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[ Good.

The thrumming of pure warmth, elation, fondness, attraction hit Intensity like a wall -- just like King physically hitting him as he throws his weight at him, dragging him into a rough kiss. ]

[Down they go on a heap on the floor, Intensity laughing (or perhaps wheezing is more accurate) as his kisses back, sloppy and unfocused. Caring much more about the warmth coming though the bond, tightening his grip on their tangled hands, and reaching up to place his other hand at the nape of King's neck. A reflexive motion to make sure King doesn't hit his head.

And well---

Intensity's feelings are, for perhaps the first time ever, strangely less complicated than King's.

He's just happy.]

[ Intensity? Happy?

Is this a never-before-seen feat?

King grins into the kiss, and it takes him at least two tries to pull away enough to speak. ]

Do I get to peel you out of this outfit?

[He arches up to follows King retreat, but then pauses as he speaks. Takes a brief moment to glance above King's head - back at the altar.]

Yes. However patience, Your Excellency.

[And he taps a finger to King's lips in time with his words]

There. is. just. one. more. thing.

[ Maybe King finally understands Intensity's confusion that night he gave him the ring and the thumbdrive.

What could be more important???? ]

What . . . ?

Since you're already wearing my ring, I had to think of something else worthy of the occasion.

[Intensity lifts his hand from the back of King's head (perhaps a little disappointed that he's showing this card up his sleeve now) -- and with the familiar silver-blue spark of technomagic, three of the golden roses on the altar practically fly into his hand.

As if by magic--- I mean, magnets.

And presents them to King]

Hold these for me.

[ He blinks at the roses when they seemingly just appear in Intensity's hand, then glances over his shoulder at the altar.

He reaches out to take them, of course, but he's still clearly taken aback. ]

Is this -- a new toy of yours?

[He lets King hold two, tucking the third one above King's ear]

Not as satisfying as your Buddy Bond upgrade, but it does what I need it to do.

[Intensity reaches up to trace the petals on the rose above King's ear, the metal twisting and reshaping at his touch. Ah, good ol' metal-bending.]

This one, too.

[ --!!

He can feel the metal moving more than see it, but the concept is pretty clear. ]

Ah . . .

[ Having metal move around (seemingly of its own accord) on your head is unnerving, did you know ]

[Intensity pauses, the back of his hand trailing down King's cheek as he tries to draw his attention away from the metal]

Would you rather see it?

[ He blinks in surprise, then shakes his head. ]

No. I trust you.

[Intensity just looks at King for a moment, hand trailing down his jaw.

And then with a shake of his own head, he plucks the second rose from King's grasp, placing it over King's other ear. The metal twists much like the first, curling around the back of the ear to keep it in place but also fanning out like wings at the corners of his vision.

The third rose is taken and pressed against his forehead, a little cool to the touch as it is used the bridge the other two gold pieces.]

[ He traces his fingers along the new formation for a moment, curious--

And then his breath catches. ]

Did you--?

You're so sentimental, Pharaoh. Choosing your Egyptian gods as your companions. Maybe this time you can wear it without succumbing to its weight.

[Trailing his own fingers over the eye of Horus]

It's time it belonged to you instead of the other way around.

[ He swallows a little thickly, then reaches up to catch that hand with his. ]

Being crowned by you instead of the gods is indeed very different.

[Sliding his fingers against King's. Poor thing. Is he feeling a feeling?

. . .Good.]

Of course.

My reasons are much simpler than theirs.

[And he tightens his grip on King's hand]

It just looks good on you.

[ Of course.

. . .

Just laughs, fondly, his fingers tightening around Intensity's.

Yes, that's a crown with significantly less weight to it. ]

[He's not sure what's so amusing, but as long as King seems to be enjoying himself. He wraps one arm around King's waist, pulling him close to his chest as he brushes a kiss against one of the crown's wings.

Less weight indeed]

[ He's more than happy to be pulled close, fingers curling possessively in Intensity's sleeve with the hand that isn't clamped on his.

But after a long moment, he smirks. ]

I can guess what the extra level would have been.

[Completely deadpan:]

Oh no. I've become predictable. Guess I'll have to do better next time.

And the next time. And the next time. Until I finally catch you completely off-guard.

How long do you think that will take?

[ That earns a laugh ]

I'm not sure . . . you really outdid yourself with this one.

[ His fingers idly brush one of the gold wings at his temple ]

It might be difficult to top.

[Lightly stroking the scales at the small of King's back. No wait, that's definitely more of a possessive stroking.]

Lucky you. I only chase after perfection.

[With one last glance up at the crown, he so graciously adds:]

You may continue with whatever you were attempting before.

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