❃Wait, Haven't We Done This Before?❃

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The text he received was adorably awkward. How could he turn down such a request? Well, he couldn't, therefore he wouldn't. Iris didn't even look very closely at the image of the letter. Beaux could have been inviting him to a root canal and he'd still show up. Unlike his ex-stripper beau, Iris seemed to lack the ability to feel embarrassment or anxiety about anything that wasn't being used to torture him in the sexy way. All he did was look forward to meeting with the silverette again, thrilled they had found each other again despite the circumstances of their reunion. As long as he ignored that his angel boy was in the organization he hated second only to the magic council, he was pleased as punch. The lavender haired man was an expert at ignoring whatever didn't serve him. Beaux held a very special place in Iris's heart, so there was any number of things he'd look over just for a few more moments with him. Even though the alien had been on Earthland for centuries, there were some aspects of humanity that eluded him. He was drawn to Beaux in a way he wasn't anyone else. Most would call it love, and perhaps it was. It had Iris acting in a completely different way than usual. Had he become monogamous? Absolutely not. That thought hadn't even occurred to him, nor would it probably ever. But there was a distinct difference between his purely lustful activities with everyone else and the emotional attachment he'd formed with the man he was meeting today.

As he approached the meeting spot, the man paused to drink in the sight of him. His heart skipped a beat and before he knew it, he was craving the man like a favorite snack. What a beautiful creature, even at a distance. A true testament to the human race's ability to harness aesthetics.

"General~" he purred, coming up to the left of the angel boy and then slipping in front of him. Though the young man was always a sight to behold, the cosmic being couldn't help but let his eyes fall to the rose the precious boy held. "Mmm, seems beautiful minds think alike," he smiled coyly, lifting this own petaled gift up for pale blue eyes to behold. Instead of it being a single rose, though, it was a woven ringlet of various white and light blue flowers that were in season. "A crown~ I hope you'll wear it for me...perhaps only it later~" he said devilishly, wickedly lustful eyes licking up the body that was just as perfect as he remembered and dreamed of. Beaux had guessed right before. Iris found he was wearing entirely too many clothes, but had also accepted that it was a human social construct he'd just have to deal with...while they were in public, anyway.

If Beaux would allow, Iris would waste no time placing his gift upon his head, possibly stealing a surprisingly innocent-seeming kiss on the cheek of his long-lost-lover. Make no mistake, the touchy-feely man wanted nothing more than to drape himself over the other male like a well-worn but stylish coat, but he was trying out a new thing: restraint. The dark mage was generally the one that wanted to be on the teasing end of this game, but again, Beaux changed things up for the currently-male shapeshifter. Beaux was different, therefore Iris was different with him. Iris wanted to torment and test the limits of his angelic partner during the day's festivities...speaking of, what were they doing today, anyway?

With a cheeky glance toward the Inn Beaux was stationed in front of, Iris grinned and tilted his head in a way where his light purple locks fell over one of two suggestive eyes. "My, aren't we forward? Our first proper date and you've already brought me to an inn? Whatever do you have planned for today~?"

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The cosmic being could feel Beaux's reserved nature around him, the unfamiliarity mixed with familiar memories that time had carried away. The blushing, the gasp at the kiss, that tantalizing shyness. Iris smirked, though. It was his job to break that reserved nature, but slowly. Respect was hardly something Iris considered, but he held something like it for this blushing man he was set on tormenting for the day. In all honesty, teasing aside, the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off. However, the usually masochistic male was feeling more sadistic in this angel's presence. Balancing restraint and torment would be his true task for the day, regardless of the job at hand.

Once he answered his question about the inn, Iris found himself laughing. It was a surprisingly pure laugh from someone who usually dealt more in all things suggestive. The stammering, the red ears beneath the pretty flower crown. It was positively adorable the way he got so flustered. In Iris's world, the people he interacted with hardly ever had the means to show embarrassment anymore. It was refreshing. He might not feel it himself, but watching it dance through Beaux's body was a delight. With the over-explanation over, his hand was claimed and the pair moved through the doors of the inn and to the counter.

Much like he'd glossed over the actual invitation Beaux had sent him, he likewise let his eyes wander as he stood just a bit behind the lawman while he conversed with whoever was at the counter. That was not to say Iris was doing nothing but zoning out. Of course, lilac hues took the chance to examine the pale-haired man's backside like an art connoisseur might an Old Master's piece in a museum. Exquisite. Beaux was a testament to the depths of beauty humanity could draw from.

The ire in his gaze was evident as a mere clipboard was expected to claim his attention instead of that beautiful butt. He took it with an impatient sigh, though he preferred to look at the one Beaux had. The supple lips of his lover pursed as he peered over angel boy's shoulder at the contract. Though neither of them spoke of it, he was also experiencing déjà vu powerful enough for him to look utterly bewildered, something both men shared. However, he remembered less about signing the thing back then and more about the perspective of this strange memory being much lower than it should be, almost as if he was laying on the floor...but not quite the floor since it seemed like it was lumpy. And warm...

Either way, he reluctantly took his chin from his date's shoulder and hastily signed his contract, tossing the clipboard back onto the counter with a noisy clack. Though Bob seemed annoyed by Iris's flippancy, nonetheless he grinned and clapped his hands. A gaggle of people poured out of the doors on each side of the counter, each claiming one of the boys and dragging them off in opposite directions. "Hey~ If you're gonna force me into something, at least be a little rougher~" Iris could be heard purring teasingly to his group just as he passed through the threshold and the door closed behind him.

Inside was absolute chaos. Of course, he was already heartachingly handsome and fashionable as always, so it seemed those in charge of designing his suit were having a hard time finding something that would do him justice. For a few long moments, he stood there in the middle of the room, stark naked and waiting. Had they told him to disrobe? No, but the cosmic being would hardly waste a chance to peacock his gloriously naked body. Besides, they were to dress him, so they needed a blank canvas!

After admiring himself in the mirror for a while, it seemed a consensus had been reached and a sassy young woman stepped forward. She looked him over closely one last time, blushing lightly as he met eyes with her and winked suggestively. If he hadn't been so focused on Beaux perhaps it'd have become much louder in the dressing room, but for how he behaved himself. She tapped a wand to his shoulder and an elegant tuxedo coated his form. The jacket was powder blue, the bow tie was a darker tint of the same shade, and the vest was black with gorgeous silver buttons, all on top of an expensive white button-up with gold buttons. The pants were a subtle gray plaid for a little dash of excitement, though they were actually too long and gathered at his ankles in a displeasing way. One of the attendants pointed it out, and with an exasperated sigh, the clothing designer mage stooped and tapped her wand to the extra fabric until it adjusted itself to the proper tailored length. Now that the pants were correct, his mirror-black shoes could gleam away in the overhead lights. As she stepped away, Iris examined himself in the mirror while the white gloves accessorizing each hand made it a point to add the flower Beaux had brought him to his lapel. "Oooh~ Honey, this is delicious," he grinned, giving his head the smallest toss so the violet locks could fall just so-so over one eye. "Thank you very much," he bowed, then headed for the door to the ceremony.

Walking through it revealed that the Silver Moon Inn's tavern was rearranged to accommodate the wedding. It was a more rustic approach, leaving all the wooden table tops uncovered with a simple floating candle in a tumbler glass on a burlap placemat at the center of each one. Gatherings of lilies of the valley were tied with twine and hung as if to dry on the mahogany pillars supporting the popular bar. More of the flowers draped from the mini pergola at the end of the white floor-runner that split the tables and their stools. The bar that would open for free drinks was on the far right wall with enough space in front of it for dancing, while a table had been set up on the left wall with a simple white cake. It was classy without being frilly, which Iris appreciated. Iris also appreciated the fact that it was in a bar at all. Soft music was being played on an acoustic guitar by the bartender, keeping the guests already seated at the tables happy until the festivities began. Once the musician saw him, the tune changed to one more official and Iris made his way down the aisle.

Taking his place before the bloom dripped pergola, he stood to wait with the officiant for his groom to meet him. There was no doubt in his mind that Beaux would be blushing and a sight to behold.

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When Iris saw Beaux, his mouth widened into a pure grin, genuinely happy to see him. He was a vision, but then again, he always was. To say he felt any extra sexual tension would imply he hadn't already been struggling with it from the instant he saw the angelic man today. Besides, he much preferred him in his birthday suit to anything else, which he was most looking forward to once all this was over with. However, as he walked under the strategically placed can lights above the aisle, he took notice of a shimmer on and around Beaux that was new. That hadn't been there before. He chuckled lightly to himself. With the white suit and the glimmering, he wondered if there was any way he could look more angelic other than growing his wings and expanding them like an eagle in flight as he made his way in much to the gasps and admiration of the guests.

His groom only got a few slow steps in before his heightened sense of smell caught it. It was enough to startle Iris. It had him swallowing hard as his brain tried to navigate what he was smelling. The tang of crisp sea breeze off of clear water, carrying with it a hint of salt and exotic driftwood. The air had been so pure back then, out in the middle of the ocean. So pure that even sunshine had a scent. Beaux somehow smelled like a picnic atop a cliff overlooking the vast sea, way back in time on a sunny day in Atlantis while it still stood proud and strong. He smelled like a freshly washed quilt on rolling hills of healthy grass. Like hand-churned butter on the day's first loaf of bread from the wood-fired oven. Like the long-extinct wildflowers that bloomed under the shade of an Atlantean willow.

By the time Beaux joined him at the pergola, tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. "Beaux?" he both asked and greeted in a breathy whisper, perplexed and thrilled by the perfume. How did he smell exactly like a lazy Saturday in a country that didn't exist anymore and hadn't for, what, hundreds if not thousands of years? Eyes previously wide with stunned wonder suddenly filled with such stout longing that it was only by a miracle that Iris didn't take Beaux in front of the gods and everybody. "Beaux..." he said more firmly, almost like a warning. Desire pooled in his gut like magma, scorching and heavy. His breathing grew husky for a few moments as he took Beaux's hands, finding himself more attracted to the man than he'd ever been to anyone else in his long life. The lavenderette sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a little bite, trying to get himself under control. He wasn't sure how long it would work. Yeah, okay, it didn't work at all. He pulled one of the hands he clasped up toward his face, lowering his lips to place a lingering kiss on the back of Beaux's hand, hoping to pacify himself. The female officiant seemed hell-bent on drawing this out, speaking supposed truths about love and going into some sort of historic story for dramatic effect. Iris was having none of it. "Hurry it up, would you~?" he purred, though it was an impatient sound more than it was flirty. His violet eyes never left Beaux's face and the scent only grew stronger now that he was up so close. What had they sprayed him with? Iris-nip? He let out a shaking breath through his nose, clearly starting to lose the battle with his self-control, a virtue Iris had never had a strong grasp on to begin with.

Thankfully the woman seemed to get the thinly veiled hint and started to speak quicker, leaving out the bits that weren't important. Iris couldn't hear them anyway. His heart was pumping his version of blood through his veins so quickly that it was roaring in his ears. He felt dizzy, almost like he was drunk, though it had been at least an hour or two since his last sip. The tension was agonizing, which as anyone who knew Iris knew, it only fueled his desires more if he was tortured in any way. She barely spoke the words "you may kiss" before Iris was upon Beaux, planning on doing just that. So much for teasing the angel and letting him come around on his own. The cosmic being barely got the veil out of the way before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

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It was true, Iris wasn't his normal self. The scent had taken him back to a time very long ago, when he'd been a bit different than he was now. He'd been himself. In his time on Atlantis, he'd become one of their people. His own kind had been viewed as deities since they had quite literally descended from the heavens and some had truly taken advantage of the role to demand the peoples' obedience and worship. Others integrated more fully and aided the island folk. He and his family unit had taken a shine to the people more as equals, wanting to share their advanced knowledge of magic and technology, while the others wanted to clutch their secrets to keep their power and thus their godhood. In the end, it had been the 'gods' that destroyed such a beautiful people, basically due to a divide and civil war among the star people. It'd been such a beautiful place. That was merely the first sign of things to come concerning his own species. If only he knew then what he knew now.

While Iris's grasp on his original personality was nothing more than black and white notions of fact, his memories of the place he was smelling were plenty vivid. In human physiology, scent was often the most strongly linked sense to memory, and since he'd adapted himself to be as close to human as he could get, it seemed it would ring true for Iris as well. The Iris that remembered Atlantis was untainted by the hardships he'd endured over so much time. He'd not yet learned of treachery. There were only days filled with laughter and picnics. Days spent exploring and teaching humans to use magic and adapt technologies to daily life. So many days spent in the sun, hair damp with ocean spray and dried by the dependable breezes. This was where he'd fallen so in love with humanity. This is where he learned love in general. Iris smelled love on Beaux.

The world around Iris had faded into a static white. He and Beaux might as well existed outside of time and space, for all he cared. Tasting Beaux, although familiar, was thrilling. He couldn't get enough. His passion was indeed a volcano, one that set them ablaze at the slightest touch. It was as if both of them were completely engulfed and only seemed to intensify as their bodies collided as if to smother it, or perhaps grow it. The cosmic being hardly noticed when Beaux pitched him forward, dragging him down to the floor with him. If anything, it was a convenience. It was much easier to get hands where he wanted them when balance wasn't a factor anymore. Earthland just had to have gravity...

Gravity had taken some getting used to back on Atlantis at first. As the two tangled feverishly on the floor, guests ignored, Iris might as well been back in those days. The hardwood floor was pillowy grass. He breathed in sunshine, in the rare moments he allowed both of them to inhale. Lustful beyond belief, yes, but his kisses had bizarre desperation in them that the never held. As if Beaux would slip right through his hands within seconds and he had to get his last sip of him to last him the rest of his eternal life. The angel stole his lips away, but Iris merely redirected his kisses to his cheeks, beginning to trail down toward his neck when his lover wriggled free of him.

Brought out of his reprieve as if cold water had been thrown on him, he shoved back onto his knees, but sorta sat back on his haunches in stunned silence, disturbed only by his ragged breathing. It wasn't like him to get lost like that. Blinking quickly, his brows furrowed. The flashes of panic and even frustration rippled under his skin, but unlike earlier, he dared not look at the beautiful silverette. Why was he terrified the man would disappear? Was it because he'd lost him once? While that wasn't necessarily wrong, that wasn't quite it. It still had to do with that smell and his flashbacks to his old home. Was he terrified of losing what felt like his last grasp on something he thought he'd lost so long ago, something that meant so much to him? He swallowed hard.

Iris delayed his getting up even as the hand was extended to him, choosing instead to remain crouched there with his back to the crowd, face angled toward the floor and covered with one hand. He had to calm down...in more than one way. The disheveled man tried to cover his discomfort by pretending to fix his socks. "Mmm, give me a moment, Love~..." he muttered, clearly in no shape to get to his feet and turn toward a room full of guests. If they'd been uncomfortable at the sight of them making out, the definitely wouldn't have been able to handle the girth of this scenario. However, after a few long moments, he took the offered help and rose to his feet, though his strange behavior continued. He stood a bit off from Beaux as he continued with the ceremony, subdued. Quiet. His mind was elsewhere, even though he watched his white-suited faux-spouse reluctantly toss the bouquet he'd so admired. It exploded with a flourish in the air. Very stylish. He felt detached from it, though. Maybe he was hungover from his trip down memory lane or disappointed by the distance between him and Beaux. This tavern, dripping with crystals and flowers, had nothing on the vivid place his mind had just been. It was as if everything in the room had lost its color except for his fake-betrothed.

At least the wilted Iris revived when his lover returned, taking his hand as they moved into the afterparty for this strange event. Normally this would be where Iris would launch into some in-depth examination of what he considered to be a strange human celebration of monogamy, which he would present with not one drop of missing distaste or confusion. The whole concept was lost on the spaceman, but right now he wasn't even in the mindset to embark on that debate. He simply went along with the beautiful man, gazing at him with fondness, trying to adjust to the glimmering perfume that threatened to drag him right back into the predicament he'd been in earlier. There was no safety in going noseblind for this. At least Beaux's question offered him something of a distraction, though alcohol would have worked much better. "Déjà vu?" Iris asked, cocking his head to the side enough for the lavender locks to sway from his other eye, offering a somewhat rare, unencumbered glimpse of both eyes at once. "Perhaps we should fall back to the floor again, see if it jogs any memories loose~" he joked, but memories had already started percolating behind his lilac hues, and again he fell quiet for a long moment after.

Oh hey, now that he mentioned it... it smacked him in the face so hard that visibly jolted. Two drunkards meeting by chance, reunited and sharing a fake marriage to test out a marriage system as well as deliver chocolates. He hadn't wanted to get off the floor. He'd wanted to strip him down to that lovely milky skin right there in the warehouse, and had certainly tried. "Oh..Oh!" he exclaimed, finally breaking into one of his normal grins. "You know, I think you're right~ The feather!" Iris declared suddenly, reaching vaguely to the left to access his little pocket dimension. He pulled out a lovely ebony feather, twirling it in his fingers. There had been unexpected fighting last time, but he wasn't super clear why. "Last Valentine's I got this, but I didn't remember why or how at the time~ Now it makes sense...Do you realize we had an encounter a whole year ago and both of us forgot? I looked for you like this was Cinderella's slipper."

At first, he seemed amused, taking it in stride as a funny happenstance, but the more he thought about it, the more bothered he became. Suddenly a being with literally all the time in the world was pissed that they'd lost so much of it. "We could have been together all this time..." he said, pulling Beaux's hand and thus the body attached to it closer to him once more. The ocular mage gazed down into those perfect, icy hues in consternation. He'd lost more than just a year with this man, but somehow it stung more knowing he'd had him in his arms just a year ago for a fleeting amount of time, but had managed to let him slip away again. Was that part of why he'd felt so desperate to hold onto him earlier? "I could have had a whole year of making you happy," Iris said quietly, surprising even himself. It wasn't like him to put others' feelings and enjoyment above his own.

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"I love it when you say my name," he whispered in a tone surprisingly void of the suggestive flirty purr considering how easily the phrase would lend itself to it. He curled the angelic boy into his arms, mindful of the wings on his back. One hand cradled the back of his head, leafing through short silvery locks. Iris hated to see Beaux cry. The tears were bothersome, but the space boy was more than aware of why they were falling. He felt something very similar, though it took more than this to coax tears out of him. Just a little over a month ago he'd had something of an emotional meltdown over the frustration he felt concerning the only two people he'd ever managed to form this type of bond with. Being unsuccessful in finding Beaux had worn on him over time, and here he'd had him briefly just a year ago and was too drunk to remember. Granted, that was the whole point of being drunk as much as he was, so he couldn't get too angry. If he couldn't remember or couldn't care, there was no way to suffer. It was just unfortunate that the one time he'd run into the person he sought he had needed to get blind wasted...

He swayed to and fro gently as he held his temporary groom, humming some sort of quirky tune he hoped would bring comfort. After a short time, though, the humming stopped so he could speak. "Mmm, there isn't much good in mourning what could have been, now is there, love~?" he asked, hoping to steer their gloomy moods into more happier times. Perhaps if he'd known what Beaux had been through in the last year, he'd have thought differently, but for now, he just wanted to move on. "We have each other now and aren't drunk...Well, I'm a little drunk, but not memory-obliterating hammered..." Iris chuckled. The cosmic dust might not have a lot against lying, but there was no sense in fibbing about being sober. If he could help it he was never sober. If not for Hidden Blades requiring so much focus and perfection, he'd never be without a few drinks in his system.

"Should we dance? Should we eat cake?" the violette asked, swaying a little extra in a silly way. His hands moved to the angel's waist, giving it a squeeze. With any luck, he could salvage their faux-wedding. "What will make Beaux smile? Hmm~" wondered the man in a sing-song voice, expression thoughtful, "Perhaps I should find what perfume you have on and see if that will brighten your face? Then maybe I'll be rewarded with kisses?"


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Glad that his temporary husband was feeling better now, Iris merely smiled back at his face as he watched it speak and slowly brighten as moments slipped past. In truth, the nostalgic scent was still quite strong in his nose from proximity, and it was all he could do to hold himself back. Iris wasn't the type of creature to hold back from what he wanted, and before joining Hidden Blades, there was no way in hell's nine rings he'd have entertained the notion of restraint. But with his change in employment came the near-constant state of self-denial and discipline, which, much to his growing chagrin, was seeping into his off-hours. The cosmic dust didn't even realize that that wasn't the only reason he was letting Beaux lead him to a cake instead of to a bedroom, reasonably content to munch on sweets with the angel boy. Subconsciously Iris was mindful of Beaux and his feelings. He was actually considerate of the silverette, unlike most he played with any other time. Beaux wasn't just a good time, but someone he cared deeply about.

Considerate and restrained, but not innocent. Once they were at the cake, Iris immediately saw a way to get himself more physical attention from the man, or at least he hoped. He cut them both a slice, seeming normal at first. However, seconds later, he had smeared a little of it around his mouth and held a nice, big chunk in his mouth. He turned toward Beaux, raising his brows suggestively. He'd been serious about being rewarded with kisses, and not just normal pecks. His invitation for the angel to take the cake sticking out of his mouth and clean up his face was obvious enough, right? If he had his way, they'd eat all their desserts off each other. Who needed forks and plates?

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As his eyes locked with the angel's, they widened just the slightest as it dawned on him what his lover was doing. This was very un-Beaux-like, but he loved it. The disappointment over not getting exactly what he wanted was, of course, even more exciting for the masochist. Beaux had the nerve to deny him what he wanted. Now he wanted it even more. He wanted to splay the pretty man onto the dessert table and just make an unholy mess of the whole thing. The fire flaring in his core demanded it, and he very nearly did it. But he didn't.

"....Hnnng...." Iris groaned softly, turning as well and bending at his middle to place his hands on his table for support. How dare that angel boy tease him this way? He knew he liked it. And hated it. Which made him like it more. He wasn't sure at what point his entire top half of his body became bare. It was just a natural response to begin stripping, but he did manage to stop before he became an embarrassment to Beaux. That's not to say he didn't want to just say 'screw it' and embarrass him anyway, or that he never would do such a thing, but if there was anyone on this silly marble that he cared about the thoughts and emotions of, it was this silver haired man at the dessert table thinking he'd pulled off a successful and risk free tease. The aforementioned volcano ready to erupt was inching ever so closer to blowing his top. Maybe that's why his 'top' was gone.

Fingers dug into the decorative burlap for a moment or two while he tried to compose himself. Tried and failed. When he turned again, he closed the distance and wrapped his needy self around Beaux from behind, trailing kisses down one side of his neck as far as he could while the other man was still clothed. Iris's body was quite warm to the touch, made even more obvious as he rested his forehead on the younger man's shoulder. "You can't start that and leave it~," he warned with a soft whine, body going still. He didn't trust himself to move anymore. "When can we go somewhere else? Is there something here we have to do here...? How long will you torture~ me, handsome?"


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Oh yea, Iris was long gone. As soon as Beaux said to grab the cake and meet him in the lobby, the shirtless man was gone like a streak. No one loved a good party like he did, but he was in no shape to be in a crowd without getting arrested for indecent exposure.

He didn't obey entirely, though. Iris was not one known for waiting. He'd paused briefly in the lobby, getting curious glances from the lady at the check-in desk since he was standing there half-naked with two plates of cake in each hand. His lavender head turned to look at her, a thoughtfulness in his exceptionally devious face. "A room, please," he said suddenly, walking closer and placing the cake down. "A nice one with a huge, soft bed. No one booked on either side...for their convenience, I assure you. Perhaps on an empty floor..." Iris mused, his mind going down a very amorous and very loud rabbit trail. Shaking himself out of it before he could embarrass the poor woman with his obvious arousal. Honestly, it was too late. What he had in mind was clear enough, and after he signed and paid, he left her blushing there while he scampered up the stairs two at a time. She'd been instructed to tell the silver-haired man which room to meet him in as soon as she saw him. Hopefully, Beaux would come. It'd be sad if he didn't.

Presuming that Beaux would, in fact, grace him with his sexy presence, Iris got to work. Perching in the middle of the giant bed of cushy white linens, he posed himself into an invitingly sexy position, leaving his pants on for the simple fun of taking them off, but otherwise covering erogenous portions of his skin with cake and icing from one of the plates. Let Beaux dare to tease him now.

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