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It was too bad they could not get things shipped from the lunar surface fast enough for their plans. He felt an odd happiness that he had not felt before. Leaving Zosa to his business he went downstairs to cook or something with his hands that could be done.

he ended up passing the entire night by while he typed searched ordered and set everything up and when morning came around felix left him to make food and he was left alone until the smell of sausage and eggs pulled him away downstairs

The sunny side turned into scrambled as the professor, flipped and stirred thinking of what was coming up. Lost, he did not hear Zosa until the man was sniffing over the frying pans and it was then he realized that the sausage underside had turned black. "Good morning" He said offering up a sacrificial piece of meat.

the greasy bite was taken gratefully and with slick lips he kissed the pale neck, "you were taking on a golden color in greece where you were not burned felix, now you are as pale as you were on mars. i don't know which color is more beautiful on you." softly he nuzzled against the short curling soft tendrils of hair that lay at the other man's neck, "...either way, you will look virtually ethereal in a cream or pastel"

The sausage fell back into and again the professor tried to turn it over before giving up completely and turning to kiss his soon to be husband. "And you in greens, greens like the earth." Twisting his forehead pressed against the crop of Zosa's hair and one of his hands idly reached up to stroke the long locks.

pog;
he was filled with the warmth of love, burnt sausage, and the usual sticky mess that came with a good breakfast. once he and zosa were clean they found the grandson waiting outside. anxiously he twisted the absent space on his finger, it nearly matched his darkening skin. it took them, or so it seemed, longer to reach the city and longer even than that to get where the professor wanted to go than usual. as they found themselves at another stoplight the professor turned to zosa, as he leaned for another kiss he caught a glimpse of pastel. pushing zosa towards the window he pointed at the quaint little shop, "one stop?"

cho;
full from breakfast and more than a little pleased that he managed to satisfy felix not once but twice he felt content enough that when felix, in the middle of the drive to get their wedding garb no less, wanted to stop and go shopping he was felt indulgent and comfortable enough not to mind the delay and in his butchered russian he asked their driver to stop so they could look and see whatever it was that caught felix's eye

pog;
hand in hand he led zosa up the old stairs. the found a second-hand russian clothes shop with his beaming lover, never letting go he made his way to the yellows he saw outside the window. it was not a tux like he thought but the soft color matched the yellow kale zosa had found. plucking the dress from it's home he pressed it close to his chest as his mother came to mind. letting go e curled a solitary finger under his chin, "may i be the bride?"

cho;
softly he smiled and giving a nod stepped forward to press their lips together

pog;
there was a smile to meet zosa's. his kiss fell on the man's forehead as well and for a moment he held zosa, "we need to find you something as well"

cho;
he nodded again but as he looked around he realized that all of the clothes, and the shoes and hats and such now that he finally noticed them, were all well-worn and old. he kept the smile though he did not feel it anymore and saying nothing let felix lead them around and hoped the thought would be an idle one


pog;
the professor's smile never seemed to drop. grabbing zosa by the hands he smashed the fabric between them as their bodies were brought to a haphazard little kiss. he pulled zosa into a ring of clothes and did not stop until his hands were on zosa's thighs, "help me make sure it fits?"

cho;
a thrill went through him though it was as much at the thought of getting caught as getting to touch. taking the hands from his thighs he pulled them behind him and tipped up his head to take several more kisses, "<this is not a place for that felix, i don't wish to get kicked out before you can get your dress>"

The professor simply let his finger work while he distracted Zosa with kisses. Before long he separated their faces with the fabric of his shirt and slipped the cream dress over his head. Once he had the dress on he shimmied out of his pants and emerged from the ring of clothes to show the dress to Zosa.

he could not help but feel a little bit cheated as the other slipped free and hastily grabbing the man's things he came out as well before giving a smile, "it is almost a prefect fit"

Twisting in the arms, he gave Zosa a kiss one that was deepening with every moment. <"if it is too loose then help me make it fit."> He nudged the other back towards the clothes.

the stilted speech was even more garbled by the wonton tone and though he knew better he wondered if he could have possibly misheard, "...th-th-the dress, felix?"

He leaned intowards the ear and whispered in sweet breathes. "<It comes off.>" He could feel the boy faltering and the soft mumbling wondering if it was easier to hike up, when there was a firm no. Shaking his head he broke away twisting in the dress. "Well it fits, perhaps could use a wash." Silently he let something else catch his attention and held the shirt to Zosa's chest.

he was surprised he could muster the refusal at all let alone convince felix to stop but as the other pulled away and he was allowed to breath he understood that he had done something he would both regret and be grateful for he fell silent and complacently followed behind for the rest of the search

He shook his head as he continued to walk through the racks of clothing. Eventually disappearing into one of the dusty racks. He felt he had found something perfect for Zosa to wear to the wedding. Digging through he pulled out a tuxedo top in a similar color to that of his dress.

he felt trepidation when after a few minutes felix became lost once more and his feelings of unease were confirmed when the man came out with a jacket of the same color as the dress. finding his ability to stand up for himself gone he was made to take the coat and try it on. to his credit it did not fit and trying not to seem too grateful he eased the burden just a little with his words, "i can have the tux people change my order to fit to your dress since we are on our way there already"

Hearing the words he put the tux back on the rack and returned to the clothing ring where his shirt was. He changed into his normal clothing. Taking Zosa by the hand he led him back downstairs to the car. "Lets go get the ring Zosa."