Thread: Arranged ( Ash Durn & New Age Frankenstein ) [NSFW... duh]

Sanit watched Victor lift his hand and press his lips to the back of it, his eyes locked on Sanit's. The arabian's breath caught in his throat, they were not like any eyes the boy was familiar with, and they were intense as they watched him, warming Sanit's blood. He shifted slightly where he stood, the red and golden slippers pinching his toes slightly. He smiled at Victor, a touch shyly but more eager than anything else. His husband to be was handsome, more handsome by far than Sanit had thought. His picture had done him little justice. He focused on little else, not the strange man his husband had chosen to marry them. Nor his young cousin holding aloft their rings. Instead he thought only of the warmth of Victor's hand, the feel of his lips touching the skin, his eyes so full of longing. Sanit understood that longing. He wanted nothing more than to be swept away by the other man. He was well aware that his father had given him the key to the belt locked around him. His father's idea, although Sanit had agreed to it...however it was a reluctant agreement he'd made when he'd been younger. It was what his father had said would help protect him. A ...just in case option. To prove that he had not sinned should he have been discovered. This, of course, had done nothing but rile Sanit up more and more. He was sure that the second his husband removed it from him...he would tackle him, and ride him until he was finally sated. He was sure he'd saved up enough to be had and have repeatedly for days on end. Sanit prayed Victor was able to satisfy him or else he might regret this arrangement. Sanit glanced up suddenly and in a mild moment of surprise as Victor was suddenly addressing him. Their vows! Of course! He made sure to pay attention, although he blushed slightly at the attention. He smiled with coy pleasure, tilting his head, jewelry tinkling as it shifted upon his ears and delicately woven into his veil. At the end he took a moment to clear his throat before he began to speak his own vows. I, Sanit, take you Victor to be my husband, my lover and companion from this day until the day I am accepted into Allah's embrace. I have hoped and longed for this day and pray, that like the storyteller and the sultan our love shall grow more each day we spend together. I shall care and love you each day of my life, regardless of your pain or my own. My hands will lift and support you, my heart will hold yours dearly, your dreams will be my ambitions, your desires mine to fulfill. From this day on I shall be yours, and you shall be mine. He breathed easier once he had finished, never very comfortable at public speaking. He smiled thankfully once he'd finished and listened attentively now to the priest. He said 'I do' to each humorous question, unsure how they related to a true marriage but enjoying the sentiment and ceremony anyway. When it came time at last to accept their rings Sanit shifted nervously, afraid his new husband would not appreciate the one he had chosen. He had said he did not like gold but instead silver. However, Sanit had found none he thought suitable save for one forged of titanium, gibeon meteorite, meteor forged metal and dinosaur bone. Victor had said he preferred interesting materials and not gemstones. His own ring was beautiful and Sanit gazed at it lovingly as Victor slid it upon his finger. It was...beautiful and dangerous and filled Sanit with a thrill of electricity as he stared into the snake's eye. He glanced up at his new husband and smiled as he reached for the one he'd chosen, nervously hoping that Victor liked it. It seemed so simple in comparison to the ring upon his own hand. Sanit felt like he was floating as he repeated the final words, hands shaking slightly as he said them, wondering if his voice quivered half as much as the rest of him. He hoped not, he did not want Victor to think that he did not want this, because he did so much. When it was declared that Sanit could kiss his husband he grinned, so pleased that he wanted to surge forward until Victor beat him to it. Sanit gave a soft moan of delight kissing the man back eagerly and then humming in pleasure as Victor deepened it, groped him, and making Sanit's head spin. He gasped and then laughed as he was lifted, falling back into the kiss with need. He hoped that Victor could not feel the heavy chastity belt wrapped around his hips, keeping him free from sin and indiscretion. As Victor set him back on his feet he laughed, hands slowly sliding down from around the man's neck. He took his arm happily, leaning his head against Victor's arm and laughing in pleasure. He had no doubt now that Victor could easily satisfy him, he did not even mind the way Victor's beards scratched against his face. If anything, Sanit enjoyed it. He walked with him, pressed to his side, almost snuggling against him as he grinned at his family. He lifted his chin high and shot them a smug glance. They may look away in embarrassment now...but they would all be jealous of him. He would have a wonderful life in America, doing whatever he liked, living the life he pleased...while they bowed and scraped to rules they did not even fully believe in. Sanit glanced up at his husband, still feeling smug, he was lucky to have been given to this man. And he planned to ensure that Victor knew just how grateful Sanit truly was. He may not have had a chance to touch himself or even be touched in return, but he had done a great deal of research...and had even bothered to attempt to practice a few things when his father's back had been turned. Although he was sure that fruit and vegetables were a poor substitute for whatever lied within his husband's pants.