Yoichi is a lucky, lucky man. He doesn't need the reminders from the countless accolades he'd amassed in his career to remind him of it.

Standing here, in the middle of their honeymoon suite, with his entire world encompassed by the weight of you cradled in his arms after he had insisted on carrying you across the threshold, is all the reminder that he needs.

Sometimes, he thinks that he must have used up all his remaining luck in life to have been able to meet you. But he can say with full confidence that this was luck well spent.

This. This feeling of pure elation, a sensation that was more potent than the rosé that he'd toasted to earlier in the banquet hall. A feeling of love that was so intoxicating that he could feel his adrenaline spike just from the mere thought of what was to come from it. Of their union, their marriage, their awaiting consummation.

One thing was for certain: Tonight he and she were husband and wife.

"Hah..." he breathes softly, grinning goofily as he sets you down on the plush sheets of the bed, crawling over you and losing a shoe in the process. "Do you know how long I was waiting for this?"

He presses an open-mouthed kiss on the spot just below his ear and against your jaw. "I think..." he mumbles, his hand finding itself beneath the voluminous fabric of your wedding gown, "that maybe I deserve to uphold certain wedding traditions like..."

Yoichi's fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh, skimming against smooth skin before they found their prize. He grinned against your skin as he pulled the material taut and felt it snap against bare skin, causing you to flinch. "Working this garter off your gorgeous thigh."

He slides down between your legs, feeling the rush of blood through his veins (and surprisingly straight to his cock) as he rucks the silk and stiff tulle up to expose stocking-clad legs.

Yoichi is tempted to whistle but holds his tongue. How he adores seeing those legs all wrapped up for him like a present waiting to be unveiled. He's going to enjoy opening this present, alright.

And the pièce de résistance? The ivory scalloped bridal garter made from an intricate arrangement of lace, rhinestones, and beads circled beautifully around your thigh.

Yoichi resists the urge to dive right in like some sort of bumbling caveman. "Baby," he groans, biting his lower lip. "Is this all for me?"

As if to answer his own question, he delves back in beneath your skirts, rucking your leg over his shoulder, running his lips against your inner thigh before he stops short with his teeth brushing against the lace of your garter.

"..." he moans once more. "I'm going to blow your mind..."

Just one thing. During that entire exchange, Yoichi hardly noticed it. He'd failed to notice the fact that the hook had snagged itself on the intricate beadwork by your gown's waist.

It's not until he tries to move down further that he's inexplicably stopped short.

"—" he tried to straighten up, but the tie pulled taut, practically choking him. He flailed, half trapped in the layers of her skirt, as the lace stretched dangerously. " wait—"

Yoichi tried to move your leg off to correct it, but the lace pulled tighter. The pressure around his neck made him gag and sent him colliding further into layers of tulle while his buzzed brain tried to make sense of how to work himself loose without damaging the entire dress.