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It turns out that, for all the fuss that was made about it, this dance is actually very boring.
This is only just barely a surprise; any event that requires chaperones is an event that Lindsay generally doesn't look forward to. But it is true. Lindsay has had maybe a bit too much to drink, by now — he's accustomed to Bacchanal rites; the feeling is hardly unfamiliar — and successfully slipped away from his chaperone, and yet it is still boring.
He stops touching his prick.
"Ash is my name," he says, "but if you're writing something down I have to be Ashley."
"Of course. But when I'm speaking to him face-to-face you'd rather I called you Ash?"
"Ash, then."
Pause. "I should really mention sooner rather than later, I am not actually in any but the loosest sense a member of a poetry society."
"A cult of Bacchus. And also a group of — I don't actually know if other people call it mollies if everyone involved is a submissive, but that's the word we've always used."
"I'm not sure there is another word. --Did you get time to sacrifice to Bacchus before the wedding?" His voice is concerned.
"Yes. With Leo, the night of the engagement." He's going to leave Leo being an atheist for later.
"Good. I don't much fancy the idea of beginning our marriage facing Bacchus's wrath."
"I didn't either." Ash is very warm and Lindsay very much enjoys cuddling him and is going to do more of it now.
Yes. Good. The letter is mailed and then there can be many cuddles.
He holds Ash very close and kisses him and calls him good boy, my good boy, my sweet thing, my precious thing and lets him melt.
Ash melts. He is so warm and peaceful and except for the obvious there is nothing hard about him at all.
"We should go to a molly-house," he says dreamily. "We can go in the back and you can watch me get used in skirts by four different doms, and finish me off yourself..."
He's tracing patterns on Ash's shoulder. "Could tie you up, and have you listen to me take care of Leo, and not touch you at all," he says quietly.
"No, touch me afterwards," he says. "It would make me so sad to not be touched at all."
"Mm. And it'd be a waste not to cuddle you while you're all sweet like this," he agrees, and kisses him.
"At least they know that I'm yours," Lindsay says into Ash's shoulder.
"We should spend all day in bed cuddling and having sex," Ash announces, "and then tomorrow I can meet Leo."
"Yes. We should."
He makes a mental note to write Leo that afternoon and tell him about this plan, and then goes right back to cuddling Ash.
My dearest Lindsay,
[A couple of lines scratched out to the point of unreadability.]
I am of course happy to meet your new husband whenever it can be arranged.
Your Leo
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