets, luxurious decor, and a bed that looked as inviting as it was expensive. Curious, 1x1 walked over to the bed, sitting down to test its comfort. The mattress was soft, molding perfectly to his form as he sank into it slightly. He glanced toward John, who had just finished removing his shoes, and before he could say anything, his husband was already making his way over to him.

John smiled as he reached him, his hands cupping 1x1’s face with a tenderness that made his heart skip a beat. Without a single word, he leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. 1x1 melted into it, sighing softly as John shifted, crawling onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Soon enough, he found himself leaning back against the sheets, his hands naturally finding their place on John’s back as their bodies pressed together.

John’s hand trailed down his side, fingers tracing over the fabric of his suit before slipping just slightly underneath, palm resting against his waist. There was something intoxicating about the way he touched him—not rushed, not urgent, but deliberate, as if he was savoring every second, every breath, every kiss.

After a moment, John pulled away, just enough to look into 1x1’s eyes. The love in his gaze was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. “You look so beautiful, my love,” John whispered, his voice hushed but filled with raw sincerity. “So, so pretty…”

Before 1x1 could even think of a response, John was leaning in again, his lips brushing against his in another deep, slow kiss. He felt as John straddled him, his weight pressing down in a way that was both familiar and grounding. His hands trailed along 1x1’s sides, fingertips ghosting over the fabric of his dress shirt, tracing the seams with a teasing slowness. 1x1 took a breath, feeling his heart hammer in his chest as he gazed up at the man above him, his husband—his everything.

John paused for a moment, his expression soft yet filled with an almost mischievous warmth. He tilted his head slightly, studying 1x1 with a knowing smile before speaking. “Are you fine with this? If we go further?”

There was no hesitation in 1x1’s response. He nodded, reaching up to grasp John’s wrist before guiding him toward the headboard. The pillows fluffed beneath his back as he settled against the plush frame, his hands naturally lowering to John’s waist. A smirk played at his lips as he pulled him closer. “As always, dear.”

John let out a breathy chuckle, his grin widening as he leaned down, capturing 1x1’s lips in a deep, languid kiss once more. Their movements were unhurried and deliberate, savoring every moment as if time itself had slowed just for them.

As their lips parted, John wasted no time slipping his hands beneath the lapels of 1x1’s suit jacket, smoothly sliding it off his shoulders before letting it drop onto the floor with a soft rustle. He made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt next, undoing them one by one, his fingers grazing against his skin with each motion. 1x1 felt a shiver run through him, though whether it was from the cool air against his exposed chest or John’s touch, he wasn’t quite sure.

John’s hands roamed over his chest, his palms warm as they traced the faint lines of muscle beneath his fingertips. He hummed appreciatively, his gaze filled with something tender, something almost reverent. 1x1, not wanting to be the only one feeling the effects of the cool air, reached up to return the favor, tugging at John’s suit jacket with an impatient eagerness.

A chuckle rumbled from John’s chest as he shifted to help, shrugging off the fabric before tossing it aside. His shirt followed soon after, along with his tie, each article joining the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. 1x1 took a moment to admire him—the way the dim hotel lighting casted soft shadows along the contours of his torso, the way his skin was still warm to the touch despite the absence of his clothing and cold air around them.

John leaned in again, his lips trailing along 1x1’s collarbone before moving to his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against his pulse point. 1x1 let out a shaky breath, his head instinctively tilting back as he melted into the sensation. 1x1 didn't notice when John had seemingly slipped both of their pants and boxers off, his legs closing together as he realized he was fully nude.

With a teasing glint in his eye, John pulled away slightly, shifting to reach into the nightstand drawer beside them. His fingers fished through the small compartment for a moment before he suddenly let out a triumphant sound.

“Hah! Knew they'd have something with the amount of couples who stay here!” he exclaimed, turning to face 1x1 with a smirk. In his hand, he held a small bottle of lube upwards, the clear liquid moving slightly as it was moved.

1x1 blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before a quiet chuckle escaped him. “Just your luck, hm?” he mused, watching as John smiled.

“You know me,” John replied smoothly, popping open the cap and pouring some of the fluid onto his palm, setting the bottle back on the nightstand. The light reflected off the lube as it slid slowly onto his fingers, his head tilting to the side. “I’m a rather lucky man.”

John’s grin widened as moved his lubed hand down to 1x1’s dick, dragging a slow, deliberate pump along the length of the cock, the liquid beginning to coat his member. A slight shudder ran through 1x1 at the sudden wet coldness, but he didn’t seem to mind. John stroked him leisurely, looking down at 1x1 with a playful gleam in his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, John moved his hand to twirl around his tip, pre-cum leaking out of 1x1’s cock in small beads, dripping along the sides of his dick before settling onto his gut. The sudden pleasure racking through his body made 1x1 gasp, his body instinctively tensing, and his hips bucking to gain any friction he could get.

John laughed softly at his reaction, leaning in to press a quick, apologetic kiss to his lips before continuing. He trailed his fingers down 1x1’s length, smearing the liquid against his skin in unhurried strokes. The sharp cold of the lube gave way to warmth as John’s touch followed closely behind, creating a mix of temperature that made everything more pleasing. “Ghnn… John…” 1x1 groaned out quietly, though there was no side of complaint in his voice.

The room was bathed in a dim glow, the soft moonlight from the windows creating long, fluid shadows across the walls. The faint scent of mixed cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the slight smell of sweat. The stillness of the evening was broken only by the quiet inhales and exhales of two figures, their forms tangled together on the bed, bodies pressed close in a shared moment of intimacy.

John gazed down at 1x1, his lips slightly parted, eyes dark and filled with an unspoken reverence. He reached out, his free hand tracing the line of 1x1’s jaw with a featherlight touch before his hand trailed downward, exploring the dips and curves of his lover’s form with slow, deliberate caresses.

“You’re so gorgeous like this…” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words carried a weight that sent a shiver down 1x1’s spine. 1x1 let out a soft, breathy moan as he leaned up to meet John’s lips, their mouths slotting together in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. His hands moved instinctively, gripping John’s waist, pulling him even closer, needing more of the warmth that radiated between them. 

John smiled against 1x1’s lips before pulling away slightly, his breath warm against his lover’s skin. He chuckled at the small whimper that escaped 1x1’s throat, a sound of longing, of wanting. There was something undeniably sweet about it, about the way he could pull those little noises from him so effortlessly. With a slow, deliberate motion, John reached down, his fingers brushing whatever remains of lube on his fingers onto his hole. John lifted his ass up slightly, the soft touch of his skin against 1x1’s dick making the latter groan in anticipation. 1x1’s cock glistened under the warm light, and with a teasing smirk, John met 1x1’s gaze, his eyes dark with mischief.

And then, in one smooth, unhesitating motion, John shoved 1x1’s cock fully into the heat of his ass, his back arching slightly as he took his lover’s length fully. A sharp inhale filled the room as John’s body trembled at the sensation of being stuffed full. The wetness of the lube between them sent a shock through 1x1’s system, making his breath hitch. John’s walls clenched around his dick immediately, his hips grinding slowly against 1x1 to pull him deeper inside of him.

1x1 let out a low, throaty groan as he watched, as he felt the way John molded perfectly to him, the way he slowly sank further onto him, finding whatever angle would push 1x1’s length the deepest. There was something mesmerizing about John, about the way looked in such a blissful state, the resistance of his ass the the tight ring of muscle squeezed him so perfectly, the taut, molten heat that enveloped around him so euphorically, the way his walls provided just enough of a clench to make every shift, every movement, feel that much more pleasurable. “Fuck…, you're so tight—”

John let out a soft, shaky laugh, his head falling back slightly, his hair cascading downwards as he adjusted his position. “Better that than being loose—nghh…, shitt—” His words dissolved into another breathless exhale as he raised up and dropped back down onto 1x1’s cock, savoring every inch of the experience.

1x1 took this as his cue to move, his hands squeezing John’s waist, steadying him, guiding him. He lifted him just slightly, just enough to feel the shift, to watch as the lube clung in thin, glistening strands, connecting them, before he gently lowered him again. A quiet, wet sound filled the room as John was skewered once more, adjusting to accommodate, to embrace his cock.

A deep moan spilled from John’s lips, unexpected and raw, his fingers instinctively reaching for 1x1’s shoulders, gripping tightly as if grounding himself in the moment. He met 1x1’s gaze, his eyes dark, his pupils blown wide and eyes half-lidded with sensation. Slowly, methodically, 1x1 repeated the motion—lifting, then pressing back down, each movement sending another ripple of warmth through them both.

“Hngh—! 1x…” John whimpered, his nails biting into 1x1’s skin, the sensation grounding him, anchoring him in the moment. The way John took him, the way his dick hardened within his depths, made his whole body hum with pleasure. John’s walls became slowly more stretched out, embracing his dick as it pushed further, little by little, sinking deeper into the heat of his ass.

The scent of sweat filled the air, mingling with the sound of skin hitting against skin—the heat of the moment, the soft sounds escaping John’s lips, the sheer pleasure of everything.

1x1 adjusted slightly, angling just right, and then pressed forward, pushing his dick deeper with a little more force than before. John’s reaction was immediate—a sharp cry of pleasure, his body tensing before melting into 1x1’s touch as he prostate was hit. His forehead fell against 1x1’s shoulder, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps as he tried to process the sheer pleasure of it all.

“Mmnf—!” His voice was muffled, his grip tightening against 1x1’s back as his husband repeated the motion, his body trembling. 1x1 chuckled breathlessly, his pace quickening ever so slightly, watching as John trembled beneath his hands, as his ass continued to yield, his dick disappearing into its tight heat.

1x1 furthered his speed, keeping his momentum steady, ensuring that every movement sent another rush of warmth through John’s spine. He could feel every shift, the way John clenched around his dick as he shuddered, the way his ass clung so desperately his cock, refusing to let go. John’s arms wrapped tightly around his back, his nails scraping over his skin and leaving the faintest marks against the translucent torso of his lover, sheens of sweat glistening over them both.

And then, with one final plop downwards, John reached his peak, cumming with a cry tearing from his throat as his dick shot out hot ropes of cum onto both of their stomachs. John’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his head pressing firmly against 1x1’s neck as his body shuddered with the aftershocks of sensation. He could feel the sticky remnants of his pleasure dripping down his skin as 1x1 continued bucking into him. John’s  lips parted slightly, releasing a quiet, satisfied groan as he melted against 1x1’s form.

1x1 felt his entire body tremble, a deep shudder passing through him as his movements shuddered. The sight before him, John, flushed and blissed out, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath—was almost too much to bear. His fingers dug into John’s hips, gripping tightly as he pushed forward, sinking his cock even deeper into John’s ass.

His hole clung desperately to 1x1’s dick, strings of pre-cum wrapping around the length of his cock and pressing further inside of John. 1x1 could feel that he was close, very close, to his long awaited orgasm. His body tensed, a deep groan slipping past his lips as he gave one final thrust, sinking his cock as far as he could go into the warmth of John’s ass, thick ropes of cum shooting inside of his lover as he came.

He held John close, his fingers curling against the small of his back. A deep, shuddering breath escaped 1x1’s lips as he pulled John closer, pressing their bodies together in a silent, lingering embrace.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds filling the air were the gentle inhales and exhales of their breath, the distant hum of the city beyond the hotel window, and the quiet creak of the mattress beneath them. The world outside had faded away, leaving only this—this moment, this warmth, this undeniable connection.

John shifted slightly in 1x1’s arms, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were still laced with the aftershocks of pleasure, but there was something softer there too, something tender, something filled with unspoken devotion. He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind 1x1’s ear, his fingers barely grazing his cheek as he smiled. “I know I must’ve said this a thousand times already,” John murmured, his voice still breathless, “but I love you, 1x.”

He leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to 1x1’s lips before whispering against them, “I love you so, so much.”

1x1’s heart swelled, the warmth in his chest nearly overwhelming. He captured John’s lips in another kiss, this time soft, slow, and lingering, before pulling back just enough to speak. “I love you just as much too… and I’ll say it more than a thousand times.”

A teasing glint flickered in his gaze as his hands traveled lower, settling against the curve of John’s ass. He gave a gentle squeeze, earning a scoff from his lover, who playfully rolled his eyes.

“How about we clean up?” John suggested, his voice lighter now, carrying that familiar teasing lilt. “Personally, I’d rather not have a bunch of cum inside of me when I go to sleep.”

1x1 chuckled, loosening his hold as John slowly sat up, adjusting himself as he moved off of him. The remnants of their shared pleasure still clung to them both, strings of cum leaving a sticky sheen against their skin.

John slid off the bed, stretching slightly before making his way toward the hotel room’s closet. 1x1 followed, his eyes tracing the curve of John’s spine as he moved, admiring the way the dim lighting traced over his skin.

John rummaged through the closet for a moment before pulling out two plush robes, the thick fabric soft beneath his fingertips. He turned, holding one up with a small smile before closing the closet doors and heading toward the bathroom. 1x1 trailed behind him, watching as John stepped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.

The bathroom was spacious, the marble countertops gleaming under the soft glow of a small light John turned on, luckily not blindingly bright. A large, deep bathtub sat against the far wall, its sleek porcelain surface inviting. Three neatly folded towels hung from a nearby bar, and the faint scent of vanilla and eucalyptus drifted through the air from the hotel’s provided toiletries.

John moved to the tub, turning the faucet and letting warm water begin to fill the basin. The steady stream echoed softly, the steam curling into the air, adding to the already cozy atmosphere of the room. 1x1 stood just behind John, watching as his husband tested the water temperature with his hand before pulling his hand back.

The sight of John—so relaxed, so naturally at ease—made something deep in 1x1’s chest tighten with affection. Without a second thought, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around John’s torso from behind and pressing himself close, resting his head against John’s shoulder. He breathed in the familiar scent of him and let his eyes flutter shut for a moment. The sensation of being this close, of holding him like this, was something he would never get tired of. He tilted his head slightly, placing a featherlight kiss on the side of John’s face, his lips brushing against his cheek.

John let out a quiet laugh, his body leaning slightly in 1x1’s arms, and the sound sent a gentle warmth blooming in 1x1’s chest. It was a laugh filled with love, with comfort. It was the kind of laugh that made him feel truly at home, even if this was a hotel bathroom.

After a moment, John turned in his embrace, their faces just inches apart. A playful glint danced in his eyes as he reached up, fingers threading into 1x1’s neatly tied-up hair. He worked at the ponytail carefully, tugging the hair tie and ribbon free, letting 1x1’s hair cascade down in loose waves. The silky strands slipped through John’s fingers as he pulled out the small pin as well, brushing a few stray locks away from 1x1’s face.

“There,” John murmured, his tone soft, admiring. “I like it better down.”

1x1 felt his face heat up, but before he could say anything, John stepped out of his grasp and turned toward the countertop, setting the hair accessories down neatly. He moved with a quiet grace, his presence filling the space effortlessly. Then, he turned back to the tub, reaching forward to twist the knobs and stop the water flow.

Without hesitation, John stepped into the tub, the water rippling around him as he sank down, sighing as the heat enveloped his body. He leaned back slightly, stretching out before glancing up at 1x1 with an outstretched hand and a small, inviting smile. 1x1 took his hand, stepping into the tub carefully. He settled down on John’s lap, his body fitting against him as naturally as if they had been made to be together.

John’s arms wrapped around him instinctively, drawing him close. His fingers found their way to 1x1’s face, tilting it slightly as he pressed a few light kisses against his cheek from behind, the warmth of his lips leaving a trail of lingering heat. His breath was soft, fanning gently against 1x1’s skin, and the touch sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

1x1 let out a quiet sigh, melting into John’s embrace. John’s hands moved again, trailing upward to 1x1’s now damp hair. He ran his fingers through it, combing through the strands with a tenderness that made 1x1’s heart ache in the best possible way.

“Your hair is so beautiful and soft…” John murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder would disturb the intimacy of the moment. He twirled a strand between his fingers, admiring the texture, the way it caught the dim light. “It’s so pretty long like this…”

1x1 felt warmth creep up his cheeks, grateful that John couldn’t see the flush spreading across his face. He let out a small chuckle, dipping his head back slightly. “Mmh… well, I know one of the first promises I’ll keep now that we’re married is to keep my hair long.”

He turned his head slightly to glance at John, his lips quirking up in amusement. “How about you promise to take me to get a trim this week? I have a few split ends I’d like to get cut off.”

John smiled at the suggestion, nodding immediately. “Then we’ll both have our first promises to each other that aren’t at the altar.”

1x1 hummed in agreement, feeling an odd sense of contentment at the thought. Their wedding vows had been profound, life-changing, but these small, everyday promises felt just as important.

“Of course I promise,” John followed up after realizing he never answered, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. “I’ll accept anything you ask me to do.”

Before 1x1 could respond, John leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, one that deepened as the warmth of the bath wrapped around them, sealing them in their own little world.

The bath was meant to be about getting clean, but in the end, it had turned into a series of gentle kisses. By the time they finally pulled away from each other and decided they had technically gotten clean, the water had cooled slightly, and the bathroom air was thick with steam, fogging the mirrors.

John was the first to stand, reaching for two towels from the nearby towel bar, unfolding one and handing it off to 1x1. 1x1 took the towel without a word, offering John a small, appreciative nod before turning his back to him. Droplets of water clung to his skin, shimmering under the soft glow of the light. He brought the towel up to his damp hair first, ruffling through the strands as he worked to dry them, squeezing out any lingering moisture. He could feel the water trailing down his spine in cool rivulets.

John, meanwhile, was just as methodical with his own towel, drying himself off with practiced ease. He stole a glance at 1x1 from the corner of his eye, watching the way his husband meticulously wrung out his long hair, fingers combing through the strands with familiarity. The sight of it made John smile softly to himself.

Once 1x1 finished, he draped the towel over the counter, reaching for one of the thick robes hanging nearby. He slipped it on, the soft fabric enveloping him in warmth, and tied it securely at his waist with a tug. When he turned, he saw that John had done the same, the sash of his robe tied neatly around his hips as he looked up at 1x1 with that familiar, playful glint in his eyes.

Before 1x1 could say anything, John turned and picked up the simple ribbon and hair tie that had been removed earlier. He held them delicately between his fingers before stepping toward 1x1 with a grin, eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Can I braid your hair?” John asked, his tone light yet hopeful.

1x1 blinked at him, caught off guard by the request. He tilted his head slightly, scratching the back of his neck. “...I suppose you can.” he answered, his voice slow with consideration.

He barely had time to register the way John’s face lit up before his husband practically sprinted out of the bathroom and over to the bed, leaving 1x1 standing there in mild disbelief. He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head as he muttered under his breath, “Curse me for falling so deeply in love with, and marrying, such a childish man…” But despite his exasperation, there was a fondness in his tone, an undeniable warmth behind his words.

1x1 turned off the bathroom light and slowly made his way over to the bed, finding John already seated, practically bouncing with anticipation for some reason. 1x1 climbed onto the mattress, sitting cross-legged in front of him as John eagerly reached for his hair.

John’s fingers were gentle as they raked through the damp strands, smoothing them out before carefully splitting them into three sections. The rhythmic movement of his hands was soothing, almost hypnotic, as he began weaving the sections together with the ribbon, carefully threading it through with each pass. The process was slow, unhurried, as if John was taking his time to savor the moment.

1x1 could feel the slight tug of each movement, but there was something oddly comforting about it. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to focus on the sensation of John’s fingers trailing through his hair, the warmth of his husband sitting so close, the quiet sound of fabric shifting as they moved in place. John worked in silence, his concentration evident in the way his hands moved with deliberate care.

Once satisfied, John flipped the completed braid over 1x1’s shoulder so he could see. The strands very loose, almost as if 1x1 were to slightly tug at the braid, it would fall apart. “All done!” he announced with a proud smile.

1x1 reached up, his fingers brushing against the loosely woven sections, feeling the soft glide of the ribbon interlaced throughout. His hair tie had been used to secure the end, keeping everything in place. It wasn’t the most intricate or refined braid, but there was something undeniably charming about it.

A smile tugged at 1x1’s lips. “You did great, dear,” he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss against John’s cheek. He could feel the way John beamed at the praise, the quiet hum of contentment that rumbled in his throat.

1x1 then turned his attention to the bed, reaching out to undo the covers, quickly slipping beneath them. The sheets were cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the lingering warmth against his skin. He settled in, sinking into the comfort of the mattress as John followed suit, slipping under the blankets beside him.

Without hesitation, 1x1 reached for John, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. He buried his face against John’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin radiating through the fabric of their robes. John responded instantly, his arms curling around 1x1, holding him just as tightly. His chin rested lightly atop 1x1’s head, and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat was a steady, grounding presence.

“Goodnight, my husband,” 1x1 mumbled sleepily against his chest, his voice muffled but affectionate.

John let out a soft chuckle, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to the top of 1x1’s head. “Sweet dreams, my lovely husband.”

A quiet snicker escaped 1x1 at John’s words. He tilted his head slightly, peering up at him with amused eyes. “You know, calling each other ‘husband’ doesn’t really have much of a ring to it…” he teased, his voice laced with drowsy warmth.

John hummed in thought, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he replied quietly. “Maybe not, but I think it suits us just fine.”

1x1 let out a small hum of agreement, nestling closer. His next words were softer, quieter, but they carried an undeniable weight. “I love you either way—whether our names sound good, or not—and I’m glad I got the chance to meet you. To have the chance to even be called your husband.”

For a moment, he waited, expecting some kind of response, but when he glanced up, he found John already fast asleep, his breathing slow and even, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber. A small, affectionate smile spread across 1x1’s lips as he sighed, tucking his head back into John’s embrace, allowing himself to simply exist in the moment.

It felt strange, falling asleep next to someone who was now his husband. It was a new kind of intimacy, a different kind of closeness, but it was comforting in a way he had never known before. The warmth of John’s arms, the gentle cadence of his breath, the steady heartbeat against his ear—it all felt so right.

And as his eyes slowly drifted shut, 1x1 knew, with absolute certainty, that he would never give any of this up.

Not this moment.

Not John.

Not for anything in the world.