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Emile smirked to himself. āUh huhā¦ā Becoming slightly bored he began to flip his trusty coin once more. āShame you donāt get to hear him talk about you. When heās drunk thatās when hits rue feelings for someone shows.ā
Thierry belched and then huffed after, grinning, too impressed by his vengeful lunch before glancing over. "Talk about me? What?"
Thierryās laugh was contagious and Emile found himself letting a few moreĀ Ā chuckles loose. āHe has a lot of opinions, itās fuckinā annoying. Be glad you donāt have to listen to him, I feel sorry for that toy of his, Jerry something. ā Emile said, purposely forgetting Jimās name. āHeās horrible when heās drunk.ā
"Uh, 'scuse you." He huffs. "I have to listen too him plenty. Who do you think is the back of the head he gets to shove everything off on?"
Youād never hurt him. Youād never hurt me. Please. You are my best friend, bud. My best friend.
Emile cracked a smile - a real one - at this. āRemy just had a heart attack some where you know that?ā Even a small chuckle escaped him as he thought of his older brother rolling around like the drama queen he could be. āHe caught me with Taco Bell last weekā¦Iām glad there wasnāt any knives around or Iād be missing a finger. He never does anything lightly does he?ā
Thierry laughed, happy. "Highly aware actually. Doesn't mean I regret saying it." He covers his nose and snorts again. "You just have to watch your ass. If it's anything illogical he'll have an opinion on it."
He hummed, nodding his head as if he understood. In a way Emile did, he knew where his brother held out at, then again he could careless really. Food wasnāt his thing, he was happy eating fast food or whatever else was placed in front of him. āPizza all tastes the same to me.ā He shrugged like it was no big deal.
"I'll eat it all." Thierry snorts, more or less agreeing, though he could feel Remy glaring at him as he said this. As an ex-malnutritioned orphan, Thierry knew better than to pick and choose his meals.
Catching the coin he was flipping in his hand, he glanced up at the cabbie. He maybe able to tolerate him now and have a bit of respect but that didnāt mean he liked him. He only faked it. Hiding his annoyance he smiled softly. āRem feeding you these days?ā
"Not so much." Thierry grinned. He knew Emile wasn't easy to get on with, if at all, but he'd never forget the day Emile first really looked at him in the torture room. Helped him out, got him fixed up, promoted him while Remy was long gone. "This guy, he knows the best pizza place, I went back there. Large meat lovers all to myself."
"Man. I haven't had dinner, and I'm still burping lunch."
Nothing Without.. || Thienrik
Every time the pearls grasped at his neck, Henrik shivered in pleasure, his legs slightly crooking. The kiss couldnāt get any deeper, his tongue roughly intertwining with Thierryās, hands together, the taller man lacing their fingers, and getting grip of the thin shirt that separated him from his beloved, creamy skin. As soon as he forced Thierryās shirt away, he got rid of his own, embracing him, needing the skin against skin contact he missed. In contrast to the passion given, goosebumps were spread all across his arms. It would usually embarrass Henrik, but the lips against his made him forget any judgement he could have. This moment, only Thierry mattered.
It was rare for Thierry to go breathless by such simple kisses and touches, but the fact that it was Henrik he was pleasuring caused Thierry's heart to still skip beats. His fingers slid between Henrik's, and he could have moaned, he liked to know that they were connected. He liked it all the more when Henrik withdrew his shirt. Thierry's hands were immediately on the exposed skin and he felt the smoothness and the subtle bumps of muscle beneath. He helped with getting his own shirt off and came together with Henrik, sliding his chest and stomach against his, rolling his tongue along Henrik's own and his swollen lips. Thierry could stay like this forever. He wanted to.
Nothing Without.. || Thienrik
Henrik loved to feel that weight against his palm, followed by warm lips over it. It wasnāt easy to let go. Alas, he hoped never letting it go. His body hoovered in order to have both chests against each other, a small yelp coming out of Henrikās lips by feeling moist breath against his neck. "Thierryā¦damn, I canāt even, I just canāt even anymore, you make me just unable to even..ugh-" He pulled the raven hair, taking the pink lips as his own once more. Hands trailed over the slim figure, memorizing it with only touching. Haād have to update those sketches someday.
The breath, the subtle yelp, it excited Thierry too much for his own good. His mouth opened to taste the boys throat, sucking and kissing, grazing his teeth across at times. Henrik held to his hair, and pulled him away from his throat, bringing their lips together once again. Thierry kissed with more need, passion, now, a hand falling to touch one of Henrik's that settled along his body, giving it permission to continue. Thierry pressed Henrik back against the couch, his own hands slipping beneath his shirt to feel his body react, the breath enter and leave. He didn't stop kissing him.
Nothing Without.. || Thienrik
Henrik received the next kiss, delivering it back with the same fervour that Thierry gave into it. It was impossible not to. Henrik was slowly falling in love, not only over the anonymous artist, but with the person Thierry was. Fun, loving, caring, and hot. The last one was a perk. Breaking the kiss, he traced every inch of his face with his thumb. Each mole, the thin lips, and the soft, slightly pointy nose. It only made the Norwegian snort. "How could I get myself with someone like you? Likeā¦wow."
Thierry let out a thick breath when Henrik pulled them apart, his eyes still shut delicately. The cabbies head would lean against those touches. He was addicted to them. Henrik's hands on him, Henrik in general. He turned his cheek to place a kiss on the boys palm, hands holding to his hips still. "I should be asking that question." Thierry teased with a smile. He came back in to kiss Henrik again before bowing his head to set his face between the crook of his lovers neck to nuzzle and hum.
When you had hobbies like Danteās, you learned how to read people, became a master of body language. Hell, it didnāt just help with what he liked to do for fun, but his job too ā reading people was a skill that could come in handy for any aspect of your life. But on nights like this, he mostly just used it to make sure hisā¦ partners were receptive. And judging by the contented air about Thierry, oh yeah, he was totally receptive. Danteās mouth tugged into a wider smile as the other manās hand found its way to his leg, and he dropped his gaze to it, then slowly brought it back up to meet Thierryās once more. He nodded and said, voice low, āI think I could do that. Since you asked so nicely and all.ā He brought a hand to Thierryās shoulder, sliding it to his neck and curling around it slightly, and he drew Thierry towards him, while at the same time leaning closer himself. With most people, heād have started off chaste, brought things to a slow simmer, but he figured heād already passed that level with Thierry with their kiss earlier, so the moment their mouths met, Danteās kiss was hard and deep.Ā
Once Dante faced him like this, Thierry wouldn't dare look away. Some couldn't stand being stared down, far too self-conscious, but for Thierry he wasn't afraid to stare right back. He wasn't afraid of much. The adjustment of a smooth hand around his neck might have put Thierry off months ago, when he'd first started to work for the Genovese family, felt lesser and controlled. He wasn't as guarded anymore, least of all with someone who wasn't from that world. Thierry certainly wasn't vulnerable, but this grasp didn't trigger an internal warning. The younger propped up his back as he was brought close, the hand remaining on Dante's thigh, and they came together in willing unison. The cabby tilted his head slightly when he felt the pace, gliding his lips against his landlords for awhile, before opening his mouth at an appropriate moment. His free hand dropped the empty cup to fall on the ground before it rose to settle on the side of Dante's head, his thumb stroking a cheek bone while his fingertips glided across the dark hair. Dante's lips weren't near as full as Henrik's were, but that made this better, if Thierry wanted Henrik he would have gone to him tonight. Some weeks of work were worse than others, this time it was best to keep his distance, if only to protect him. The alcohol, and Dante himself, was keeping him from thinking about anything other than this physical pleasure.
