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Text: You underestimate how much a pretty face can make the fully visible brain working more attractive. Trust me, you've yet to say anything that detracts from your pretty - well, everything. Yes, thank you, I wasn't gonna say that exactly, but I'm glad you get it! Yeah... we were both switches, in the end it was almost more of a coin toss over who would claim who.

Text: Tbf, I'm not sure who wouldn't get on his nerves at some point or another. It's probably more about learning to surf the waves, weather the storm. Wyatt was claimed to one of my triplet brothers before, did you know that? Felt like at the end, they were walking on eggshells around one another. Like both were on defensive. I can't remotely know what makes him happy, but I feel like I got a pretty good front row seat to what doesn't make him happy, if that helps?

Text: I just realized I didn't know what you were planning on designing. Are we talking houses? Businesses? Because I dunno how interesting I could make a big business building, though I suppose I sure could try my hand at it.

Text: Yeah, I think I'm kind of incapable of thinking before I speak, so it usually happens all at the same time. Whoever's on the receiving end basically gets a first-hand look at how my brain functions, so it's not pretty. I mean I'm very pretty, but my brain - not so much. Got it! You're the OG!couple so don't compare you guys with anyone else. That's really cool that you were able to find someone that was able to satisfy all your needs.

Text: Well even my big-brained thinking doesn't always make sense. Why did I start singing that matchmaker song all of a sudden??? Lol... I wish I could snag a Dominant like Sir Wyatt. I'll admit that my face is a good one, but I'll also admit that I know that I'd get on his nerves after a prolonged period of time.

Text: Exactly! Plus, since I'd be designing the places from the ground up, you'd pretty much have a blank slate to work with.

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Text: You have a very nice brain that is perfectly capable of making sense! But if you need to talk it out until you get there, that's fine too. Well, FIRST of all, it was Thomas and Orion before there ever was a Harrison and Wyatt or a Harrison and Kai ;) We're our own thing, to be sure. I would never want to submit to anyone else again and I'm pretty sure I satisfy any dom-instinct he has. And vice versa. You could always go super fancy and call me Sir Orion, but only in private because we might both get looks if you did!

Text: "Don't ask me to make sense" "Big-brained future thinking." You cute, contradictory cherub. Ooh, and architect? Well, no, technically we couldn't get into business together, BUT, if you happened to get into a claim with strong ties to my own, say, a brother of my Dominant, for example, I am sure they'd both be permissive enough to sign off on that. Just for fodder of your big-brained future plans, I mean.

Text: I'm sure I'd enjoy interior design... it's basically like makeovers but for furniture/rooms. @luka-astor

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Though Orion could have happily forgotten everything else but Thomas's lips indefinitely, he also always found it especially arousing when Thomas started making move where he couldn't immediately guess the outcome of, like now. He went along with his movements, only to find himself being turned away and bent over. Certainly a desirable position. The pool of liquid poured onto his back was a unique experience that he had to resist the urge to squirm from the sensation, not necessarily wanting it to go anywhere Thomas wasn't planning for. Having the rum licked from his skin made it tingle pleasantly, goosebumps arising on his skin as he hummed. Perhaps he should have expected the next bit, and he sort of did once he heard what Thomas said, but it was still an experience in itself to feel the liquid pouring so specifically down over his hole. Biting into his lip as his muscles there twitched, it wasn't long until he was moaning and pushing his hips back against Thomas's mouth. "Yes, that's- exactly- what your mouth- should be doing," He said between short gasps.

Orion's lips always tasted wonderful, but the hint of rum that linger on them made them extra enticing to Thomas. He wanted to make sure that he got his fill, so he licked his way into Orion's mouth so that he could deepen the kiss. The craving for more than just Orion's lips quickly became too intense, so Thomas lifted him just slightly off his feet so that he could move them both closer to the ottoman. Once he reached his destination, Thomas gave Orion one last deep kiss before setting him down on his feet, turning him around, and pushing his shoulders down so that he was bent over the ottoman. With his husband now in position, Thomas grabbed the bottle of alcohol that was still in Orion's hand and poured a generous shot right in the divot that was made with his arched back. He quickly bent down to lick up the rum, making to sure to tongue his tongue over Orion's back when most of the alcohol was gone. "And now we get to what my mouth should really be doing..." After he made his intentions known, Thomas walked behind the other man and dropped to his knees. Using one hand, Thomas parted his husband's cheeks and then lightly poured the rum down his ass crack. Thomas leaned in and stuck out his tongue so that he could capture all the liquid. When he mouth was filled, he stopped pouring, swallowed what was in his mouth, and then moved his tongue up along Orion's crack. Thomas teased Orion's hole with the tip of the tongue for a few moments before he started to ease his tongue inside.

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Text: Hello again, Sir. I mean I know you're a submissive so you told me to just call you Orion, but it still feels weird so hopefully the Sir doesn't bother you too much. If not, I'll definitely try to stop. Also, if it does bother you, is that because you miss being a Dominant? I know you don't regret your claim with Sir Thomas - or at least it doesn't seem like it - but do you ever miss taking control of someone?

Text: Shit.. Typed all that and still didn't get to the whole reason why I messaged you in the first place... So I know you mainly just focus on makeup and clothes, but have you ever thought about interior design?

Text: Why should not calling me Sir feel weird to you? All you've ever known me as is a submissive, and I didn't hear you calling Kai "Sir," though if I did I would just think a little somethin'-somethin' must going on on the side... anyway, please, call me Orion. It doesn't "bother" me, but it does feel both impersonal and makes that side want to come out. Oh, sweet Curls, that implies that I don't still take control ;) Thomas and I were both Switches, and in our private life that is often still the case. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been good with the roles officially reversed, but he IS better with money than me, so it probably is easier having all of that in his name. Less red tape.

Text: I mean, yeah, to some extent I definitely have. Why? Trying to spruce up your place?

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Making a mental note of Thomas's non-agreement, he tucked that information away for later, since it wasn't immediately pertinent. Eventually, before they left, sure, but he had already considered him patient enough traveling to get here. Now that they were in a sunny paradise, he wasn't going to waste any more time keeping his hands - or any other part of his body - to himself. Thomas certainly took his time getting to it, but Orion could easily imagine that he had been distracted, as he himself would be if the roles were reversed, so he couldn't blame him in the least. He drew the bottle away from his lips and swallowed what was in his mouth as the warm tongue made him shiver on its way up, enjoying how slow and thorough it felt. Letting out a noise of pleasure when Thomas hit on some erogenous spot on his neck, he looped his free arm around his shoulders and eagerly kissed him back, pressing his bare torso to his husband's still clothed one. His hand slid up into Thomas's hair and gripped it loosely.

When Orion pointed out that he felt a honeymoon wasn't the right time to involve other people in their sex life, Thomas just shrugged. They obviously didn't agree on that point, but Thomas wasn't going to push for anything that Orion wasn't comfortable with. Now that they had settled on the alcohol of choice, Thomas continued to watch his husband closely to see what he was planning to do next. He was curious if Orion was going to just grab the bottle or actually take the time to mix them drinks. Out of the two of them, Orion was usually the least patient, so Thomas didn't think that he'd waste that much time. However, during their time together Thomas had learned to never try to anticipate what the other man would do. Even though Thomas could endure stretching things out more than his husband, he was very pleased to see that Orion just grabbed the bottle, along with a few glasses, and headed back towards him. He was a bit perplexed when the other man stopped before he got to him, but luckily, it didn't take too long to figure out what Orion had planned. Thomas was mesmerized by the liquid running down Orion's body for a few seconds before he quickly realized that he needed to actually move his body. "With pleasure..." By the time that Thomas propelled himself off the bed, the rum had reached Orion's stomach, so he had to bend quite a bit to reach the bottom of the alcohol trail. Thomas then slowly licked his way up Orion's body all the way to his neck before capturing Orion's lips in a deep kiss.

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The answer did surprise Orion, and he let it show on his face, though there was clearly amusement in his expression. "Not at all what I was expecting you to say, but good to know. Ironically, this place seems perfect for that, but... the occasion? Maybe a little less so." He chuckled, searching in the bar. The suggestion was well timed, since his gaze had just slid past the rum, so he looked back at it and picked up the bottle and a couple glasses from the bar. "Beautiful suggestion, I don't know why I didn't think of it myself." Strolling back to the bed, letting Thomas enjoy the sight, he then climbed onto the bed with his knees and moved to straddle his lap. Even fully clothed, Thomas propping himself up on his arms was obnoxiously hot, so much so, that Orion just sighed and turned at the waist, setting the drinks down on an ottoman by the bed. "Fuck that, too pedestrian," He said as he opened up the bottle. "You want a drink? Come get a taste." He took a swig of it himself and purposefully spilled some down over his chin which began to run down his neck and chest.

When Orion asked for more clarification about a certain phrase that he had used, Thomas couldn't help but to smirk. While they both obviously had friends in New York, and now in Columbus, they didn't have any friends that they were that close to. They could also attend one of the numerous sex clubs to explore other sexual options, but just the thought of how potentially unhygienic those places were made them a no-go for Thomas. But now that they were in paradise... Thomas was open to exploring their options but only if Orion was. "I'm just saying... If we stumble upon someone or someones who we both find attractive, I wouldn't mind seeing if they wanted to play... But of course, only if you're interested as well." As he was laying on the bed, Thomas propped himself up on his elbows so that he could get a better view as Orion walked over to the bar. He was way more focused on his husband's now bare ass than on what he was being asked, but he at least was able to catch the question. "Might was well go full tropical and go for rum."

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Narrowing his eyes at the word choice, he had to chuckle, wetting his lips. "Good thing you clarified, because after talking about clothes, or lack there of, "show me off" does take on a different meaning. "For the most part," though?" He questioned, curious if that was Thomas trying to be permissive or to give into a kink that he didn't usually have opportunity anymore now they didn't live in dormitories. Orion's interest was of course heavily dependent on Thomas's intentions. Perhaps they were a little too in sync sometimes, because when Thomas was just vague enough with his answer, Orion gave into that same instinct that his husband had successfully fought off silently moments before. "Mmm, of course." He nodded, his fingers curling into his pants, seductively removing them from his hips and stepping out of them... before strolling toward what looked like a bar. "Scotch? Or should I break out something more tropical? Tequila?" As he wanted for an answer, he removed his socks and underwear, leaving his clothes strewn about the room.

Even though Orion said that 'clothes were incidental', he was still somewhat weary of Orion's insistence of not unpacking. While Thomas has always been the one that is more of a stickler for order, Orion was the one that cared about clothing way more than he did. However, his husband did have a good point in that best honeymoons lacked clothes most of the time. "I do want to show you off at least once or twice while we're here, but for the most part, I do want your naked self all to myself." Thomas' first thought as he back hit the mattress was 'of fuck, this is an expensive mattress' but his focus was quickly shifted back to Orion with the other man's words and motions. He was half tempted to be a shit and request an actual drink, but he didn't feel like being cruel to either one of them. "You know damn well what I'm thirsty for..."

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Sighing at the second tease in as many minutes, Orion playfully shushed him as he toed off his shoes. "No, hey, we're past that, we're past it. Clothes are incidental in this place. They're in case we decide to try anything else the resort has to offer outside of this." He waved around at their little "villa," as he approached Thomas. He grasped his new husband by the unfortunately still clothed waist and angled him, walking him backward. "Now, there are plenty better things I can think of your mouth to be doing than to jape. For one, I could be oh-so accommodating and make us a drink. Or, if you're thirsty for something else," Orion trailed off as he pushed Thomas down by the shoulder to sit on the bed before his hands returned to undressing himself, drawing his belt from it's loops with a suggestive snap before tossing it aside and undoing his pants.

As Orion mentioned that dream!Thomas would also most likely pinch his ass, Thomas couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw Orion in person. It was in one of their classes together, and Thomas had the beautiful view of seeing his now husband in ass-less pants. And while he obviously enjoyed the view, Thomas was also curious about the experience of sitting in their hard chairs with no fabric as a barrier. Thomas was quickly shook out of his memories as Orion pulled his shirt from his body and dropped it on the floor. After all these years, the sight of his submissive stripping was still one of the most beautiful things that Thomas saw, and even though they were surrounded by literal paradise, his eyes were focused solely on his husband. He was tempted to follow suit and start to take off his own clothes, but he wanted to watch any show that Orion might decide to put on for him. "As long as you don't hang up anything that you take off, I'll let it slide."

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Though at first the prospect of accepting the wedding gift seemed impossible, as time grew closer, bonds strengthened, and the idea of getting to relax in the sun with Thomas on someone else's dime got more and more appealing, Orion was at the point of only the passing thought of how he needed to reiterate his thanks to his parents. Now, however, was the last time to be thinking about anything or anyone else. Now was their time. Getting a pleasant jolt from the pinch, he chuckled. "Not sure you wouldn't also do that to me in a dream, but it'll do." With Thomas telling him not to say unpacking, he quirked a brow at him, since that sounded much more like a Thomas suggestion to him than something he himself would say, but instead of saying anything right away, he started to strip. "Does this count as unpacking?" He questioned, tossing his shirt to the floor.

While Thomas was somewhat hesitant at first to accept Orion's parents very generous offer of gifting them an extravagant honeymoon, all his hesitation flew out the window. Even though they both tried their hardest to try to mitigate any stress their wedding may cause, it was still a lot of work. Orion took on way too much as usual to try to create looks for all their guests, and the surprise appearance of his mother - even in video form - made this getaway in paradise much needed for both of them. Thomas was just a stunned at the place of as Orion was, but his husband was the first one to vocalize just how he felt as he took in the beautiful surroundings that they were going to enjoy for the whole week. At Orion's request, Thomas approached him and gave him a firm pinch right on his ass cheek. "Now for the hard part... What the hell do we want to do first? And unpacking better not be your answer."

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Tropical Paradise

So far, from the movement of leaving the larger, international plane to getting into a seaplane to take them to their particular resort island, Orion had been rather speechless over all the natural beauty of the archipelago, but it still felt like a dream when it was at a distance, so it didn't fully hit him until he'd truly stopped moving. This was after they were taken to their own villa by a very nice employee who spent a good part of the time reiterating the attractions and several different things they could do at the resort. Once the employee let them know how to contact them for anything, they were on their way, finally leaving Orion aware of his own stunned silence as he thoughtlessly rolled his luggage after him around the villa, out finally to the deck and the view of their own personal infinity pool, and bright blue water as far as the eye could see. "Holy fuck... I feel like we walked into another reality." He tore his eyes away in search of a beauty that was much more common in his reality, his husband. "Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming." @thomassylvester

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Comfy travel clothes. Eureka Springs, here we come! 10/26/23

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While I'm not opposed to interesting sex toys - that is, if we can find any we haven't tried or wanted to try - I decided I'd rather not put it on a public registry my parents will see. I'll be letting them more into my life more than I'm used to, any more than that right now and I think I'll feel a little too exposed. That sort of buttoned-up-to-the-top talk probably sounds weird coming from me, but I think we both know my failings with being normal and comfortable around my parents by now. I'll definitely save those ideas for Christmas.

Hey, I'm open to putting on some interesting sex toys on it. Make our honeymoon even more spicy than it will be. But on a serious note, are you sure there isn't anything else you want to add? We may not get the more 'out there' items, but there's no law against adding them just in case. Plus, it will give me good ideas for Christmas gifts for you as well...

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I know I said I wanted to help with the registry, but I changed my mind. You and your much more reasonable brain have done a perfect job, anything I could even remotely think of was too boring or too out there. Also, I think we can finally get a cat, in November some time. Once we pull ourselves out of a honeymoon sex stupor. Or, in other words, when you're required back at work. @thomassylvester

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Text: Alumni meet? As in graduated people coming and swimming? Won't any of those be older than you? Eh, you'll have to tell me if any of them are, I'm sure I will only be able to focus on you!

Text: Don't worry, only you're allowed to take advantage of me. But I will get something in writing.

Text: Ahhh... yes, I'm with you now. First meet almost exactly a month from now, so you'll have plenty to come and see. The very first one is basically an intrasquad meet, so it's the team just competing against each other. However, the next day is the alumni meet, so you'll actually get to see me race and hopefully kick some of these young guys' asses. Point taken.

Text: Of course you have my blessing. I love getting to see your work, so I'm excited to see what you come up with for her. Just make sure you get something in writing with her because I don't want her taking advantage of you.

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Text: True, I might be, I assumed it meant there'd be a lot of meets for me to go to, but perhaps that wasn't what you meant. Also, who said I planned on dealing with the mess? ;P

Text: So was that you okaying it? Because I would like your blessing, even without the whole roles legality business. Obvs I want you to feel good about anything I'm doing.

Text: You might be reading too much into that because all I meant is that we have some strong swimmers with a lot of potential, so it's honestly pretty boring. While I always love your cooking, if you don't want to deal with the mess, then I will pick something up.

Text: That was obviously a test, so you passed. Well she obviously has taste to want you to help her out, so she at least has that going for her. Once everyone here see's what you can do, you'll have everyone in Ohio wanting you to help them out.

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Text: I am interested and excited to find out what that even means. Though, I assume it's a lot more of that unique "whistle in an indoor pool" experiences for me! Ugh, here I was trying to unburden myself of choices and you have to go be all lovely and considerate. I think we have enough around I can think something up.

Text: Like I'm a fool enough to talk about illegal jobs through text... but seriously though, so, it's an influencer who lives here in Columbus and heard of me through a friend in NYC. She wants to pay me to be her wardrobe consultant and MUA. Not a steady job, by any means, but it has some potential to either expand or branch out.

Text: It was good. We have a nice crop of swimmers this year, so I think we'll be really competitive. And it's totally up to you... If you don't feel like cooking, then I'll pick something up.

Text: Consider me curious. As long as it brings in some money and not all that illegal, then I'm down. Lord knows we're coming down to the wire on the wedding.

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Text: So, how was first practice of the semester? :) Also, are you bringing something home for dinner or should I start fixing something?

Text: I did have an interesting "job" offer that I want to run by you, too.

Text: The quotations make it sound sus, but I just mean I dunno that there'll be any W2s from it. @thomassylvester