This isnprobably my fave chapter of undici to be honest I love it a lottttt it's the perfect mixture of gender ambiguity, ing adorableness and just really nice . Ngl I think abt hojoon in his wedding night get up a lot so,,,,, ENJOY!!

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Hojoon forgot how stressful planning a wedding was. It had been ten years since he even had to think about anything like this. And last time he didn't have eleven loud, and dare he say, annoying kids to factor in. 

He sighed to himself as he looked over the scraps of paper he was trying to craft into a moodboard. He had too many ideas and only one wedding to plan. 

"Hey, baby, what you doin- Woah." Sangdo stopped as he noticed the piles of magazines and ripped out pages and fabric swatches that covered their dining table. "What's all this?"

"A wedding moodboard."

"You realise this is just a vow renewal, right?"

Hojoon's jaw dropped. Just a vow renewal? For him this was just as big as their first wedding. Their kids were going to be there. The most important people in their lives were going to see them say 'I do' to one another. This was a huge deal for him. It had to be perfect.

"It's more than that, Sangdo. All of our babies are gonna be involved, this is so much bigger than the first time. I want to make sure they enjoy it as much as we do."

"Hojoon, we could do it in the back garden and they would be happy. All they care about is that we love each other and we want to share it with them."

Hojoon twisted his nose, Sangdo was right, he usually was. Maybe it was him that wanted the extravagant wedding and he was just using the kids as an excuse. Their first wedding was pretty low key since they were saving for the surrogacy. At the time it seemed pointless spending loads on a glorified party when they wanted to start a family of their own. But now, they had more than enough money to be able to go all out. 

"Well, maybe I want all of this stuff." He admitted sheepishly, pouting up at the younger. "Oh, come on; don't tell me you've never wanted a big, flashy wedding."

Sangdo blinked. "I've never wanted a big, flashy wedding."

Hojoon's pout deepened. "But look!" He dug out a brochure for some stately home. "This place is so pretty. Imagine it; us, looking into each other's eyes lovingly while an entire room of people watch. Our friends, family, the kids in the front row, obviously. We can turn up in those fancy old cars you like. Or you can, I'll have a horse and carriage like a princess." Sangdo rolled his eyes as Hojoon dreamily stared off into the distance. "All the kids in little matching suits, oh my god, they're gonna look so cute. Like, a ten-tier cake."

"Hojoon." He cut the blonde off before the blonde got even more lost in his fantasies. "Is this really all necessary? We don't need all this stuff to prove we love one another."

"I know we don't, but it would be nice. Our last wedding was so budget, and, as much as I loved it, we can do so much more this time." The corners of his lips tugged up into an amused smile. "We can invite that guy you hate from work that's always bragging about his new car and . Really rub it in his face."

Sangdo quirked an eyebrow, interest piqued. He really, really hated that guy.  He thought for a minute. It would be kind of nice to show off to everyone he worked with. Being a lawyer, he was usually surrounded by pompous s that were always trying to lord their latest holiday or new twenty-something girlfriend over him. It would be nice to invite them along just to show off for once. "He's going through a really messy divorce right now. That'd ruin him."

Hojoon bit down on his bottom lip. "I love when you get all vindictive. It's kinda y." He leaned into his husband (well, fiancé, he liked fiancé, it made him feel younger) gently on the brunettes bottom lip as his fingers ghosted over Sangdo's thighs. "Is that a yes, then?"

"Yes." He pulled Hojoon out of his chair and into his lap, eliciting a startled yelp from the elder, smirking to himself at the way Sangdo manhandled him. He was usually so soft and gentle; it drove Hojoon crazy when his dominant streak would come out. "I want you to plan the most extravagant wedding possible. But," his fingers dug into Hojoon's thighs as the blonde straddled him, hips rolling slightly in anticipation, "not until after I've had my way with you."

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"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Hansollie?" 

"Who is this?" 

Hojoon was sat in the living room, catching up on some work while Sangdo was keeping the kids entertained upstairs. One of their properties needed a new shower and there was nothing he hated more than dealing with plumbers. 

That is until Hansol interrupted him with an old photo. His eyes widened, snatching the glossy paper from his son's hand. How the did he find that?

"Uh..."

"Is it you?" Hansol climbed up onto the sofa next to his father. "You look pretty."

"Where did you find this, Hansollie?"

"In your room." He beamed, not picking up on Hojoon’s tone. "Appa was showing us some old photos and I took this from a box he tried to hide."

Hojoon sighed as Hansol giggled, seemingly proud of himself. 

"So, is it you?" Hansol managed to grab the photo from his father's grasp as Hojoon wasn't paying attention, only for a second before it was confiscated. "Daddy! I wanna see!"

Hojoon groaned internally. This was the last thing he wanted his kids to see. Stupid Sangdo. 

"Yeah, it's me. But it's from a long time ago."

Hansol’s eyes seemed to sparkle as they widened, gasping. "Daddy! Why don't you wear dresses anymore, you look cute!" He clambered into his father's lap, trying to reach for the photo. Hojoon just managed to save his laptop before it went crashing to the ground, giving Hansol the perfect opportunity to steal the photo back. 

Hojoon gave up. It wasn't that bad, he could have found a lot worse, he guessed. 

"Daddy, you look like Jiho." Hansol mused as his eyes took in every little detail of his father's outfit. He had no idea why he was dressed like that, but he liked it. 

Hojoon had huge, over teased curly blonde hair and long black eyelashes. He was wearing a tight red cocktail dress that hugged his tiny waist, it was difficult to see from the photo, but Hojoon vividly remembered it having intricate beadwork following the pattern of the lace material. It was definitely one of his classier outfits. Hansol thought it made him look like a mermaid due to the way it fanned out at the bottom. 

Hojoon laughed softly, that was exactly what Sangdo said the first time he saw Jiho in his full pageant get up. "Jiho is a lot prettier than me, baby."

He took some time to look over the photo himself. Honestly, he missed doing drag. He missed being on stage performing. Most of the time, he was a lot less clothes than the photo Hansol had managed to find, something he silently thanked god for, but he really did miss it. 

Hojoon had always been a performer, he danced from a young age and loved having all eyes on him, but it was something he never got to study properly. His parents wouldn't allow it. 

"Are you gonna wear a dress at the wedding?"

Hojoon was pulled from his hazy memories of being on stage at 3am in six inch heels after one too many vodka cranberries as Hansol spoke. 

At the wedding?

"No, of course not, sweetie. I'm wearing a suit."

Hansol whined. "Daddy that's so boring!"

Hojoon’s eyebrows shot up under his blonde hair. "No, it's gonna look really nice. Me and your Appa have chosen matching suits, well, they're a little different so we don't look exactly the same," he reached for his laptop, pulling up a webpage so he could show Hansol what they had planned, "but they're really nice."

Hansol wrinkled his nose at the grey suit his father was showing him. Grey? Really? That was the dullest colour there was. 

"We we're gonna get all of you little matching ones too." He smiled softly, the thought of all of his kids in tiny coordinated suits and baby pink bow ties made his stomach flip. 

"No."

Hojoon faltered, Hansol was probably the least disobedient of all of his children, and one of the ones that was most excited about the wedding. 

"I'm not wearing that, Daddy. It's ugly." 

Hojoon’s jaw dropped. Was Hansol being serious? When did his son become such a little diva?

"Hansollie, we've already decided on these, we have a fitting next we-"

"No. I'm not wearing it and you aren't either. Daddy, you have to wear something better than this! When you walk down the aisle Appa has to go:" Hansol brought his hands up to his mouth, gasping dramatically. Hojoon laughed softly, for a five-year-old, he had probably seen one too many romantic comedies. "He has to be shocked and think you're the most beautiful person in the world! That's how weddings work. Then you'll live happily ever after." He folded his arms across his chest, very matter-of-factly. 

Hojoon couldn't help but roll his eyes at Hansol. He was adorable, and he knew his heart was in the right place, but Hojoon was pretty sure wearing a dress wasn't going to be the thing that kept him and Sangdo together. 

"Hansol-"

"Let's just look, Daddy. I wanna look at pretty dresses." Hansol prodded at the mousepad with his finger, not really understanding how laptops worked. 

Hojoon gave in, wrapping an arm around Hansol’s shoulders to pull him in close as he scrolled through pages of extravagant weddings dresses, his son gasping and pointing out which ones he would look best in. 

"What are you two up t- Woah." Hojoon flinched as the photo was alleviated from his grasp, turning to see his husband staring at it with wide eyes. 

"I haven't seen this for ages." Sangdo smiled softly, fond memories of that night flooding his mind. 

"What is it Appa?" Dongsung questioned, climbing up onto the sofa to try and get closer to his father's height so he could see whatever it was he was looking at. 

Before Hojoon knew it all of the kids were crowing around them, desperate to see what all the fuss was about. Sangdo shot him a pleading look which Hojoon couldn't help but roll his eyes at with a small 'fine.' He couldn't be bothered with the kids whining to see the picture for the next twenty minutes. 

"I took this picture of your Daddy the very first night I went to one of his shows and saw him perform."

An excited squeak came from the other arm of the sofa as Jiho clambered up. "Daddy used to wear dresses like me?"

Hojoon nodded softly, feeling his cheeks heat up at the tone of Sangdo’s voice as the kids gathered around to hear the story, eyes sparkling. He had been so nervous that night. He and Sangdo had only been on a few dates when he had invited the younger to one of his shows, not mentioning exactly what it was he did. He recalled peeking out from behind the curtain, seeing his date sat there, waiting for him in anticipation. He almost bottled it, almost kicked off his heels, peeled off his eyelashes and went home. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sangdo had come all that way to see him, he couldn't just leave. He had a show to put on. 

"When he stepped out on stage my jaw dropped, even under all that hair and makeup I knew it was him." Sangdo beamed, squeezing onto to sofa next to his fiancé as he remembered the way his heart leapt as soon as he saw Hojoon. It had been the last thing he expected, but he was completely mesmerised. 

"That's so cute." Hyosang mused, eyes locked on the smile on his Appa's face. All of the kids were looking at their parents in awe, in awe of their love for one another. 

Apart from Hyunho. He was just confused. 

"So, Daddy just used to dress up as a girl? How is that a show?"

"Oh, it was much more than that, baby. Your Daddy is an amazing performer. You already know he can dance, but he has a beautiful voice too, an-" 

"Yeah, Hyunho, Daddy sings you to sleep sometimes." Dongsung interrupted, earning a glare from his older brother. 

Sangdo laughed softly, turning to face Hojoon as he finished his sentence. "That was the night I completely fell for him. You looked so beautiful, and I was so honoured you'd share that part of your life with me I couldn't help it. From that night on I knew I had to make you mine."

Hojoon flushed an unattractive shade of crimson as Sangdo spoke, the kid’s aww-ing and cooing around them. For s sake, how did Sangdo still manage to get to him after all these years? He didn't know how to reply to that, not with words anyway, so he leapt forward, catching Sangdo’s lips in a loving kiss. 

Some of the kids pulled a face as their parents kissed on the sofa in front of them; the rest practically had hearts in their eyes seeing their fathers so in love. 

"Daddy, why don't you wear a dress for the wedding?" Yoonchul spoke up, forcing the two of them to pull apart. 

"That's what I said!" Hansol screeched from beside Hojoon. "He would look so pretty!"

Hojoon groaned, not this again. 

"Yeah, and if Appa fell in love with you when you were wearing a dress then it makes sense, right?" Yoonchul argued, sounding way too logical for his age as the rest of his brothers nodded their heads in agreement. 

"Yeah, Daddy, wear a dress!"

"You'll look really cute."

"A big white poofy one!"

"No, he should have one like in that picture!"

"Can we wear dresses too?"

"Ew, no way!"

"Yeah, I wanna wear a dress too, Daddy, please?"

Sangdo chuckled as the kids shuffled closer, some of them with their hands clasped, practically begging Hojoon to wear a dress as the elder sunk into his side. 

"You do look really good in a dress." He whispered into the blonde’s ear. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see that...and what Hojoon may be hiding underneath for their wedding night. "And, that way you'd definitely be centre of attention. No one will be able to take their eyes off you."

Hojoon’s ears pricked up at that, eyes narrowing as he looked up at his husband. Sangdo knew exactly how to get to him, and he had to admit wearing the same suit as Sangdo would make him blend in...he did really love all focus being on him. 

"Are you serious? You think I should wear a dress too?"

Sangdo shrugged. "Well, I mean it's your choice and you'll look gorgeous either way, but you look absolutely breath taking in a dress." 

Hojoon was pretty sure someone of his age shouldn't be blushing this much, but he couldn't seem to help it when Sangdo was around. Maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea. It would definitely be different, and he wanted their wedding to be memorable. And he did look good in a dress. Really good. Wedding dress shopping would probably be more fun than suit fittings too, he watched a lot of reality TV about weddings and he always felt a little jealous of women going out and finding their perfect dress that made them feel like a princess. 

"I guess... You really think it'll be okay? People won't find it too weird?"

"Do you really care?" Sangdo quirked an eyebrow, that was usually the least of Hojoon’s concerns. 

Hojoon laughed softly, remembering all of the times he and Sangdo had gone on dates to expensive restaurants while he was in drag. He never usually cared what other people thought, and this was his wedding after all. 

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay I'll wear a dress!" He couldn't get the look on Sangdo’s face out of his head that first night he saw him all dolled up. He wanted that again. He wanted to blow his husband away, have him fall just as hard as he had sixteen years ago. 

"But you're not allowed to see it until the wedding. It's bad luck."

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Trying to get eleven excitable kids between the ages of three and seven measured for suits proved even more of a task than Hojoon had ever thought. He was pretty sure they were minutes from being thrown out of the tailors. 

"Hyunho, that measuring tape isn't for tying your brothers up with."

"No, Jiho, you can't wear a tiara. Where did you even find that?"

"Sangwon can you please just stand up for two minutes so the lady can measure your leg length?"

"Yes, Sehyuk, you have to wear pink. All your brothers are. Your Appa is. I don't care if you think it's a girl’s colour, you're wearing it."

"Byungjoo! That's not a toy... I don't know what it is, but put it back."

"No, Dongsung, you can't just wear your football strip to our wedding."

"What? I haven't even thought about flowers yet, Hyosang. Why are you even asking me that, go get measured."

He slumped down on the sofa, thanking god that he had booked a private fitting. He wasn't sure he could deal with other people witnessing this. He had thought taking them all at once to get it out of the way was the best option. But clearly he was wrong. 

"You look stressed." A glass of champagne came into view, held by a girl with a soft smile. 

"Oh my god, I love you." He took the glass, downing almost half of it as he settled back against the soft fabric of the sofa. How irresponsible would it be for him to get drunk off champagne while his kids got fitted for suits? Sangdo's brothers were here; surely they could look after them while Hojoon cut loose for a bit. 

He helped himself to another glass of champagne as he watched the tailor struggle to keep Hyunho still. 

"Enjoying yourself?" He turned; Sangdo was stood behind him, arms folded across his chest. Hojoon whined as some of the kids noticed their other father was here, swarming to him. 

"Let me live. I'm getting married."

Sangdo rolled his eyes, settling down next to his fiancé as the boys ran back off to cause more havoc for the poor tailors. "And how do you plan on getting the boys home?"

"That's what Uber's are for."

"Are you just gonna leave the Rover here then?"

"I didn't bring it." Hojoon replied, popping a raspberry in his mouth. Sangdo tilted his head, how did Hojoon manage to get all the kids here if he hadn't brought the Range Rover? Sure, they wouldn't all have fit in the car anyway; his brothers would have had to bring some of them over...

"Did you make Jiwon and Hyeontae bring the kids over?"

Hojoon avoided eye contact with his fiancé as he reached for his third glass of champagne. "I may have." Sangdo scoffed as Hojoon took a tentative sip. "I got your secretary to drive me over, I wasn't bringing such an ugly car to a fancy place like this, honey."

Sangdo laughed, he had almost forgotten how high maintenance Hojoon was. Having the kids had calmed him down a little, but the wedding planning seemed to make it all resurface. 

He smiled to himself as Hojoon linked their arms, head resting on his shoulder as the two of them watched their kids get fitted into the suits they had chosen for the wedding. 

"They look so precious. Can we make them wear suits every day?" The blonde whined, nuzzling into his husband's neck. 

"Do you really want to pay for eleven suits to be dry cleaned on a daily basis?" Their boys weren't exactly the tidiest of kids. "Plus, I don't think I've ever seen anyone as huffy as Taeyang in that bow tie."

Hojoon giggled at the sight of the seven-year-old. He didn't look at all impressed at the outfit the tailor had put him in. 

"Okay, maybe you're right, but they do look ador-"

"Daddy!" A screech from the other end of the sofa that was unmistakably Jiho interrupted him. "Do I really have to wear a suit? They're so ugly." 

Hojoon groaned, he knew this was going to come up sooner or later. First had been the conversation about him wearing a dress, of course this would follow. 

"Don't you want to wear the same as your brothers and Appa, baby?"

"No! I wanna wear the same as you!" Jiho whined, crawling closer to his parents with an exaggerated pout on his lips. "I wanna look cute, not boring like everyone else."

Hojoon sighed, knowing fine well this wasn't a battle he was going to win. Plus, he was stressed enough with all of the planning, he wasn't even sure he had the patience to argue. He turned to Sangdo, giving him a silent look of ‘you deal with this.'

"Well, he does look cute in a dress." Sangdo whispered as Hojoon rolled his eyes. How come he always had to play bad cop? "We can't force him to wear a suit."

"I know," Hojoon hissed, "but now I'll have to find a dress for him to wear that'll go with what the rest of the kids have on."

"A dress?" Hojoon flinched slightly as a high pitched voice joined the conversation out of nowhere. "Is Jiji wearing a dress? I wanna wear one too!"

Hojoon inwardly groaned as Hansol climbed up onto the seat next to his brother. This was all he needed, two whiney five-year-olds. 

"We'll find them something cute, don't stress. You want them to be happy at the wedding, right? This is their day too." Hojoon hummed as Sangdo spoke lowly in his ear so the kids wouldn't be able to hear. He was right, he'd never force them to wear anything they felt uncomfortable in, and it would be nice to have something different thrown in there so all eleven of them weren't exactly the same. That was kind of boring, he guessed. 

"Okay, fine, you can wear dresses. But I'm going to pick them so they go with the colour scheme, okay?" He wasn't having Jiho throwing a tantrum until he got to wear the sparkliest black dress he could find, or Hansol picking something obnoxiously loud and patterned. 

He laughed as the two boys all but jumped on him, wrapping his arms around the two of them so they didn't fall, snuggling further into Sangdo’s side. 

Jesus Christ. His family were far from normal, but he wouldn't change any of them for the world. 

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The two boys wanting to wear dresses soon turned into four and Hojoon found himself on the way to an adorable boutique with them one Sunday afternoon. 

His eyes lit up as he pushed the door open. Honestly, he was delighted some of his kids wanted to wear dresses for the wedding, he absolutely loved anything lacy or sparkly or frilly, and it always killed him a little bit that he didn't have any girls. Fortunately, some of his kids weren't exactly the most masculine, and he would never stop them from exploring their gender. 

"Hi!" A woman popped out from a doorway as Hojoon was cooing over an adorable floral dress for a newborn baby, trying his best not to get broody again, eleven was more than enough. "Are you here for the flower girl dress fitting."

Hojoon nodded, calling the boys over to stand next to him. "I know I only said three, but Tae decided last minute he wanted one too, right, baby?"

Taeyang nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with the woman. He was a little apprehensive, not sure if he wanted to wear a dress or not. But he was pretty sure he didn't want to wear a suit so maybe this was a better option. 

The woman seemed to falter, an eyebrow quirking. 

"They're boys?"

Hojoon looked down at his kids before looking back at the woman as if to say 'no ing .'

"Yeah." 

"But you're here for a dress fitting."

"...Yeah."

"We... We don't fit boys for dresses."

Hojoon cocked his head as he heard Taeyang whimper softly next to him. Was this for real?

"What difference does it make?"

"They're boys, they shouldn't be wearing dresses."

Hojoon scoffed. Seriously? What was this, 1958? So what if his boys wanted to wear dresses? Sure, he had been against it a few weeks ago, but that was only because of the inconvenience of having to find a new outfit for them, not because he didn't want his sons in stereotypically girly clothes. He really didn't see what difference it made. 

"They can wear what they want. And, I'm paying you so...I don't see what difference it makes to you if they're girls or boys, really." There was a reason Hojoon got fired from the cafe he first met Sangdo in, and that was because he couldn't control his tongue. He wasn't about to let someone make his kids feel like outcasts because they wanted to dress differently. 

The woman seemed to falter again, trying to figure out if she wanted to stick to her guns or lose a customer that was probably going to spend a load. 

"Okay, fine. Come this way."

Hojoon breathed a sigh of relief. He had no idea what he would have done if she had turned them away. Not only would he have four kids to console, but he'd have to find new dresses with the wedding in just a couple of weeks. And these ones were perfect. 

Hojoon settled himself down with yet another glass of champagne as the boys got measured, he could get used to this whole bride-to-be thing. 

He tried his best not to tear up as the dresses were brought out. They were baby pink, to match their brothers shirts, and lace on top to match his dress with tiny little sequins stitched into the pattern and extra beaded embellishments on the capped sleeves. The bottom halves were poofy, really poofy, layers of tulle creating a perfect bell shape that stopped just above their ankles. He had thought about his own dress being a similar silhouette, he had always loved that vintage 50s look, that was until he found the dress of his dreams, and there was no way he'd be getting the kids ones similar to that, so these would have to do. 

They did look adorable though. 

Hyosang was the first to be slipped into his, being the tallest Hojoon wasn't sure it would look right on him, but it did. He had never expected Hyosang to want to wear a dress, but he said he wanted to look like a princess like Daddy; ever the hopeless romantic. 

"Woah...I look cute." He gaped at himself in the mirror, wavy chocolate hair falling over his eyes. This must be how Jiho feels when he goes to his pageants. "Daddy, can I have long hair for the wedding?"

Hojoon blinked a couple of times; he hadn't even thought about that, the fact the kids would probably want hair pieces just like Jiho had when he competed. 

"Yeah...sure, sweetie, of course you can." He couldn't deny him that, even if Hyosang’s hair was a few shades lighter than Jiho's and he'd have to order new pieces in. It would be worth it. 

Hansol gasped, hands clasped together as he ran over to his father. "Daddy! Can I too? Please please please?" He begged, wanting to look just as cute as his brothers were going to. 

Hojoon laughed softly, as if he would let Hyosang have long hair and not Hansol. His baby was adorable. 

"Of course, Hansollie, go get your dress on."

The woman had moved onto Taeyang, who looked a little uncomfortable in his dress. Hojoon stood up to shift a little closer to him so they could speak quietly, knowing Taeyang wasn't as big on being the centre of attention as his brothers. 

"How do you feel, honey?"

Taeyang shrugged, eyes fixated on the mirror. "Weird."

"You don't have to wear it if you don't want, baby, I won't be mad if you want to go back to wearing a suit."

"No! No." He waved his hands, stopping Hojoon from saying anything else. "I think...I think I want to wear it. I look kinda...pretty."

"No, you look super pretty, Tae!" Jiho beamed, running over to throw his arms around his brother now he was in his own dress. 

That made Taeyang smile, dimple digging deep into his right cheek. "Thanks Jiji."

Hojoon laughed to himself as the four of them all took turns looking at themselves in the mirror, giggling and twirling to show off how floaty their dresses were. He took a video for Sangdo, wanting him to see how precious they looked before the big day. 

"So, do you like them, then?"

Hojoon was met with a chorus of 'yes, Daddy!' before being swamped by four lace and tulle clad boys. 

This wedding really was going to be something else. 

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"So, what are we doing about a honeymoon?" Hojoon spoke up, flicking through a magazine as Sangdo stripped out of his work clothes, ready for bed. 

"We've already had one, is it really necessary?"

"We've already had a wedding but we're doing that again. Come on, I'm gonna need a holiday after all of this. The planning is doing my head in." Hojoon whined, lying back against his pillow. 

"Well, you did insist on having a huge wedding." Sangdo smirked, settling into bed, next to his fiancé. 

"Please?" Hojoon whined again, this time a noticeable pout on his lips. "It's been so long since we went away. Don't you want some time to ourselves, in a fancy five star hotel in a hot country, with a hot tub and our own private pool and you can do whatever you want to me without being disturbed?"

Hojoon gravitated towards Sangdo, leg hooking around his fiancé's thigh to pull the younger down on top of him. Something like lust flickered through the brunette’s dark eyes, making Hojoon smirk. He knew how much Sangdo still wanted him. How much he wanted to do to him, but couldn't because of the kids being in the same house. 

"Remember," Hojoon's fingers trailed down Sangdo's chest, "on our last honeymoon, when the people next door asked to switch rooms because you made me scream so loud?"

Sangdo laughed, burying his face in Hojoon’s neck in embarrassment as he recalled a member of the hotel staff knocking on their door one night to check everything was okay after they had gotten reports of 'worrying noises' coming from the room. 

"I know you wanna hear me scream your name that loud again, baby." Hojoon raised his hips up, just a little so he could rub against Sangdo's growing . "I know you wanna bite me and tie me up and treat me like the dirty little I was when we first met."

Sangdo raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying you're not a dirty little anymore?" Hojoon may have been with the same man for sixteen years, but he still had the libido of a single twenty year old. 

"Maybe I still am." A mischievous grin broke onto Hojoon’s face, knowing how worked up Sangdo was getting. "But I know you wanna me on the balcony again so everyone knows this dirty little belongs to you."

Sangdo's lips came crashing down on Hojoon’s, hips rutting down hard against his husbands, causing Hojoon to whimper loudly into the brunettes mouth. 

That did sound good. Really good. They had had to stifle their life for over six years now; not being able to as loud or hard as they wanted out of fear of waking the kids up, not being able to use all the toys they wanted out of fear of the kids finding them. Even just a week alone with Hojoon would quench his thirst for the elder. 

"Is that a yes?" Hojoon asked breathlessly as the two of them parted, a hopeful smile on his face. 

Sangdo paused for a second, letting the pink mist that was lust clear from his mind for a second, not wanting his judgment clouded before agreeing to anything. "What about the kids though? We can't just leave them."

Hojoon groaned. He loved his boys with all his heart, but he loved Sangdo too, and he just wanted a few days alone with his husband to help rekindle their life. He was worried that one day it would be the thing that broke them. 

"They can stay with my parents, I'm sure they'll understand that we need a week off, some time to ourselves."

Sangdo hummed. Honestly he felt a little guilty about leaving them behind. "They're just gonna complain if we don't take them. You know how bad Hyosang wants to go to Greece."

"Who said anything about Greece?" Sangdo blinked. He had just assumed that Hojoon was talking about going back to Santorini, where they had their first honeymoon. "I was thinking somewhere more exotic and glamourous. Like the Maldives."

"You realise being gay is, like, illegal there, right?" Sangdo deadpanned. "Do you really want to go on our honeymoon and not be able to hold hands or anything? We'd probably have to book a room with twin beds instead of a double." 

Hojoon whined. He hadn't even thought of that. An entire day looking at golden sands and private beaches wasted. 

"Baby," he pressed a kiss to the tip of Hojoon’s nose, "if you want a honeymoon then that's what you're going to get." He never could say no to Hojoon. "But, how about we come up with a compromise?"

Hojoon narrowed his eyes slightly. He hated that word. Compromise. He would much rather just get his own way all of the time. "Go on."

"How about we go somewhere for a week, just the two of us, you can have me all to yourself and I'll make sure you're treated like royalty." Hojoon smiled. That sounded perfect. He knew there would be a but, though. 

"But...?"

"But, then on the second week we have the kids flown out to join us."

Hojoon's eyebrows furrowed. How was that going to work? 

"They can't just fly on their own, Sangdo, they're just babies."

"Your parents can bring them."

Hojoon scoffed. "So now the kids and my parents are gonna be on our honeymoon?" That sounded really romantic. 

Sangdo rolled his eyes. "I don't know, Joon. I just feel bad leaving them behind. We've never had a proper family holiday before."

They had only been abroad with the kids once, and that was way back when they only had Taeyang, Hansol and Hyosang. They were all under three at the time so they couldn't even remember it. Even the idea of organising a family holiday with eleven excitable kids gave him a headache. That was so much luggage. 

"Okay. How about this." He looped his arms around Sangdo's neck, trying to think of a better compromise. "We go on our honeymoon, somewhere really, really nice. Like Bali or something. Alone. You completely spoil me and me so hard you have to carry me to the plane on the way home. And then, we go on a proper family holiday to Disneyworld or something."

Sangdo's eyes lit up. "Disneyworld?"

Hojoon laughed softly, nodding. He knew that would catch the younger's attention. "We'll book one of those themed rooms and eat breakfast with the characters and all that . They'll love it."

He figured somewhere made for family holidays may be slightly less hassle than going on a beach holiday. Plus, the kids would never be bored. And there would be plenty of child minding services if he and Sangdo ever wanted some alone time. 

Sangdo leaned back in to kiss his husband, this time it was a lot less ravenous. "That sounds perfect." Hojoon moaned lowly as Sangdo on his bottom lip, fingers slowly inching under his t-shirt. "We can get you one of those princess makeovers, where you get the dress and everything included. Then I can carry you back to our room, bridal style and-"

"You want to a Disney princess?" Hojoon quirked an eyebrow. To most people Sangdo came across as the normal one of the two of them, the, dare he say, vanilla one. But Hojoon knew different. He knew it was usually his husband that initiated their kinks. 

Sangdo nodded, a playful smirk on his lips. "I want to you in those Mickey Mouse ears everyone always has in Dinseyworld, too."

"Oh my god." Hojoon laughed as Sangdo left a trail of kisses down his jawline. His husband really was something else. "Well, I'm sure that can be arranged."

Sangdo hummed softly against Hojoon’s skin as he nipped at his neck, hard enough to make the elder whine, but not to leave any marks. He couldn't wait until they got away; somewhere no one knew them so he could leave as many marks on Hojoon’s body as he wanted. They may be starting to get old, not that Hojoon would ever admit it, but hickies weren't just for teenagers. 

His fingers trailed down Hojoon’s torso to the waist band of his boxers, subtly delving in to curl around his . 

"Hmm, Sangdo. me." He chuckled against the elder’s lips, Hojoon wasn't exactly afraid to let him know exactly what he wanted. He rocked his hips slightly as Sangdo began to pump his hand, working him to full hardness. 

"Not tonight, babe." He took his own length out of his boxers, rubbing up against Hojoon’s as his hand circled the two of them and began pumping again. "I'm not sure I'd be able to hold back, and you need to take the kids to school tomorrow." He smirked, catching Hojoon’s bottom lip as the elder whined. 

Hojoon tried to pout, but even Sangdo’s hand felt so good on him he couldn't. He bucked his hips up again, the head of his gliding against Sangdo’s making him gasp out the younger's name. This felt good, really good. It wasn't exactly a good old , but it was definitely better than nothing. 

He wrapped his legs around Sangdo’s waist, pulling him in closer with a sloppy kiss, fingers tangling in espresso hair. 

"Babe." He breathed out against Sangdo’s lips, starting to lose it under his fiancé's touch. "I'm so close."

"Then come for me, Joonie." Sangdo was pretty close himself, hips beginning to lose their rhythm as he rutted against the elder, painfully hard. 

Hojoon didn't need to be told twice, head arched back against the pillow, arm thrown over his mouth in an attempt to dampen the loud cry of Sangdo’s name as he came in the younger's hand, strings of white shooting across his stomach. 

Despite Hojoon’s best attempts, his moans were far from stifled, and like music to Sangdo’s ears had him coming not long after, creating even more of mess on Hojoon’s torso. 

"." Sangdo breathed out, head falling against Hojoon’s shoulder as he milked the two of them, not quite wanting it to be over. 

Hojoon giggled softly, arms wrapping around his fiancé's shoulders. 

"I can't believe you got that  by Disneyworld."

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Hojoon had butterflies and they wouldn't go away. He was trying his best to relax, champagne flute in hand - he was taking every chance he could to drink the stuff now - and eyes fluttered shut as he let his face mask sink into his skin. 

He could get used to this, actually, he had a team of people helping him and the kids get ready so he didn't have to stress over doing seven tiny little bow ties himself and four hairsets on top of his own. No. He wanted his wedding day to be as stress free as possible. If only those ing butterflies would go away. 

He knew it was because he was excited, but they always made him feel anxious, like something was going to go terribly wrong. He tried to push back all of his negative thoughts as he took another sip of champagne. 

No. Everything was going to go fine. This was one of the best days of his life, after all. 

"Daddy! Sanggyun spilled juice all over my dress!"

His eyes snapped open. "What?"

He gaped as Hyosang was stood in front of him, arms firmly folded across his chest, hair perfect and a pout on his lips...and a huge purple stain on the baby pink lace. 

For s sake. 

"Daddy, what's on your face?"

"What?" Hojoon completely forgot he still had the face mask on. "Nothing, it's not important. Take that off and we'll see if we can get it cleaned."

Hyosang did as he was told, whining about his brother doing it on purpose because he was jealous he didn't look as pretty in his boring suit. Hojoon’s doubted that was the case, but he honestly didn't care all that much why it had happened, he just wanted it fixed. 

"Hi, we've kind of had a disaster, is there any chance you could try and clean this?" Hojoon’s approached one of the staff members who seemed to hiss under her breath. That didn't instil much hope in him. 

"I-I mean, I'll try, but that looks like blackcurrant juice and..." It was. Hojoon knew it was, it was all Sanggyun would drink. Why couldn't he like a nice, clear beverage? 

"Daddy!" Hyosang was starting to tear up, hands him his father's fluffy white robe. 

"Shhh, baby, don't cry, it's gonna be fine. I'm gonna get it sorted, okay?" He had no idea why he said that, because he wasn't sure how he could fix this, he just didn't want Hyosang to get upset. 

He rang the boutique they had gotten the dresses from, pleading with that awful woman from a few weeks ago to drive down to the venue with a replacement dress. She finally agreed, but whether she would make it in time for the wedding starting or not was another matter. 

He was stressed. The kaleidoscope of butterflies in his stomach had seemed to double in size and he honestly felt like he was going to throw up. 

"Hey, babe, you okay? Doesn't this count as bad luck or something?" Hojoon practically melted as Sangdo chuckled lowly down the phone. , he needed this. If anyone could calm him down, it was Sangdo. 

"No, that's only if we see each other, that's why I rang you. I'm a little stressed."

"Why? What's happened?"

Hojoon sighed, sitting back down where he was before so the makeup artist could begin wiping off his face mask. "An incident involving Hyosang’s dress and a glass of blackcurrant juice."

"." Sangdo breathed down the phone. It sent chills up Hojoon’s spine. "Is it bad?"

"Oh yeah," he laughed bitterly, there was no way that stain was coming out, "I phoned the place to bring a new one, but I dunno if it'll get here in time and Hyosang’s practically in tears and I'm just...I don't know what to do."

He heard Sangdo exhale through his nose, a soft smile gracing his lips as he picked up on the rhythm of the others breathing. 

"Okay. Leave it with me, babe, I'll try and hurry things along. Don't stress, I'll sort it."

"Really?" Hojoon had no idea how he could possibly hurry things along, but he trusted Sangdo, and he was usually true to his word. "Okay, okay. I'll try."

"Good, you focus on getting pampered and I'll sort his dress. I'll see your later, wifey, bye."

"Don't call me th-" Hojoon sighed as Sangdo hung up, a faint pout on his lips that soon turned into a bashful smile. How did he get so lucky, seriously? 

He let himself relax as his makeup and hair were done, just about ready to get slipped into his dress when Hyeontae showed up with a package in his hands. 

"Is that-?"

"The dress." His brother-in-law beamed, ping the bag to pull it out. 

Hojoon breathed a sigh of relief. It was exactly the same as the ruined on. Thank . 

"Oh my god! You're a lifesaver!" He reached up on his toes to press a kiss to Hyeontae's cheek, which he could just about reach. Why were Sangdo’s brothers so ing tall? "Hyosang! Baby, come here, I have a present for you!"

Hyosang came running over, squealing as he saw the dress. 

"Thank you Uncle Hyeontae!" He wrapped himself around the man's leg, the closest thing he could get to a hug considering the height difference. 

"No problem, kiddo." He ruffled Hyosang’s hair, gently, after receiving a death glare from Hojoon. They didn't have time to redo that too. 

"Okay, sweetie, go get ready." Hojoon ushered him along to go find someone to help him get into the dress without ruining his hair pieces. 

"I better let you get ready too." Hyeontae smiled, eyes widening as they flittered over to the dress hung up on the door. "Woah. He's going to love you in that."

Hojoon felt himself go an unattractive shade of crimson, hoping the layers of makeup he had on would hide that. He whispered a small 'thanks' as Hyeontae left, finding himself mesmerised by the dress. It was beautiful, he was actually pretty glad Hansol and the rest of the kids had pressured him into wearing it. Suits are pretty boring, after all. 

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Sangdo was nervous. He honestly had no idea why, it wasn't like he hadn't done this before, but he still had that same sickly feeling in his stomach that he did ten years ago. 

He was stood in the garden of a grand stately home, under a pink and while floral arch as all of their guests stared back at him. He was about to marry the love of his life. Albeit, again. But still. He was going to marry Hojoon. In front of all of these people. In front of their children. He was going to proclaim to the world how much he loved this man. This y little man who had made his coffee wrong the first day they met and then tried to pin the blame on him for 'ordering something so stupid'. This man who, against all odds, he had created a family with. A huge family. A huge family that he loved with all his heart. 

The string quartet started up. Sangdo rolled his eyes at the fact Hojoon had insisted on having the traditional wedding match despite not technically being a bride so he could walk down the aisle and be the centre of attention. He wouldn't have expected anything else from his husband if he was being perfectly honest. 

He smiled as their kids made their way through the garden, throwing petals down the aisle. In hindsight maybe having eleven flower boys probably wasn't such a great idea, they had more of a carpet of petals than a scattering, and he was pretty sure Dongsung was aiming for the guests and not the ground. 

His breath caught in the back of his throat as Hojoon appeared behind them. He looked stunning. 

Hojoon smiled coyly as all eyes turned to him, soft gasps and whispers fluttering around the crowd. He knew it was a risk wearing a dress, the majority of people had never seen him like this. But he also knew how good he looked. 

He had his hair pulled into an up-do, soft golden curls gathered in a bun at the nape of his neck, which Jiho had gotten very excited about earlier than morning. 'Daddy has hair pieces just like me!' He had a long, flowing veil attached to the bun; not getting to wear one the first time around it was something he insisted on. Not that he wanted it over his face for Sangdo to lift up or anything, he had spent way too much on a makeup artist for that, he just thought it would look pretty. 

Sangdo’s lips fell apart as Hojoon made his way down the aisle. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his husband in a dress, but he honestly felt twenty again, memories of that first night flooding back to him. The dress fit him like a glove. Hojoon had been known for his tiny waist when he worked as a drag queen, and Sangdo had no idea how he managed to keep it after all these years, but the champagne lace clung to him perfectly, to just above his knee, where the dress jutted out dramatically. Sangdo smiled to himself, he could almost imagine the kids shouting about how their father looked like a mermaid earlier on when they saw him in the dress. 

The closer Hojoon got the more details he could make out. The intricate beadwork across the bodice and down his long sleeves, the fact Hojoon's bouquet was made up of mixture of his and Sangdo’s favourite flowers, the tiny crystals set into his hair, the train of his dress picking up some of the hundreds of petals the kids had thrown ahead of him.

"Hi." Hojoon breathed as he finally reached his husband, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, complimenting Sangdo's shirt. 

"Hi. You look stunning." He whispered back, fingertips barely brushing up against Hojoon's, a shy smile on both of their faces. It felt like when they had just met. When they were both too scared to even hold one another's hand. 

The celebrant started her speech. Sangdo was barely even listening; too lost in Hojoon's eyes to care what she was saying. He assumed something generic about love. 

Hojoon looked so good. He always looked good, but today he looked radiant. His skin was glowing, eyes sparkling, lips stuck in a permanent smile. Sangdo could feel his heart racing in his chest. When he was younger he could never understand how his parents could still be so in love after so many years, but then he met Hojoon. 

Hojoon who still gave him butterflies. Hojoon who still made him blush. Hojoon who still got him going. Hojoon whose lips he could never get enough of. Hojoon whose scent he could never get tired of. 

"Sangdo?" Hojoon who's voice would always be music to his ears. His eyes refocused on the blonde, who was chuckling gently. What?

The celebrant was staring at him, as if waiting for something. 

Oh right. His vows. 

"Hojoon. I can't think of anyone I would rather spend my life with. Anyone I would rather raise children with. Sure, you can be a whiny little at times," the guests laughed softly, a couple of the boys gasping that their father had used a bad word, "but I wouldn't change you for the world. You're still as gorgeous as the day I met you. Still as feisty, and still can't make coffee to save your life; but you're the man I love. It's been sixteen years since I fell for you, and I haven't regretted a single second."

Hojoon stifled a sob as Sangdo spoke, fingers intertwining with the younger's. He promised himself he wasn't going to cry, but it was difficult hearing the love of his life talk about him like that and not wanting to break down in his arms. He smiled, biting back the tears as the celebrant encouraged him to give his own vows. 

"Yu Sangdo, you're the most incredible man I've ever met. The most incredible husband and the most incredible father. I'm not that great with words, but I really hope that you know how much you mean to me. You and our babies are my world." He inwardly cursed himself as his voice began to waver. "I honestly have no idea how I got so lucky finding someone like you. Someone who has made me feel loved and cherished for the past sixteen years, no matter what. Someone who has always been there to comfort me no matter how ty my day has been, no matter how stressed I am, no matter how stressed you are; you always manage to make me feel better. You've given me the most amazing family, and I can't thank you enough for that. I love you and our boys more than anything and it makes me so happy that they could be here today to see this." 

He glanced over to the front row of the wedding party where eleven boys were beaming back at him, all dressed in tiny matching grey suits or baby pink dresses. He had never seen anything so precious in his entire life. 

His eyes locked back onto Sangdo's. The brunettes were starting to get glassy. If Sangdo cried there was no way he'd be able to hold back his tears. 

"Don't you dare ing cry." He hissed under his breath as the celebrant rambled on about something. 

"Don't you dare cry." Sangdo hissed back. Hojoon's eyes were just as glazed over as his; he could see droplets threatening to spill over his long eyelashes. 

Hojoon smiled, a single tear rolling down his cheek as his eyes formed crescent moons. Sangdo quickly thumbed it away, temporarily forgetting where they were and catching Hojoon’s lips in his own, like he did every time the elder cried. 

"These rings are circular, and just like Hojoon and Sangdo's love, have no beginning or-" The celebrant cut herself off as the two men kissed in front of her. "You're not meant to kiss yet, we haven't even done the rings." She whispered, urging the two of them to part. 

Hojoon gave the brunette a sideways glance as he backed up a little. Sangdo's lips quirked up, he loved that Hojoon was so transparent he could practically read his thoughts. 

"Then, can you hurry it up a little? I just really want to kiss my husband."

There were a few scattered laughs among the guests; it was well known that Hojoon wasn't the most patient of people. Sangdo ushered Sehyuk to join them, pillow in hand. The seven-year-old looking a little confused that he didn't have to wait for his queue. 

They already had wedding rings, but Hojoon insisted the ceremony wouldn't be the same without rings so they got eternity rings. They were similar to their wedding rings, but each had eleven tiny diamonds encrusted into the gold band. 

Sangdo took the smaller ring in his hand, smiling at how tiny Hojoon’s fingers were compared to his own as he splayed them out. 

"This ring is a symbol of my everlasting love and unwavering trust. Every time you look at it I hope you remember the love I feel for both you and our family."

Hojoon felt himself tear up again as the ring was slid onto his finger, nestled just above the engagement ring Sangdo had given him on Christmas morning. 

He picked the other ring up, ruffling Sehyuk's hair who was beaming up at the two of them. 

"This ring-" That was it. The floodgates had opened. He couldn't even finish his sentence as tears streamed down his face. 

Sangdo smiled, wrapping his arms around Hojoon’s shaking form. His husband wasn't the most emotional of people unless it involved the kids, but weddings always seemed to get to him. 

"Daddy?" Sehyuk's eyes widened, turning back to face his brothers who looked just as concerned. 

What was wrong? Why was their Daddy sad? This was meant to be a happy day, right?

Sanggyun ran up beside his brother, gently tugging at Sangdo's trousers. "Appa, what's wrong with Daddy?" He asked, voice raising as octave as he tried not to cry himself. He hated seeing his father's upset. 

Before they knew it all eleven boys had joined them at the front of the ceremony, a chorus of 'Daddy, what's wrong?' chimed throughout the hall, melting the hearts of the guests. 

Hojoon emerged from Sangdo's shoulder, his blazer now a lightly darker grey due to the tears. He crouched down so he was at the boys' level. 

"Nothing's wrong, I'm crying because I'm happy. Because I have your Appa and all of you. I'm just being silly."

"You should smile when you're happy, Daddy, not cry." Yoonchul folded his arms across his chest, clearly not understanding the whole tears of joy thing. 

Hojoon laughed, the boys cheering as a wide grin spread across his face. He really had no idea how he got so lucky. 

"Daddy! You have to give Appa his ring!" Hyosang whined, bouncing on the spot impatiently. He wanted to finish seeing his father's get married. 

Hojoon stood back up, smiling sheepishly as his kids told him what to do. 

"Sangdo, this ring is..." . He had completely forgotten what he was meant to say. Even though Sangdo had just said it minutes before. "This ring represents how much I ing love you. You're my best friend and I'll be yours forever."

Sangdo laughed loudly. That was so Hojoon. The spontaneous vows, swear words and all, meant to much more to him than any scripted, romantic nonsense. 

"I ing love you too." 

He wrapped his arms back around Hojoon, pulling the blonde into a deep kiss, ignoring the hushed protests of the celebrant and the gasps of 'Appa said a bad word' from the boys as his lips moved against Hojoon’s. 

Hojoon whimpered softly against Sangdo's lips at the force of the kiss, melting into it instantly, arms snaking around his husband's waist. 

He almost couldn't believe this was happening, again. Their first wedding had been like a dream, despite it being so low key, but they had actually gotten married. And here they were doing it all over again. 

He beamed as Sangdo took his hand, making their way down the aisle. He knew he probably looked a mess, tears ruining his makeup, but he really didn't care. He giggled to himself as confetti was showered down on them from the guests, the boys following behind laughing loudly as they tried to catch as much of it as possible. 

"So, how do you feel Mr. Yu?" Sangdo smirked, pressing a soft kiss to Hojoon’s cheek as they lined up to take photographs with the kids. 

Hojoon rolled his eyes as if he hadn't been using that name since his mid-twenties, Sangdo honestly had the worst sense of humour, but he loved him regardless. 

"I feel amazing. How about you, Mr. Yu?" He smirked back, mocking Sangdo for his awful joke. 

"Great." He beamed, an arm wrapping around Hojoon’s slight waist to pull him in even closer. "I couldn't be happier."

Hojoon’s eyes fluttered shut as Sangdo kissed him again, instantly melting into his husband's touch as the camera shutter started to go off. He could hear the kids giggling and aww-ing beside them and it made his heart skip a beat. 

He could never pick just one best day of his life. There was his first wedding, every time an adoption was finalised or a kid was born, and now this. But this day almost felt like his life was complete now. They had their (not so) little family, they had each other, and they got to share the biggest day of their lives with their babies. It felt like everything had come full circle, that this was it. Everything just seemed to fit into place and it was...perfect. 

Yeah, perfect. That was the word he would use. 

Perfect. 

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"Oh my god, I'm exhausted." Hojoon sighed, resting his head against Sangdo’s shoulder as his husband fiddled with the key to their suite in the mansion they had both the wedding and the reception at. They had both probably had a little too much to drink after the kids had gone up to bed, whining about wanting to stay up longer. 

He was snapped out of his half-asleep daze as the door to their room was opened. Holy . 

The bed was surrounded with pink petals, a few scattered across the pillows. Fairy lights illuminated the entire room, bouquets of flowers dotted throughout the interior. It was stunning. 

"Sangdo, this place is gorgeous." He gaped. His husband had insisted he would take care of their suite for the night, wanting it to be like a mini honeymoon before they could get away for their actual one in a few weeks’ time. 

"Just like you." Hojoon barely had time to roll his eyes at the cheesy line before Sangdo’s arms were wrapped around his waist, catching him in a forceful kiss. Hojoon’s head was swimming, and he was sure it wasn't from the alcohol. Suddenly he wasn't so tired anymore. 

"Help me get out of this dress." He turned in Sangdo’s arms, urging the younger to him. 

Sangdo pouted. "But you look so gorgeous; maybe I don’t ever want you to take it off."

Hojoon felt his cheeks heat up for what felt like the millionth time that day, Sangdo really knew how to make his heart skip a beat. 

"Well, then I guess you'll never see what I'm hiding underneath." He turned his head so Sangdo could see the coy smirk on his lips. 

This time it was the younger's turn to blush, fingers hastily fiddling with the zip at the back of Hojoon’s dress, tying not to damage the delicate lace. 

Hojoon stopped him as the zip was down a few inches, he could take it from here. 

"Go sit down, baby." If there was one thing Hojoon loved, it was putting on a show. Nothing turned him on more than Sangdo being unable to tear his eyes away from him as he undressed, as his hips swayed. 

He started at the top, one shoulder at a time, peeling the beading away to reveal tiny lace straps which Sangdo knew would lead to something for more exciting. He ped the dress the rest of the way down, slowly, the sound of each metal tooth coming undone driving Sangdo crazy. He ing loved watching Hojoon, but there was always a part of him that just wanted to pin his husband to a wall and rip his clothes off. 

Hojoon bit down on his bottom lip as he peeled the top half of the dress away to reveal a lace bralet in the exact same champagne colour. A gentle '' escaped Sangdo’s lips as his eyes focused on his husband's chest. There was nothing he loved more than Hojoon in lingerie. He had no idea how the elder managed to pull it off so well, but he did. 

Hojoon giggled under his breath at Sangdo’s reaction, that was exactly what he wanted. He continued undressing himself, hips swaying as he shimmied out of the rest of the dress. This took a little longer considering it was considerably tighter around his ; he had to show off his best asset, after all. 

Sangdo’s eyes meandered further down Hojoon’s torso as the dress peeled away to reveal more of his skin. He stopped at the lace suspenders belt that sat around Hojoon’s slim waist, swallowing thickly. His eyes followed the delicate strips of elastic that hung from the belt, the way they dipped over his sharp hip bones to blend in with the lace Hojoon had on underneath. 

. 

Sangdo’s eyes widened, he had been too distracted to even realise Hojoon had pulled the dress down that far. His pants suddenly felt very tight. 

Hojoon didn't miss the soft whimper that escaped his husband's lips, smirking as he let the rest of the dress drop to the floor. 

Sangdo’s jaw dropped at the exact same time. Hojoon’s outfit was completed with a pair of lacy stockings attached to the suspenders, adorned with even more beads. He really went all out, didn't he?

"Well?" Hojoon asked, wanting Sangdo’s approval. He was pretty sure he had gotten it, but he wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth. He turned around slowly, revealing the back of his lingerie. Sangdo almost choked on his own saliva as he realised Hojoon was wearing a thong, a satin bow nestled at the top of his . "What do you think?"

"You..." Sangdo couldn't seem to get his words out. Hojoon looked absolutely gorgeous; he couldn't take his eyes off of him, barely even blinking. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

Hojoon let out an excited giggle, stepping out of the discarded dress to make his way over to the bed settling down in Sangdo’s lap, humming softly as he felt how hard the younger was. 

"Someone's excited to see me." He sing-songed, reaching in between his legs to palm his husbands bulge. 

"Ah- Joon!" His hips rolled, fingers travelling down the length of Hojoon’s back, over soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, over lace he wanted nothing more than to rip off, down to the curve of his , squeezing tightly. Hojoon yelped at the sudden contact. Sangdo had been teased long enough; it was his turn to take control. 

He leaned up, catching Hojoon’s lips in a hungry kiss, muffling his moans as Sangdo’s fingers kneaded into his . He had been waiting for this all day, he knew fine well Hojoon would have something spectacular planned, but this went above and beyond. 

Hojoon pulled away, lips curling into a smirk as he stood back up, pushing Sangdo’s knees apart. He lowered himself to his knees; over-exaggeratedly his lips as he ed the younger's trousers. He had honestly been thinking about this for at least the past two hours, wrapping his lips around Sangdo’s . 

Sangdo let his head lull back as Hojoon pulled his length out of his pants, him to full hardness. It wasn't difficult to get lost in Hojoon’s touch. 

"Sangdo." Hojoon’s voice brought him back to reality, head snapping down to look at the elder. "Keep your eyes on me."

Hojoon lowered himself down to the base of Sangdo’s , eyes locked on his husband's as he pressed his tongue flat against the younger's shaft, running one slow up to his leaking tip. The blondes tongue peeked out between his lips, wetting them before they parted to press a chaste kiss to Sangdo’s precome slicked head, earning him a sharp hiss. Hojoon smiled sweetly to himself at the reaction, sitting back on his six-inch heels to pick the salty liquid off his glossy lips, never once breaking eye contact with Sangdo. 

"Hojoon...." Sangdo moaned, looking down at the blonde through heavily lidded eyes. Hojoon knew exactly what he was doing here, but he couldn't exactly complain if he was going to get a out of it. 

"You like that?" Hojoon leaned back in to press another open mouthed kiss to the sensitive tip in front of him, humming softly, vibrations sending tiny shockwaves down Sangdo’s . "You want more, baby?"

Sangdo nodded feverishly, fingers finding their way into Hojoon’s caramel hair, tugging slightly at the bun his veil was still attached to. He looked the image of perfection with that updo, not a single hair out of place, crystals still glinting against the fairy lights. 

"Say it."

", Joon." It had been so long since they had been able to do this properly that he had forgot what a diva Hojoon could be. "Blow me."

Hojoon didn't have to be told twice; those two words were music to his ears. He lowered himself down on Sangdo’s , engulfing over half of it in one go. He splayed his fingers across Sangdo’s thighs to steady himself as he began to bob his head, ever so slowly inching down until he reached the base of his husband's length. 

Sangdo’s breath quickened as his made its way down Hojoon’s throat. The room as starting to feel way too hot. He shrugged his jacket off, loosening his tie and top button just in time as Hojoon swallowed. 

"Holy f- Hojoon!" He wasn't at all prepared for that, hips involuntarily bucking up as he felt Hojoon’s throat moving against him, trying to steady himself on the edge of the bed. 

Hojoon suppressed the urge to gag, eyes watering slightly as he readjusted to having a shoved so far down his throat. He picked himself back up, looking up through fake eyelashes as he bobbed, wordlessly ensuring Sangdo that he was okay. 

Sangdo tried to steady himself too, not wanting to choke his husband on their wedding night, taking deep breaths as his fingers made their way back into Hojoon’s hair, through his blonde locks in an attempt to soothe and encourage him. Not that Hojoon needed it; the moans of his name coming from the younger were more than enough for him. 

Hojoon began to move his pursed lips back up Sangdo’s length, swirling his tongue the head, once, twice, before pointedly dipping into the slit, making Sangdo squirm beneath him.

Hojoon pulled back with a pop, a stringy mixture of saliva and precome bridging the gap between Hojoon’s reddened lips and Sangdo’s . He wiped it away with the back of his hand, not really caring if his makeup got ruined or not, it's not like anyone else was going to see him, and if he remembered correctly, Sangdo liked making him look a complete mess. 

"Mmm babe." Sangdo smiled lazily as Hojoon peered up at him, lips swollen, pupils blown. God, he wanted him so bad. He patted he bed next to him, inviting Hojoon back up. As much as he loved having his , he needed more. He needed to take back control. 

Hojoon stood, legs a little shaky in his heels after kneeling down for so long, not that it really mattered as wrapped Sangdo his arms around his waist, pulling him down onto the bed so he was laid flat on his back, veil fanning out underneath him, the brunette looming over him. . Sangdo wasn't playing anymore. 

"You're so amazing, Hojoon." Sangdo leaned in to press a wet kiss to his husband's neck, revelling in the soft gasps that came from the blonde. "You're absolutely stunning." Another kiss, this time further down. "I'm so lucky to have you." Another kiss. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Another kiss. Directly on his sternum between the two lace cups of his bralet. "And I'm going to blow your mind tonight."

Hojoon’s breath caught in the back of his throat every inch of his skin was tingling and Sangdo had barely even touched him. He was over the whole slow and seductive thing. He just needed Sangdo to take him. Like, right now. 

"...please just-" He was cut off as Sangdo reattached himself to his neck, . Hard. "Oh god!"

Hojoon’s back arched off the bed, fingers tangling into Sangdo’s hair, gripping tightly. He ing loved being marked. He loved everyone knowing exactly who he belonged to. 

"Sangdo, please." A few hickeys later and Hojoon was starting to get impatient. He just wanted to be ed already. 

"Please what, baby? Say it." Sangdo smirked, imitating the blonde from earlier. He loved this switch in dynamics, he may let Hojoon a little, but at the end of the day he always ended up in charge. 

" me!" Hojoon struggled with the buttons of Sangdo’s shirt, wanting it off but his fingers weren't cooperating. Maybe he should just rip it off, the wedding was over it's not like he'd ever wear it again. 

"Please." He added as an afterthought, just because it was his wedding night didn't mean Sangdo would let him get away with acting like a little . 

Sangdo sat back on his heels undoing the rest of the buttons that Hojoon couldn't quite manage. He took his time, allowing himself to take a few minutes to fully take in how good his husband looked. His neck was starting to bruise up nicely, skin flushed, hair falling apart, chest rising and falling sharply, tenting. He smirked at that. Sangdo was well versed in the art of tucking, years of being with a drag queen and one too many hastily removed tape tucks in the heat of the moment, he wasn't at all surprised Hojoon hadn't bothered going the whole way. It was kind of a mood killer. 

Hojoon whined out another 'please' as Sangdo took his sweet time, writhing against the bedsheets, rips rising to offer himself up to the brunette. He was getting really desperate. Sangdo wouldn't make him wait that long on their wedding night, right? 

Another whine slipped past his lips as Sangdo pushed the pink shirt off of his shoulders, revealing his sunkissed torso. He just wanted those toned arms to pin him down and him til he couldn't scream anymore. 

"You look good enough to eat, Hojoonie." Sangdo mused, playing with the elastic of Hojoon’s suspenders before his fingers travelled up to the lace that were hiding the blonde’s . He wanted them off, now. He pulled at the tied bows at each side of Hojoon’s hips; trust him to pick the most easy access lingerie. 

Hojoon whimpered as Sangdo whipped the thong off of him, finally being able to spring free, curving up against his stomach. He spread his legs further, hoping to move things along now he was fully exposed. 

Sangdo took him up on that invitation, reaching into the beside cabinet in the hope that the staff had put some lube there had he had requested. Thank god. They had. 

Hojoon wasn't the only one that was getting desperate, Sangdo wanted this just as much. He shimmied his trousers down a little more, boxers following as he kicked them both off, Hojoon giggling softly at the prospect of finally being ed. 

", Sangdo," Hojoon grabbed onto the headboard behind him with one hand, in preparation for what was coming, "I've been thinking about this all day, just do it alre-"

He was cut off as Sangdo slipped a slicked up finger into him without any warning. ing finally. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as he adjusted to the sensation of having something inside him, only to have another finger pressed into him not long after. It stung, but that's exactly how Hojoon liked it, and it had been way too long since he'd had it rough. It wasn't exactly appropriate to have the headboard slamming against the wall with eleven kids in the house. But he was determined that take advantage of the fact the kids room was nowhere near them tonight. 

He didn't even try to hold back his moans as Sangdo scissored him open, briefly adding a third finger before retracing completely, leaving Hojoon feeling empty and with a pout on his lips. 

But not for long, Sangdo was slicked up and lined up at his entrance before he even had time to adjust. 

"You ready baby?"

"Yes!" Hojoon nodded, pushing his hips down, the tip of Sangdo’s pressing against him. "I need you in me!"

Sangdo lunged forwards; catching Hojoon’s bottom lip between his teeth, the way he spoke always got him going. He pushed his hips forward too, hands gripping onto Hojoon’s thighs, spreading them even further apart as he inched into the elder. 

"Ohmygodsangdo!" Hojoon’s words all merged together Sangdo moved inside of him. His arms wrapped around his husband's shoulders, pulling him down so their bodies were flush against another, a thin layer of champagne lace separating their chests. 

This was everything he had ever wanted, the man he loved more than anything making him feel like the most important person in the world. His head was spinning, eyes rolling back into his head as Sangdo ed into him. 

Hojoon’s cries of 'yes! ! sangdo! harder!' were driving Sangdo absolutely wild; he missed this so ing much, the obnoxiously loud screams. When they were younger he couldn't keep Hojoon quiet. 

"Joonie, you feel so good." He breathed out against the blondes lips, thumbs digging into his sharp hip bones to give him more leverage to into the elder even harder. 

Hojoon’s back arched off of the bed as Sangdo brushed up against that sweet spot inside of him, giving the younger the perfect opportunity to undo the clasp of his bralet. As amazing as Hojoon looked in it, he wanted it off; he wanted the intimacy of feeling his husband's skin against his. 

Hojoon could feel himself coming undone, legs wrapping around Sangdo’s waist to draw him in even closer, buried deep in his . 

"Baby, I'm really close." His voice was tight, trying his best to hold on, make it last just a little longer, but Sangdo was making that really difficult; pounding into his prostate, teeth nipping at his skin, fingers digging into his hips, stomach rubbing against the head of his untouched . He really couldn't take much more of this. 

Sangdo was close to breaking point too, breath becoming uneven, hips losing their rhythm. He rested his forehead against Hojoon’s, slowing down slightly, rutting into him in long, languid . He wanted Hojoon to feel every single inch of him. 

"Go on then, precious, come for me." 

Hojoon whimpered, Sangdo’s breath hot against his lips as he spoke, their noses bumping against each other, his eyes fluttering back open to look directly into his husband's eyes. 

Hojoon couldn't hold on any longer, giving in to the waves of pleasure rippling through his body, coming untouched in spurts across his and Sangdo’s torsos with a cry of the brunette’s name. Well, that was his suspender belt ruined. 

Sangdo groaned as Hojoon’s walls clamped down around him, impossibly tight around his . He was right on the edge, but the strained moans coming from a hypersensitive Hojoon as he ed into him were so y he couldn't bring himself to stop. 

"Sangdo, please I-" Hojoon dug his nails into the youngers back, his vision was blurring as Sangdo continued to rut into him. His body was tingling, every tiny movement intensifying his . 

He didn't even get to finish his sentence as Sangdo came inside of him. Hard. The sensation of his husband filling him only further enhanced his own , leaving angry crescent moons in the younger's toned back. 

They both tried to level their breathing, foreheads still pressed together as they came down from their s in tandem. 

Sangdo laughed softly against Hojoon’s lips as the elders grip on his shoulders softened, rubbing soothing circles into his abused skin. 

"God, I love you." 

He tilted his head to catch Hojoon’s lips in a languid kiss, there was still a sense of hunger behind it, there was no way he was done with him yet, but primarily it screamed love. He was madly in love with this tiny, y man and he couldn't get enough of his lips. 

Hojoon practically melted; he got ridiculously soft post-, lips falling apart to let his husband know. Sangdo’s kisses still managed to take his breath away, his cheeks flush and his heart race. He whined as the brunette pulled away, nipping at his bottom lip with his teeth. 

"I love you, too." 

Hojoon pulled Sangdo back into another deep kiss, tongues lapping against one another lazily. They both wanted more from each other, it was their wedding night after all, but this would do for now; a sort of pallet cleanser. 

"You ready for round two?" 

A low grown reverberated through Hojoon’s throat as the younger's fingers trailed down his chest. That was just a warm up, something slow and intimate before the fun really started. He was usually the one impatient for more, but he wasn’t exactly complaining.

“God yes, me like that dirty little you fell in love with.”