Pietro Boselli by Ollie Ali for CR MEN

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Pietro Boselli by Ollie Ali for CR MEN
the sheets were as much a tangled mess as the pair within them. eyes turned up in reverence, chris’s mouth pressed kisses across sebastian’s chest. “good morning.” he said, his voice husky, his teeth peeking out of a sleepy smile.
all he can do is groan and stretch , a wide yawn as he turns to face him . sebastian smiles when he sees chris do the same . ❝ good morning yourself . ❞
SEB MORAN → HAIR GOALS
@sacrificeial said: catches seb snoozing on the couch, lays down in his lap an nuzzles his tummy
INSTINCT WAKES HIM , causes him to stir , eyes to flutter half-open upon feeling the new pressure on his body additive and positive , not unwelcome or unwarranted . he doesn’t remember dozing off , head against the back of the couch , but it’s SUNDAY . nothing to do , nowhere to be , nothing but a gloomy sky and the sound of their dogs , all asleep , snoring down the hall . sebastian smiles as he looks down to see dmitri there , joining him on the couch . he runs his fingers through his lover’s messy head of curls and smooths a thumb back and forth along his brow . sebastian sighs , settles . lets himself relax again . his thumb travels down and caresses dmitri’s cupid’s bow . ❝ take a nap with me , mitenka . ❞ his low voice rumbles like distant thunder . ❝ DON'T GO . ❞
PROFESSOR MORAN → out and about around campus
strolling around columbia, exploring a bookstore, visiting his favorite café with a book and settling down to read it over coffee until he’s due to teach his next class in a building nearby
remember when i started writing seb in july of fucking 2013
MCTHIEFY
INT. UNKNOWN DWELLING, UNKNOWN LOCATION - NIGHT. CONSCIOUSNESS WAS MET WITH THE DIM LIGHT OF THE MOON FILTERED THROUGH THE ONLY WINDOW IN THE MAKESHIFT CAMP. THE TALL TREES AND HIGH CLIFFS CAN STILL BE SEEN, BUT THE SOUND OF NATURE MIXED WITH GUNFIRE WAS GONE. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN KNOCKED OUT?
the headache hit him like a sucker punch when he tried to sit , the pain pulsing and making him groan even at the smallest movement . nathan doesn’t remember much of his last moments prior to his unconsciousness . there are fragments – him running away from men with big guns trying to shoot them down , him dangling from the side of an eroding cliff then slipping , him feeling a quick but sharp pain as his head grazed something hard , and then darkness . you have stretched your luck to it’s limits now , drake . would he dare pull it further and hope it wouldn’t break ? he probably shouldn’t .
not yet .
@inlondon· said “ he thinks we’re dead , so let’s keep it that way . ”
“ i sure hope so . the last thing we need right now is another merciless war criminal hunting down our asses . how long was i out , by the way ? ” nathan said through gritted teeth , although he still tried for a smile when he looked up at his companion . usually around this time , whoever he was with would leave him to die . he was used to people quitting when things get a little hairy . but the man stuck around , and for that he is grateful . “ well , the good thing here is that we have the element of surprise . we just need to find another way into the site without being seen … sorry , have you seen my journal ? ”
SEBASTIAN MAKES A SEMI-COMICAL FACE , lips pointedly pursed , brows upturned as he leans his head from side to side in an attempt at some levity his eyes go upwards in thought . ❝ mm . . . yes , i do think adding ANOTHER war criminal to the growing list of people who want to kill us both would be . . . unfortunate , to put it mildly . ❞ even in this peculiar situation , sebastian tries to match his companion’s lighter tone . he proves he’s not being callous with his remark by offering a small smile . ❝ you were out for thirty minutes or so , i’d say . you’re lucky i’m not harboring any injuries -- i had to carry you for quite a bit . ❞ sebastian brushes a bit of dirt from his arm before eyeing and studying nathan for a moment . ❝ anything hurt too bad to go on , or are you going to stick it out ? oh !! here . ❞ reminded of the journal , he reaches for it hidden momentarily under a few large leaves . ❝ sensed it was important , so i hid it there in case they came marching over here unannounced and we had to bail . rather hide it than them find it on you . ❞ after handing over the journal , sebastian stretches his arms above his head . ❝ when you’re ready , we can go . or plan first , i don’t mind either . ❞ a pause . ❝ oh , your gun . i couldn’t recover it . COULDN’T FIND IT after you fell . hope that wasn’t a family heirloom or something . sorry . ❞
When your body is approximately 78% tea
𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒.
𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖. innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree, the smell of the forest, missing your home.
𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄. independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking down the city late at night, the tallest and more spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.
𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓. falling in love easily and heavily, traveler, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖. feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudge, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity, intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise.
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄. petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone.
𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐋. family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in sunlight.
𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘. artistic, getting excited easily, dancing and singing while you are alone, looking at your friends having fun, no phone, being afraid of judgement, spring, a meaningful gift, the first ray of sunlight.
tagging : anyone that would like to steal this !! tagged by: @ledovna !!
❝ I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STAY TENDER WITH THIS MUCH BLOOD IN MY MOUTH. ❞
INLONDON / est. 2013
“Listen to me: I was a child
who only wanted
to heal things —”
(current wip)
SEB MORAN → HIS HANDSOME RED SWEATER
“I look to literature for comfort. The words of those who have explained to me my own self at times, whose words strike my very core. In those words I find a moment of reprieve, a moment of relief that I’m not alone.”
A Silver Lining In A Chaotic Mind
justice joslin for mango
SWITCBLADE
without realizing it , his eyes are closed . but there’s the familiar warmth pressing into his hand , & he reckons that it must be sebastian’s hand . a thumb above his knuckles & brushing past the raised scarring above each hill without a sound . waiting , he could do that . he was good at waiting . sometimes waiting was all there was to do when you were locked half a mile away from the other agents , the key turning before the door slammed him to a complete & absolute isolation . a private & exclusive room prepared for feral dogs . & he’d wait , count the number of times it took his heart to beat until the locks turned back again , or run down the list of words beginning from ‘a’ in the dictionary until they’d release him . most of the time , they returned somewhere between ‘decay’ & ‘december’. you again ? the guards would say each time , say a word or two about the casualty of the week . the solar plexus is a very specific part of the body to aim for . & he’d nod , once in a while & say: isn’t it though ? —— ❝ i could wait . ❞ maybe it was the way sebastian’s voice tapered down to a soft question , or it was the grip over his hand that translated to : if you’d like , i would not stop you if you were to leave . but stay , because i’d like for you to . the toe of his boots slides across the room , bumps against the open door , shutting it close with a quiet thud . a slow nod , & he pulls both arms around sebastian’s neck , head tilting to press another faint kiss to his lips . once , twice , lasting only enough for sebastian to blink in small surprises . third time , he leans in carefully , a smile rising through the rosen bloom of his cheeks . ❝ careful , i might just jab straight into your solar plexus . ❞
HE LIKES THAT DAMIAN SHUTS THE DOOR . of course he does . and he’s not to be blamed for that added level of reassurance here , offering some comfort , some privacy . sebastian’s office hours were yesterday , so he’s hoping he might avoid any students wandering in asking questions , intruding upon this alone time . any alone time with damian at home is expected no one else lives in his apartment . but alone time here , at columbia ? after hours of pining , yearning for damian’s presence , and now he shows up with coffee and a warm scarf seeking kisses ? sebastian prays for solitude . he prays the door will stay shut , and prays for no knocks . damian’s boot shuts the door , and then he’s sliding his arms around his shoulders , and sebastian gains a sharp intake of air before he knows what’s happening . another kiss . two . three . oh , damian is being so generous here . sebastian sees the blush . he could have worshipped it . ❝ yeah ? is that something you fantasize about ? jabbing me right here ? ❞ a tap to his abdomen before he , too , wraps his arms around his lover and brings him in close . a soothing kiss to his cheek , then to his eyebrow . ❝ PLEASE STAY . ❞ tender . before , it was a question . stay with me ? now it’s pleading . the tip of his nose drags up and down along damian’s cheek . ❝ i know it would be so easy for you to just tell me off and leave my office straightaway but ❞ sebastian seals their lips in a slow kiss , speaking when he pauses for a breath , ❝ no umbrella . don’t want you catching a cold out there . . . ❞