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if thaur is somethin' ye need tae speak up, aam aye willin' tae hear people it. Dornt worry yerself, Ah am nae 'at bad a bloke as lang as ye ur oan mah guid side. Ye dornt want tae be oan mah bad thocht... [Rp Blog for Anderson. Both Canon,...

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Enrico snuck up behind Anderson and slipped his hands up his shirt, smirking as he stole a feel of his muscular chest. "Hello my strawberry tiger~"

The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

There was no protest when he was brought around to the front. He took the opportunity to pull Anderson’s head down for a better kiss. “Really? No one else has dared to pilfer a feel? Am I so privileged to be the only one?” He knew the answer; of course he was.

He was pleased with the more direct affection from the man, returning it and hugging him enough to nearly lift him. “Ye ken ye ur, nae one else woods ever daur… Mostly coz Ah am a priest.”

The tightness of the hug knocked the breath out of him and he had to take a moment to recover. Anderson’s strength was stuck on “ON” 24/7, and it could be an exhausting trait to handle. “You’re also strong and handsome, I’m sure you’ve been on the receiving end of flirtations from more people than just me. Why, I’m a Bishop and I still receive gifts and tokens from people who wish for my attention.”

He finally let Enrico go after a few seconds and fixed him back up so he didn’t look like he just woke up after that hug, smiling as bright as always. “A few times but Ah micht hae ower looked a few others, nae 'at Ah paid them aw 'at much min'.”

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Cats (rp with bladesofsilver)

Considering the bishop hadn’t showed for lunch or made any calls asking about some thing or another the paladin was left to wonder if Enrico had been locking himself up in his office again, normally he would have already went and kicked the door open but seeing as he just got back from a job he hand’t quite gotten the time to do so. He might not have even known if he didn’t make a habit to ask others about him now and then.

His first thought was to check his office, which he was quick to do only to find he was wrong, which isn’t too surprising but it was more so when he finally got to his room and found he wasn’t there either. A meeting maybe? For the moment he just shrugged his shoulders and guessed that was it, heading out again and would try again in a little while.

The kittens were not quite a secret to him as their loud mews were easy to get his attention as he was always so good with his hunting to find anything that shouldn’t be there. What was not to be suspected though was to find the Iscariot leader sitting there like a mother cat watching them, this only made him smile more when he saw he had brought them food.

“An’ haur we waur gonnae caa someain abit them, glad we didne dae it yit.”

Enrico jumped up with a yell. He was so absorbed that he didn’t notice Anderson coming up behind him, and the paladin wasn’t even trying to be sneaky.

“Dammit Anderson, you scared the hell out of me!” He smoothed his hair back, then paled as he realized what Anderson had found him doing.

“You cannot tell anyone about this. This would make me seem like a joke, and there’s a risk someone might hurt them.”

Crouching down, he gave an orange tabby that had been mewing for his attention a scratch behind the ears. “Well, now you know. I must look ridiculous. The Head of Iscariot, sitting in an alley with a cat colony. Mock me if you will.”

Anderson had to force himself to not laugh at Enrico’s reaction, he could easily do that to the man any time he pleased but there was something down right hilarious about doing it without trying.

“Ye has some tae start wi'? Guid, dornt need a exorcism.” He joked, shaking his head as he came over to pat Enrico on the back. “Ah dornt hink anyain aroond haur woods hurt them, 'rico. Thocht if anythin' was gonnae gie ye awa' it woods be th' yeel ye jist lit it.”

He actually had to facepalm at the notion that he would find Enrico to look silly over this. “Fur God's sake lookfa ye ur talkin' tae, ye ken Ah loove them jist as much as ye dae.”

#vaticanswagger

Enrico snuck up behind Anderson and slipped his hands up his shirt, smirking as he stole a feel of his muscular chest. "Hello my strawberry tiger~"

The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

Smiling, he leaned up and kissed the side of Anderson’s neck. “Not even an iota of surprise from you. Am I getting too predictable?”

Anderson chuckled softly at the peck, reaching behind him to grab the smaller man. “Mostly coz ye ur th’ only one ‘at diz thes.”

There was no protest when he was brought around to the front. He took the opportunity to pull Anderson’s head down for a better kiss. “Really? No one else has dared to pilfer a feel? Am I so privileged to be the only one?” He knew the answer; of course he was.

He was pleased with the more direct affection from the man, returning it and hugging him enough to nearly lift him. “Ye ken ye ur, nae one else woods ever daur... Mostly coz Ah am a priest.”

#vaticanswagger

Enrico snuck up behind Anderson and slipped his hands up his shirt, smirking as he stole a feel of his muscular chest. "Hello my strawberry tiger~"

The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

Smiling, he leaned up and kissed the side of Anderson’s neck. “Not even an iota of surprise from you. Am I getting too predictable?”

Anderson chuckled softly at the peck, reaching behind him to grab the smaller man. “Mostly coz ye ur th' only one 'at diz thes.”

#vaticanswagger

Enrico snuck up behind Anderson and slipped his hands up his shirt, smirking as he stole a feel of his muscular chest. "Hello my strawberry tiger~"

The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

#vaticanswagger

*Knock Knock Knock*

Enrico stood at Anderson’s door, listening intently for any sort of response before opening the door. He peeked his head inside, just to make sure, and upon seeing that no one was there, entered completely.

In between silken gloved fingers was a soft, lightly scented envelope, sealed with his official insignia and the name of the one it was addressed to written gracefully on the front with the greatest of care.

Stopping the the center of the room, Enrico pondered on where the best place to put this would be, scanning the spartan-decor with his eyes and tapping his chin. His attention landed on the bed, and he shrugged. That would do.

He fluffed up the middle-most pillow, gave the envelope a soft kiss, and gingerly rested that special letter right on top of it, right in plain sight.

His mission accomplished, Enrico left the room to do the rest of the preparations with a strong feeling of pride in his chest. Inside the envelope was a special invitation, and it read:

“My Dearest Alexander,

Mi amore, I have taken the liberty and pleasure in arranging a special night for us tonight. No prying eyes, no other people to cause us anxiety, just us, together.

I’ve included the address of a certain place in this letter. I expect to see you at my door at 8pm sharp. Dress nicely, for I will be, and you look so impeccably handsome in formal dress. Although you’re always handsome, my beautiful, perfect paladin.

I have everything already prepared and set out for us, all you need to do is arrive and go up to room 397, and knock at the afore-mentioned time. That’s all, no need to worry. You will love it, all of it. I have been wanting such time alone with you for a long while now, and I aim to make the absolute most of it. I cannot tell you how much I’ve been desiring your company, so instead, I shall show you in person. So do show up. The pleasures I’ve planned for us cannot be enjoyed to their fullest extent when alone.

I will be waiting mi amore.

All my love,

Enrico Maxwell”

It wasn’t too long before the paladin had started on his way back to his quarters, having just been out for one of his daily runs. Even a regenerator needs to do that sometimes, that and he just got bored at times.

Coming back into his room nothing looked out of the ordinary at first, paying little mind as he just did what he needed. But upon heading back to the bed to change he noticed the letter sitting on the pillow, a smile coming to his face as he grabbed it. There is only one person that would leave something like that there let along have it scented.

Laying back on the bed he opened it up and carefully unfolded it, reading it casually as he might other things but slowly getting more eager as he read. Sitting up quickly he was both mildly surprised and excited now, it had been a while since he had gotten time with the other.

Wait, he wanted formal? Wow he was going to do this all out wasn’t he? Well it HAD been a while since he had broken out his tux and he did like how it fit him… He checked the time, he had a little bit before he was to head out so he all but dove into the bathroom to get cleaned up, getting something in strawberry no less. He didn’t care what anyone said about that smell, he and Enrico both loved strawberries.

Humming the whole time he grabbed his favorite suit , well it was one of only two he had, and get himself fixed up if feeling a bit silly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worn one before but to something he was sure would be privet was kinda odd to him. Then again he didn’t know what the hell Enrico was going to be doing half the time.

It was a good thing he was fast as can be with getting dressed, ready and out the door in a matter of an hour and half but not off to the room just yet. He had some time and made a stop at a few shops along the way, picking up a few little things as gift just for the hell of it if anything. He didn’t need a reason to buy Enrico things, he just did it anyway. With that done he started back on his way to the meeting place, keeping an eye on the time so he wasn’t too early or late, gifts in hand behind his back when he finally made it to the door and knocked.

Enrico had been good on his word. Whenever the Italian man planned out something for the two of them, he went through with it, intensely.

The room he had arranged for was a large one bedroom suite, in the middle of Rome with a balcony over-looking that beautiful city. He had decorated the room with bouquets of classic red roses. Cliche and overdone, but they had the right message behind them. The table was set up on the balcony, which was so high they would be essentially invisible to the people down below. A bottle of champagne and scotch whisky sat next to a small bouquet lilies (to break up the monotony of roses and they smelled so pleasant). The bouquet was short and close to the table, so as to not block their view of one another; he hated when table arrangements did that. While he had provided two options for drinks, he hoped that Anderson would choose the champagne for once; it fit the scene much better.

The food that night had been prepared by him only. It had been a while since he had the chance to exercise his cooking abilities, and he knew Anderson appreciated all that work going into him. He actually had quite a spread planned out, which might be seen as excessive for just two people but considering a chunk of the budget was dedicated to feeding Anderson, it was justified.

As for himself, he was dressed in one of his fine suits, tailored to fit his body perfectly and show off his body’s features. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail as per usual, for the plain fact that it was more formal to him than leaving it down. It would be coming down during the night regardless he was SURE.

He messed with his jeweled cufflinks as he waited for the man. Despite knowing him, he still had the faintest anxiety that he wouldn’t show up, and that would be enraging.

Therefore when the knock at the door came, he breathed a mighty sigh of relief, and went right over to open it.

“Right on time my dear Alexander. Welcome, come inside.” Smiling gently, he gave his lover a kiss on the lips before wrapping his arm around one of Anderson’s , leading him inside.

“You look fantastic tonight, I’m beyond glad you followed my request. I know wearing formal wear is a bit awkward for you, but I truly adore seeing you in it.”

The paladin had never quite been one for formalities such as the ones that Enrico set up, hell he never even went to them before he met the lad. But here he was now, heading up to a high end suite with a perfectly tailored suit. That one had been the bishop’s doing, he just liked the way Anderson fit in a suit. Making him look far broader and more defined unlike his normal clothes which just hid it all.

He really didn’t care for it, walking down the hall to get tot he door had been the stiffest thing he had done and he was a fucking priest! He swore that if it wasn’t for the fact that Enrico had got it for him he would have torn the thing up just by pulling his arms together to show how much he didn’t like it. It was like putting clothes on a cat, a thought that did make him smile.

The blond’s knocks had been a bit louder than he meant to but oh well, placing the things he had brought behind his back just before the door opened.

“Ah woods ne'er miss a invitation frae ye, formal ur nae.” It seemed a little backasswards to be the one being lead but to hell with it, he just followed along anyway.

“Weel ye did hae th’ suit made specifically fur me efter aw. Ah will ne'er kin wa ye loch thes sae much.” He snapped his fingers, quickly withdrawing the things he had brought from the other from behind him, handing them over quietly with a smile.

“Why I like it so much? Why Anderson, you look amazing in it. Suits are made to extenuate a man’s handsomeness, and they work wonderfully on you. I mean you’re already gorgeous, but it’s like icing on the cake.” He smiled, lightly laughing as he felt up Anderson’s chest.

He took a step back at the snap and made a sound of happy surprise at the gifts. “Oh thank you Anderson. Truly, I appreciate it. Flowers and chocolate, such a classic combination.” He took a deep smell of the flowers, a bouquet sweet smelling flowers, just what he liked. He already had enough red roses. The chocolates looked high end as well, he would enjoy them later. “I love your acts of affection.” Standing up on his toes, he planted a kiss on the taller man’s lips.

“But I need to show you the place!” Smiling, he grabbed Anderson’s arm again and led him around. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? Private, away from other rooms, a balcony, a very large bed, it’s so good to get away from the headquarters for once.”

He brought his lover out to the balcony to show him the set up and scenery. “Beautiful isn’t it? I was planning on dining out here in the night air, and we don’t have to worry about being seen!” The ability to ignore secrecy made Enrico feel so loose and happy; it was like they were like a normal couple who didn’t have to spend weeks to months apart, separated by continents at times. That didn’t have to hide their affections all the time, that didn’t have to be always wary, always watching.

“Do you want a drink?” He gestured to the table where the bottles were. “I have more if you need it, I know you have an impressive drinking ability. Or do you want me to bring out something to eat? I’m too excited to plan things out anymore.” He laughed, feeling absolutely giddy.

#vaticanswagger

Cats (rp with bladesofsilver)

The evening was cool and quiet, the perfect temperature for going out on a stroll. Or sneaking around the Iscariot headquarters with a heavy bag.

Enrico Maxwell, Bishop head of Iscariot 13, was sneaking around his own building for a reason that was innocent yet acutely embarrassing to admit. Nearby there was a small colony of cats, feral ones, but he could hardly consider them feral, for they were so lovely. Having them around made his lack of cats more bearable, and they were a perfect break from his busy life. Being around those soft, purring animals was like therapy for his rattled nerves.

Turning a corner, he finally spotted them.

“Awww hello my little darlings. Oh good, oh you’re all still safe and looking so nice. Are you hungry? I have some wonderful things for you tonight yes I do.”

The cats recognized the tall human and ran over, all meowing and rubbing against his long legs. He laughed and bent down, petting them and opening his bag. “Alright alright, let me get it out.” He couldn’t stop smiling, what perfect animals, what wonderful animals. He brought out a large, heavy paper package, and ripping off the tape. Unwrapping it, he revealed several large fish, fresh from the market that day (a trip he had made mostly with this reason in mind).

The cats let out a chorus of excitement, swarming around him before he finally placed the package down and they went for it, tearing into the food and becoming silent except for the sounds of eating.

Feeling like he was on cloud nine and completely forgetting his troubles, Enrico sat down on the cold ground to watch all the cats feed, and to pet the ones that got full and wandered over to him. Yes, this is why he had to be secretive, he couldn’t handle the embarrassment if someone saw him like this.

Considering the bishop hadn't showed for lunch or made any calls asking about some thing or another the paladin was left to wonder if Enrico had been locking himself up in his office again, normally he would have already went and kicked the door open but seeing as he just got back from a job he hand’t quite gotten the time to do so. He might not have even known if he didn't make a habit to ask others about him now and then.

His first thought was to check his office, which he was quick to do only to find he was wrong, which isn't too surprising but it was more so when he finally got to his room and found he wasn’t there either. A meeting maybe? For the moment he just shrugged his shoulders and guessed that was it, heading out again and would try again in a little while.

The kittens were not quite a secret to him as their loud mews were easy to get his attention as he was always so good with his hunting to find anything that shouldn't be there. What was not to be suspected though was to find the Iscariot leader sitting there like a mother cat watching them, this only made him smile more when he saw he had brought them food.

“An' haur we waur gonnae caa someain abit them, glad we didne dae it yit.”

#vaticanswagger #typing while half asleep all the time dosn't make for good posts

Thomas shrugged. "I suppose that makes sense!"

“Aye, but at leest ye ur a pleasant one tae see unlike some.”

#annotatingarchangels

"Is it that surprising?" Thomas asked, frowning.

“Ah mean nae offence, it's jist raur fur me tae see th' sam person lit alang ghost mair than ance.”

#annotatingarchangels

The ghost shrugged. "I suppose things are alright on my end! Thanks for asking!"

The priest clapped his hands togeather and nodded. “Guid tae hear mah son~! Main say thocht aam surprised sae still see ye spookin' abit.”

#annotatingarchangels

"How are you?"

“Guid, guid. Gradually makin' roonds, sae mony fowk Ah dornt e'en recognize anymair. Hoo abit ye? Things gonnae alrecht?”

#annotatingarchangels

"H-hello?"

“Morn lad.”

#annotatingarchangels #ehhh not much to say yet. he might still be waking up with me XD

*Knock Knock Knock*

Enrico stood at Anderson’s door, listening intently for any sort of response before opening the door. He peeked his head inside, just to make sure, and upon seeing that no one was there, entered completely.

In between silken gloved fingers was a soft, lightly scented envelope, sealed with his official insignia and the name of the one it was addressed to written gracefully on the front with the greatest of care.

Stopping the the center of the room, Enrico pondered on where the best place to put this would be, scanning the spartan-decor with his eyes and tapping his chin. His attention landed on the bed, and he shrugged. That would do.

He fluffed up the middle-most pillow, gave the envelope a soft kiss, and gingerly rested that special letter right on top of it, right in plain sight.

His mission accomplished, Enrico left the room to do the rest of the preparations with a strong feeling of pride in his chest. Inside the envelope was a special invitation, and it read:

“My Dearest Alexander,

Mi amore, I have taken the liberty and pleasure in arranging a special night for us tonight. No prying eyes, no other people to cause us anxiety, just us, together.

I’ve included the address of a certain place in this letter. I expect to see you at my door at 8pm sharp. Dress nicely, for I will be, and you look so impeccably handsome in formal dress. Although you’re always handsome, my beautiful, perfect paladin.

I have everything already prepared and set out for us, all you need to do is arrive and go up to room 397, and knock at the afore-mentioned time. That’s all, no need to worry. You will love it, all of it. I have been wanting such time alone with you for a long while now, and I aim to make the absolute most of it. I cannot tell you how much I’ve been desiring your company, so instead, I shall show you in person. So do show up. The pleasures I’ve planned for us cannot be enjoyed to their fullest extent when alone.

I will be waiting mi amore.

All my love,

Enrico Maxwell”

It wasn’t too long before the paladin had started on his way back to his quarters, having just been out for one of his daily runs. Even a regenerator needs to do that sometimes, that and he just got bored at times.

Coming back into his room nothing looked out of the ordinary at first, paying little mind as he just did what he needed. But upon heading back to the bed to change he noticed the letter sitting on the pillow, a smile coming to his face as he grabbed it. There is only one person that would leave something like that there let along have it scented.

Laying back on the bed he opened it up and carefully unfolded it, reading it casually as he might other things but slowly getting more eager as he read. Sitting up quickly he was both mildly surprised and excited now, it had been a while since he had gotten time with the other.

Wait, he wanted formal? Wow he was going to do this all out wasn’t he? Well it HAD been a while since he had broken out his tux and he did like how it fit him… He checked the time, he had a little bit before he was to head out so he all but dove into the bathroom to get cleaned up, getting something in strawberry no less. He didn’t care what anyone said about that smell, he and Enrico both loved strawberries.

Humming the whole time he grabbed his favorite suit , well it was one of only two he had, and get himself fixed up if feeling a bit silly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worn one before but to something he was sure would be privet was kinda odd to him. Then again he didn’t know what the hell Enrico was going to be doing half the time.

It was a good thing he was fast as can be with getting dressed, ready and out the door in a matter of an hour and half but not off to the room just yet. He had some time and made a stop at a few shops along the way, picking up a few little things as gift just for the hell of it if anything. He didn’t need a reason to buy Enrico things, he just did it anyway. With that done he started back on his way to the meeting place, keeping an eye on the time so he wasn’t too early or late, gifts in hand behind his back when he finally made it to the door and knocked.

Enrico had been good on his word. Whenever the Italian man planned out something for the two of them, he went through with it, intensely.

The room he had arranged for was a large one bedroom suite, in the middle of Rome with a balcony over-looking that beautiful city. He had decorated the room with bouquets of classic red roses. Cliche and overdone, but they had the right message behind them. The table was set up on the balcony, which was so high they would be essentially invisible to the people down below. A bottle of champagne and scotch whisky sat next to a small bouquet lilies (to break up the monotony of roses and they smelled so pleasant). The bouquet was short and close to the table, so as to not block their view of one another; he hated when table arrangements did that. While he had provided two options for drinks, he hoped that Anderson would choose the champagne for once; it fit the scene much better.

The food that night had been prepared by him only. It had been a while since he had the chance to exercise his cooking abilities, and he knew Anderson appreciated all that work going into him. He actually had quite a spread planned out, which might be seen as excessive for just two people but considering a chunk of the budget was dedicated to feeding Anderson, it was justified.

As for himself, he was dressed in one of his fine suits, tailored to fit his body perfectly and show off his body’s features. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail as per usual, for the plain fact that it was more formal to him than leaving it down. It would be coming down during the night regardless he was SURE.

He messed with his jeweled cufflinks as he waited for the man. Despite knowing him, he still had the faintest anxiety that he wouldn’t show up, and that would be enraging.

Therefore when the knock at the door came, he breathed a mighty sigh of relief, and went right over to open it.

“Right on time my dear Alexander. Welcome, come inside.” Smiling gently, he gave his lover a kiss on the lips before wrapping his arm around one of Anderson’s , leading him inside.

“You look fantastic tonight, I’m beyond glad you followed my request. I know wearing formal wear is a bit awkward for you, but I truly adore seeing you in it.”

#vaticanswagger

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#not sure if should follow blogs #cause i suck and can't remember shit and always tired #And don't really watch dash #cause it makes me feel bad for reasons #Honestly I came back because a peep asked.#There isn't much to do with the priest that isn't awkward or fighting.

He had already put his phone away before he even opened the door, at this point he could guess things and be pretty damn accurate. He vaguely wondered just what the hell got him so impatient, though some how he thought he knew what had helped.

The sight that greeted him made a grin some to his face, kicking the door closed behind him and locking it. He growled as he mad his way closer, taking it all in. He was eager, yes, but seeing the bishop like that was just too good and never lasted as long as he would like.

“Ah dornt hink ye coods stop me.” He chuckled, quickly starting to toss his things to the floor cause he could care less at the moment.

“Now why would I stop you? That would defeat the whole purpose of this visit. you’re actually not moving fast enough.” He got up and went over to Anderson and grabbed him, pulling over to the bed and falling down on it.

“It’s so relieving to see you.” Stretching out on the bed, he lifted his legs up and wrapped them around Anderson, keeping him near. “I need you to be on the top of your game tonight, do not disappoint me.”

#vaticanswagger #I will never get used to doing smut evar #nsfw

Going out (closed rp)

*Knock Knock Knock*

Enrico stood at Anderson’s door, listening intently for any sort of response before opening the door. He peeked his head inside, just to make sure, and upon seeing that no one was there, entered completely.

In between silken gloved fingers was a soft, lightly scented envelope, sealed with his official insignia and the name of the one it was addressed to written gracefully on the front with the greatest of care.

Stopping the the center of the room, Enrico pondered on where the best place to put this would be, scanning the spartan-decor with his eyes and tapping his chin. His attention landed on the bed, and he shrugged. That would do.

He fluffed up the middle-most pillow, gave the envelope a soft kiss, and gingerly rested that special letter right on top of it, right in plain sight.

His mission accomplished, Enrico left the room to do the rest of the preparations with a strong feeling of pride in his chest. Inside the envelope was a special invitation, and it read:

“My Dearest Alexander,

Mi amore, I have taken the liberty and pleasure in arranging a special night for us tonight. No prying eyes, no other people to cause us anxiety, just us, together.

I’ve included the address of a certain place in this letter. I expect to see you at my door at 8pm sharp. Dress nicely, for I will be, and you look so impeccably handsome in formal dress. Although you’re always handsome, my beautiful, perfect paladin.

I have everything already prepared and set out for us, all you need to do is arrive and go up to room 397, and knock at the afore-mentioned time. That’s all, no need to worry. You will love it, all of it. I have been wanting such time alone with you for a long while now, and I aim to make the absolute most of it. I cannot tell you how much I’ve been desiring your company, so instead, I shall show you in person. So do show up. The pleasures I’ve planned for us cannot be enjoyed to their fullest extent when alone.

I will be waiting mi amore.

All my love,

Enrico Maxwell”

#vaticanswagger

“I’m just warming you up. I don’t know what sort of mood you’re in.”

He heard Anderson coming to the door well before the man unlocked the door, and already felt his blood getting hot. With the combination of the wine and his lusty mood, he was more than ready to welcome his secret lover.

“Welcome Alexander.” He smiled slyly. The way Anderson entered so vigorously just made him more excited. He was sure Anderson would like what he saw; the bishop with his hair down, his shirt and pants undone to show his naked torso, and a blush on his cheeks and a bulge already forming in his pants. He felt like a damn animal in heat and at this point in their relationship had no problem letting Anderson see that.

“The quicker you get your clothes off the sooner we can get started~”

#vaticanswagger #nsfw #this took me too long to get to.#I still suck at this

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