They slept through the plane's ride to their honeymoon. They were staying in Spain for three days before going back to France. Four guards needed to come with them for protection, but it was going to be just them and Apple. There was much to do such as opening wedding gifts, trying food, and more. 

It was nighttime when they arrived. They were going to go out, but they could tell the guards were exhausted, so they decided to stay in the hotel. It was a beautiful one. Their room was a bright yellow that looked brown in the dark, one large bed, a balcony, a kitchen, and a bathroom. They looked up at the stars from the ceiling.

"Hey, Franny?" They were holding hands.

"Yesss?"

"I have an idea." He had a grin on his face. "Let's snuck off somewhere."

"Nooo." He pulled Lloyd closer to his side. "We'll get in trouble. We don't want that."

"You're too good." He felt a hand going down his pants. "Wow."

"What??" His freckled arm wrapped around him. "If you want, of course." He blushed wildly when his balls were grabbed.

"Gladly!"

François didn't have to lift a finger. Lloyd ripped his clothes off and was beginning to get naked.

"Wait!" His voice was cracking. "Let me do stuff!"

"Oh?" His voice deepened as he undid his buttons. "If you're sure. But I want to show you something I got."

He went to grab something from his suitcase. François was told not to look. He waited maybe ten seconds before he felt Lloyd on top of him and poking his thighs. He opened his eyes and almost came.

"LOUNGE?!" Lloyd shushed him and laughed. "Oh my God, oh my God!!"

"It's your favorite color." He laid next to François. He was wearing a lace short nightgown. It didn't cover his ass, which was perfect. "I got more, but this is just the eh one."

"Eh?!" He touched his hip. "Babe, this looks so hot." The other smiled, his teeth showing.

"Are you going to do something about it?" He rubbed his chest hairs. He never shaves that curly shit.

"Yes..."

Quietly, as to not embarrass themselves again, François flipped him over and began to thrust. Lloyd moaned and moved up and down. He had fingers for a reason, and he certainly knew how to use it. The other had to bite down on the blanket as he was getting fingered, feeling a warm and wet feeling. After that, he thrusted the front. The shorter hugged his neck and gave him hickies in between moans. He finished in about three minutes.

"That was fun." François picked him up and began to carry him to the bathroom.

"Yeah." Half-asleep, he heard the water running. "We taking a bath together?"

"Yeah, just a quick one." He turned off the water and laid in with Lloyd. He cleaned himself and him. He sighed and kissed his face. "I'm happy we're married."

"Hm, me too." He yawned. "I get to be married to someone beautiful."

"I get to be married to a sleepyhead." He was dozing off. "Ready to get out?"

He nodded. François placed him in bed and covered his naked body with the thin hotel blanket, his scarred legs being the only thing visible. He was fast asleep before the other was able to put on boxers and pull him into a cuddle. He fell asleep shortly after.

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They woke up late. They had to rush to get ready so they could go to Reina Sofía on time. The guards drove them there as François waved out the window, Lloyd humming to a song he didn't understand and looking out to the green and colorful view of squeezed together houses and trees. He kissed his freckled cheek as the wind blew their hair around.

"You look so pretty right now!" François laughed, the wind getting his eyes watery. "Damn, boy!"

"Aww, don't make me blush!" He held Lloyd's hands as he kissed his cheeks. "Ahh, I'm so excited!"

"Me too!"

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They spent the day in the museum, taking photos and laughing. They later went to a restaurant to meet some delegates. They were both still in their jeans and button downs. Apple couldn't come, but they'll bring her leftovers. They had an English translator help them read the menu and talk to the people there. They ordered tortilla española and spoke as they waited.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."

"Please call me prince, if you may." François blushed slightly as he drank coke. Lloyd rarely spoke English, for his voice sounded very child-like when he did. His voice was notably high due to his condition, but his voice somehow got even higher when he spoke English. It almost sounded like a toddler's. He's been told it's weird in a sense, so he spoke French and Korean mostly. But at times like this, his husband can't help but find it endearing.

"Prince Lloyd and Prince François," the redhead smiled at them.  "we wish you a blessed marriage, and we're very happy to have you in our country for our honeymoon."

"Your country is very great. We love the weather."

They realized they were acting French when they both held their fork and spoon like little idiots. They blushed and apologized before putting them down. The food came shortly after. It was huge compared to the plates in France. François could only finish half, Lloyd barely made a mark on his plate.

One of the delegates was speaking to a man next to the table. Suddenly, all four of them and the man were shouting. The translator whispered what they were saying. Lloyd tapped François' thigh and gave him the "we're talking shit later" look. The guards told them they needed to leave as one of the other delegates stood up and walked over to the man. They stood up and got ready to leave when the man flew over his table to fight, cups of water and plates falling to the floor. They left before things got worse.

In the car, they kept quiet, glancing at each other and giggling. Marie texted Lloyd, telling him she heard what happened and that the delegates would be punished for their foolishness. At the hotel, François gave Apple the rest of his food, and they sat in the bedroom with Lloyd's plate on the bed. They finally laughed.

"Girl, what the fuck!" Lloyd exclaimed through his laugh. "Shit was wild!"

"The guy kinda looked like Superman when he like flew!"

"It didn't help that I was talking like a toddler." He blushed, covering his mouth and laughing.

François stroked his forehead, feeling tiny pimples under his fingers. "It's cuteee."

The other sucked his lips and looked away, blushing. "You're not helping, Franny."

"But you're cuteee." He booped his nose. "So cuteee."

"Oh my gosh, we need to open the wedding presents!"

There were many. François started off by opening the red envelopes from the Doh side. There was over ten thousand dollars. From the Dauphiné side, more money, jewish shit, and clothes. A few of the delegates and senators that came gave the best gifts. Diamonds, books, gold, and paintings. Their favorite was a gift from Denmark. It was a painting of Passion by Francisco Soria Aedo.

They couldn't stop staring at it. Something about the lightheartness of the painting reminded them of their own lives. They were in love and everything felt so pretty and lively.

"Her smile looks like yours." Lloyd smiled when the other said that, his overbite showing. "What a beautiful smile." He hugged him close. "I love it."

"Thank you, darling." He couldn't stop smiling when he felt a soft kiss on his face. Everything was so good, it will always be good with him around.

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The next day, after another busy night, they went to see a show at Teatro Real. It was three hour show that left them both moved and smiling. Afterwards, they went to Capricho Park. Many pictures were taken and they played fetch with Apple, the tiny dog falling asleep eventually on Lloyd's lap. They sat on the grass beside the statue.

"I got you a present, sweetheart."

"Wo, Me too. You go first."

The taller kissed the other's pale hands before putting a ring on his long finger. It was a lovely sliver ring full of sapphires and blue diamonds. He gasped and hugged François as the ring shined in the sunlight. He then giggled from embarrassment, covering his mouth.

"I don't think the thing I got you compares to this, Franny." He kissed his cheek, feeling his peachfuzz. "You promise not to be mad?"

"Why would I ever be mad over a present?"

He smiled nervously at him, his heart beating from shyness. He pulled out a box from his bag and slowly gave him the 1,000+ Lego set he got at the giftshop. François gasped and happily reached out for it, awning at the big Lego spaceship on the box. Lloyd was apologizing, saying he thought he would buy him a stuffed animal or something. He was absolutely delighted, it was so big!

"Oh my God, this is great! We could make Legos together!" François kissed his face as his husband laughed.

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They decided to eat at home. François was baking cake as Lloyd tried helping in the kitchen. He got eggshells in the batter, dropped the milk, but it was so much more fun with him. He got to talk with him and sing little madeup songs as they danced in the kitchen with no music other than their voices.

"Lloydie." He said when the cake was done. "Do you want to take it out the oven?"

"What if I burn myself?"

"I'll help you."

He opened the oven and put oven mits on their hands. He put his hands over his as they took it out together. Lloyd was excited, this was the first time he ever baked something. The other took out the frosting he made. The pale one broke the top of the cake, so François had to frost it.

"Sorry I broke it, I didn't mean to." He hugged him.

"It's ok, silly." He kissed the top of his head. "I know something you could do."

He gave him strawberries and blueberries. Lloyd put them on and around the cake. It was very nice, and it tasted nice too. He gave the dog and the guards some. They decided to relax in bed, they had lots to do tomorrow. Lloyd was wearing a silk black lounge, much longer than the one from before. François was rubbing his back, looking at the cream-colored ceiling. The other was smiling at him, what was he thinking about? Was he thinking about how handsome his husband was?

Suddenly, François said, "Those Legos are going to be so fun to build."

"Bra."

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They woke up late, cuddled together. They got ready to go Teatros del Canal. They got to have good seats. François was hugging Lloyd's arm, laying his head on his shoulder. They dressed like royalty. The redhead was wearing a suit and smelling like roses. Lloyd was wearing light makeup, and God did his husband like it. He had a fifties style black dress while wearing white gloves, white stockings, pearl jewelry, and black high heels. He found himself being drawn to dresses lately. He didn't mind it, though, it made him feel pretty.

The flamenco show ended after an hour. In another hour, the two were at an old-fashioned movie theater. Lloyd especially liked it, he got to smoke. They watched The Wanton of Spain, thank God for English subtitles. François slid his hand to touch Lloyd's thigh, who grinned at him.

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Later that night, they were taken on a plane back home to France. François was playing with his Legos on the floor, halfway through building a spaceship as Lloyd was watching a movie on the small TV.

"Baby," Lloyd sat on the ground and moved closer to him as François put two Legos together. "did you have a nice honeymoon?"

He looked up at him, smiling. "Yeah! We did so many fun things! Did you have a good time?"

"Of course! I think we should go again one day."

"What if-" he wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "-we travel the whole world one day? We've always been to so many places. Why not more?"

"Oh my gosh, that sounds perfect." He looked into his eyes, grinning. "I could see the whole world in your eyes."

"Stoppp." They kissed. "I can't wait for the rest of our lives together."

"Me too." Lloyd kissed his head and shoved a chocolate bar in his mouth. "Love you."

He ate a piece before shoving the bar back in his mouth. "Love you more."