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It makes him laugh. He hasn't laughed so easily in a while. Giddy, even. Ethan makes him giddy.

"Yes dear," murmuring back against his lips.

He isn't expecting sex, they are strangers after all and it seems like an unrealistic expectation but if Ethan wants to he also won't say no.

This is enough, though. Kissing and exploring is perfect. Pressing against him, nimble fingers looking to rid them of their shirts. At least get them open so they can touch.

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Their lips touch again and it’s electric, jolting through, sending little shocks of need and want and hope down his spine, looking in his belly. It makes his cock twitch.

He drops his hands to fumble with Francis’s shirt, fingers plucking at the buttons, easing it off over his shoulders. This is a good idea, he wants to feel you.

“I’m cold,” he warns, a little hesitant. Francis probably knows, but it’s polite to warn. Some people don’t like fucking someone who’s ice cold. Granted, he’s a little warmer now because of all he’s had to drink, but he’s still cold to the touch, skin like marble.

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"I don't mind."

He's quite used to it, in fact. Francis himself is cold blooded and so he would be better suited to a warm creature like a wolf, but he has ways of overcoming this.

Which reminds him.

"I have a marvelous invention that will sort that," as he pulls back to remove his cufflinks, bendoing over the side of the bed to click a little switch and come back. Cofflinks out. Shirt off and neatly folded before setting to the side.

It will take a moment but the bed will begin to warm. An electric mattress cover. Oh yes.

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He watches him fold the shirt in amusement, because it’s all very meticulous and cute.

“You’ve thought of everything, huh,” he says. His shirt is just... tossed on the floor by his shoes but he’s wondering if he should get up and fold it.

Yeah maybe he should. Don’t just throw your shit Ethan, you savage.

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"I'm cold blooded," Francis answers simply, no, no don't get up where- oh.

Well isn't that sweet. And terribly amusing.

You are a very quick study, aren't you darling. He'll have you trained in no time at all. And you wil spend your life in such bliss by his side. He promises you that.

"Trousers?"

Or is that too daring?

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That earns Francis a curious look from where Ethan is standing and folding his shirt, because... what are you?

He doesn’t push it, though. Francis declined to answer and that’s that. Subject dropped. You look human enough and taste amazing and kiss him senseless, it’s all good.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah-“

He drops his hands to fumble with his belt, pull it free and wind it up. See how fast he learns? His slacks come off next and he folds them just as carefully and sets all of his stuff in a nest little pile. Now he’s just left in red silk boxers and socks, which he looks at, hesitant because fucking with socks on is usually frowned on, right?

After a quick internal deliberation, he’ll lean over and take those off, too.

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It could also be metaphor. He could just be one of those people who are always cold. Not dwell on it too much.

Franny isn't, he's stripping and watching Ethan do the same and enjoying every damn moment of it.

He appraises his husband for a moment, warm and dreamy, and then reaches out for him. Francis in his own soft, black border briefs.

Take his hand. Be guided into a little twirl.

"You are exquisite."

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He laughs, a little self conscious as he moves, guided by warm hands.

“I dunno about all that. But thanks. You’re pretty hot yourself.”

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"Thank you. Grew it all, myself." Playful as he pulls Ethan into a kiss and brings him back to bed.

Lay and roll together. Kiss and touch and grind.

"You really are exquisite," after a while. He's been thinking about it.

"Inside and out. You will consume melt every waking thought. And my every dreaming moment."

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Take him to bed, Francis, pull him in until they’re skin to skin, tangled up together.

He presses his face into Francis’s chest, closing his eyes, a little overwhelmed - in the best way.

“Really..? You think?” It feels so fucking good to hear.

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"Oh I know so," Francis answers with a soft purr as he cards his nails over Ethan's scalp. He is weak in matters of the heart and he can feel himself already heading that way.

Terrifying but a relief. He was afraid Ethan might not like him. May be indignant to the situation. May resist.

Event though Francis is designed to reflect a person's perfect mate in looks that doesn't always get him far enough.

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He melts a little under those fingers, shifting to press close, tipping his face up to watch his husband. Francis is equally exquisite, if you ask Ethan - soft but sharp in the right places. Striking green eyes that seem to see right through to his bones.

"I think it'll be really easy to love you."

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"And I, you." a soft murmur.

If he has learned anything in his long, painful life, it is that despite best efforts he can not make someone love him. It has to be given freely.

"You have no obligation to.. but it would make me very happy."

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You've sure tried, dragon. You've sure tried.

"Same. You don't have any obligation to me. But man...it would be pretty nice."

He likes this, being pressed to his husband, feeling blood pump in his veins, listening to his heartbeat, the rhythm of his voice. He likes looking at him, talking to him, getting to know him. He likes warm skin under his hand as he passes it over his husbands belly, tracing over his skin, fingertips light to the touch, gentle in his caress. He'll map every plane and muscle, work his way up to brush over nipples before dropping back down to rest a palm just at the seam of his underwear.

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It's lovely to be touched that way. To be explored. It pulls a thread of exhilaration into Francis' body. Hi nopples pebble under the icy touch. His hips move forward slightly under the suggestion from Ethan's hand.

Yes, please. He'd like that very much. And you'll find whatever it is your lust desires most. That's how he works.

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He's not sure he should push his luck right now, but between the alcohol and the pheromones and the heat in his belly, Ethan can't help himself. Slowly, carefully, he'll pass his hand over the top of the briefs, feeling the bulge, gauging what he's working with.

Not too huge, but not tiny, either. Just right. Perfect, even.

"Is this okay?" He's trying not to push his luck - he just wants to explore.

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"Very," Francis murmurs back, stirred to attention under Ethan's touch. He half wonders what surprise there is to find between his legs this time, not daring to tell his husband that his appearance is at Ethan's whim.

Maybe later. There is some fun to be had in that regard but it's a lot.to take on immediately.

He pushes himself further into Ethan's hand.

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Well. It's nothing crazy. He was expecting a cock and that's what he's getting. Ethan's been with men and women in his time, but when he marries a man..

He expects a dick.

"Good. I don't want to overstep." It doesn't seem like that's the case though, when Francis lifts his hips and presses himself into Ethan's hand. He gently palms him, feeling him, tracing his fingers over the fabric before toying with the waistband.

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"Well it is our wedding night. We could make sure we're compatible. If sex is important to you. It isn't to everyone."

And he has no plans to force himself on someone who doesn't want it. Feels worth asking.

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"I mean..." he pulls his hand away, concerned he's doing something Francis doesn't like. "I like it, I guess. I don't go seeking it out or anything like some people do. It's nice to connect with someone but I don't need it. Are you ace or something?"

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"I'm not. But you might have been."

Hence asking. But he can see how that could have been interpreted as a veiled confession.

Francis takes Ethan's hand and guides it back down, under his boxers to his warm, hard cock.

"Don't be mistaken, I would very gladly fuck you through this mattress~"

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"I'm not."

Truthfully, Ethan probably is on the ace spectrum, in some capacity. Maybe grey. Maybe demi. Labels aren't really something he's spent a lot of time deliberating because in truth, it's never mattered. He's had significant others, he's had sex and he enjoys having it. So whatever that is...

That's what he is. Or something.

He flushes, cheeks coloring again as he wraps his hand around that nice, thick cock.

"I'd let you."

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A pleased noise and Francis grins, moving to roll and climb on top of his husband. Dip in close and lap at his lips before gently nipping. Claiming. Well in that case~

You lovely, vanilla creature. He is going to corrupt you to your core.

A few tugs gets their underwear off and out of the way, and Francis takes in the sight. He's beautiful.

"What do you like best when a lover touches you?" A very personal question as he sinks down to trace kisses along Ethan's inner thigh.

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He is painfully vanilla, malleable clay, ready for shaping, spread bare on the bed all for Francis to peruse. He's hard, watching Francis with anticipation, curious and nervous because he is naked as the day he was born.

"Uh," he tries, watching Francis, reaching to brush his fingers through his hair. "I...don't know."

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It's a difficult question to answer, he knows.

"No? Not at all?" Replacing his kisses with warm tongue before pressing his teeth into soft, vulnerable flesh. Just a little. He won't bite, certainly not to pierce.

His hand roams over Ethan's hip and then down to wrap around his cock.

"I like," pulling back enough to speak, lips vibrating against his skin.

"Trying new things. Feeling safe enough to try new things."