[littl3chocobo]

they were already a third of the way downstairs before he halted the other and furrowing his brows refused to go any further, "you aren't getting the dress?"

[Poggio]

He paused and looked at Zosa. One brow raised its self as he looked down the stairs wanting to continue on his way. "Zosa, you have already ordered a tux and dress for us, there is no need for the dress. I am sure the tux will look nicer and your family will like it."

[littl3chocobo]

the words left him conflicted but he could see how miserable felix was about this and his own feelings were pushed to the side, "the dress you found looks like a dream and i would not mind wearing someone else's discards if it meant you were even an iota happier for it"

[Poggio]

His hand shifted so that it could bring Zosa closer. "I would not ask that of you. But I also do not think you look so dashing in cream, especially with a cumber-bun and tie, it is too overwhelming for you and clashes with green. Besides, we can not have the great gargin laughed at, that is something not even I do." He stopped pulling Zosa and let his lips come to rest on the elevated chest. "I will be fair and see this dress your maker has."

[littl3chocobo]

"no." wrapping his arms around felix's head he tipped his face from it's novel position to lean down and kiss, "nothing a tailor could make would be as beautiful as what i have already seen. i want to kiss you in that dress"

[Poggio]

"Then kiss me now" He said.

[littl3chocobo]

saying nothing he did and did not fight as he was pulled down to sit while felix slithered on top of him. only the sould of people walking below and the cool draft coming up the stairs kept him clothed though it did little to stop his hands and when his mouth found words they were heavy with want, "there are- -too many people..."

[Poggio]

He did not stop the kiss until he could hear a stray pair of steps ascending towards them. "Lets get the dress, the tux and... I will make a roast for dinner tonight."

[littl3chocobo]

nodding he lt himself be dragged back up the stairs and with no more than the most cursory of looks grabbed the dress and quickly paid. hurrying back downstairs they tumbled back into the car and tried not to get carried away as they were taken to the tailor's

[Poggio]

Not even greek could save them, and in the end their driver turned around to point out they had been parked for nearly five minutes. Once inside they had no time for desire as they were bombarded by a fleet of penguins trying to style them both up. He stood close until they were taken apart by the tailors. His dress was taken in with much brown noising, but it was worth it to see Zosa. It was a vast change from the grey sweats and shirts that clung off the body and fit his frame well. The professor let his hands fall around the fabric and his head droop on the others shoulder staring in the tri-mirror. The feeling from the stairs hit him again and his lips sank under the collar briefly.

[littl3chocobo]

between the pins in his half-stitched suit and the multitude of eyes he was tempted to tell felix to stop but the sheer joy of the moment was enough he only gave a frown which turned quickly enough into a stupid grin before chattering men pulled them apart and his suit could finish being sized

[Poggio]

For the amount of money they paid the tailors promised to be swift. Their driver was more then happy to take them home. They made it behind closed doors, then he locked his fingers around Zosas shirt finding the lips again.

[littl3chocobo]

he grew itchy again in the car with lingering fingers and suggestive looks. following along he was dragged inside though they did not make it farther than the bottom of the stairs before they tipped and quickly finding strong legs around his waist he jammed his hands up the thin coat and shirt to find warm skin

[Poggio]

Cold fingers warmed by his torso, hot kisses and the feeling of wood on his back. His fingers curled around the heavy shoulders, lapping up the dream of taking the wonderful tux off in their honeymoon bed. Their dance shook the wall frames that decorated the house before they rolled over on to the couch, emptying out their lust from before. He left Zosa in a daze and his clothes by the coffee table, in favor of a stiff walk towards the kitchen and the roast that was promised.

(Apron only)

[littl3chocobo]

(lordy, i see this being the week of zosa XD i wonder if getting married will make him more regular or if this was a fluke, either way what a boost to the ego hahahahaha)


he remained where he was left until the smell of cooking roused him from his well-earned basking and rising from the haphazard pile felix left him in he cleaned up what he could and gathered up the discarded clothing. once that was done he sauntered into the kitchen to see what was being made

[Poggio]

The professor had just started to measure out the ingredients for a sauce when Zosa came sauntering in. He noticed that Zosa seemed to have developed a particular dazed face as of late. Raising one eyebrow he turned towards the sink and washed his hands free of the rub before finding a spoon and dipping it in the sauce to let the other taste.