( * got a hold of you )

I got you I got a hold of you Said you want to see How we roll Well take a seat (Oh take a seat) And we'll just Break it, drop it, drink it spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, rub it on me baby Don't you worry, you gotta keep up 'Cause I been gone, I been gone, I been gone, I been gone

[gicnni]

[ @zxcharie-h ]

Gianni Nott was an easygoing man by nature. He was laidback, calm, and collected; many even went as far as to call him ‘stoic’ and ‘aloof’ due to his quiet, introverted attitude. He wasn’t the sort of man that let his emotions remain on his sleeve. There was something very calming about having such a strong hold over his emotions. He preferred the company of those similar to him, people who didn’t bank on the high-strung drama or huge personalities. It was because of that reason that the dark-haired brunette found himself in such good harmony with his boyfriend. While Zacharie Hendricks was a egotistical and arrogant young man in every sense, he was quiet. introverted. Subtle, even--and he had was the perfect balance for someone like Gianni. The brunette knew he didn’t need to go out of his way or push himself with Zac; there was no need to, after all.

... Except for when anyone dared to get too close to him.

The loud, drunken atmosphere of the party was deafening. Gianni didn’t particularly care for the heady rush of a party--but his boyfriend was all but addicted to it. Gianni didn’t particularly mind joining Zac, sticking to the sides of the crowds and nursing a single cup of whatever alcohol was on hand. He let Zac have his fun; drinks and crowds seemed to fuel him, and who was he to deny Zac the chance to indulge himself? But he drew a line--a very firm one--and the moment dark eyes caught sight of another man drawing too close to his boyfriend, a stray tough ghosting over Zac’s thigh and lips too close to his ear, something in him snapped.

It was like a trigger; calm, collected ease erased automatically, replaced by a sudden flare of raw, white-hot heat. His grip on his cup tightened and his jaw clenched, stunned into silence for a moment as he simply watched the way his (more than drunk) boyfriend meerely swayed and seemingly laughed at whatever it was that the other male was saying to him. A low growl escaped Gianni and before he could stop himself, Gianni forced his way through the crowd, brown gaze focused on them. “What’s going on here?” His tone was gruff and less than friendly as an arm already moved to snake around Zac’s slim hips possessively, sharply tugging him close. His eyes narrowed, sliding between the two as his hand firmly gripped the blue-eyed man’s hip to keep him from swaying.

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Zacharie scoffed as Gianni remarked that he bruised easily, careful to keep himself from closing the distance between them even though he could already feel that familiar pull toward the other man. Gianni had always been someone that Zacharie had more or less gravitated toward. He was quiet and kept to himself, two traits that Zacharie himself valued as part of his own personality. Gianni never seemed to be bothered by anything that was happening around them. He tempered Zacharie’s own instinct to blow up over the things that truly bothered him. Between them things were always quiet on the outside, they’d grown to be able to read one another in a way that did require conversation.

“I’m not opposed to being manhandled,” Zacharie’s smirk grew as Gianni’s hand cupped his face, subtly running his tongue over his bottom lip as he holds Gianni’s gaze. Zacharie couldn’t deny that there was something about the way he casually mentioned how into it Zacharie had been the night before, making him lean just a fraction closer still smirking, “And just how into it was I last night?”

Gianni’s gaze automatically moved down to rest on Zac’s lips, watching carefully as his tongue ran over the lower one almost teasingly. His expression remained calm and almost neutral--in spite of the touch of smugness lurking behind his smirk. He could feel Zac lean just the slightest bit closer to him, drawing a hushed hum from the brunette. His thumb brushed lightly over his cheek, just taking the moment of silence to simply admire him. Zac was a very lovely specimen. All angles and edges, blue eyes and pale, perfect skin. Soft lips and high cheekbones. He was almost model-esque, like a pretty marble statue. Pretty boys with such artistic looks were a weakness to him--but there was no doubt in Gianni’s mind that Zac was the most attractive of them all. Of course, he knew that telling him that would only stroke his boyfriend’s already overly-inflated ego further.

A quiet chuckle escaped him as Gianni mirrored Zac’s smirk with his own. “I’m sure you can remember exactly how much you liked being on your knees for me, love.” His tone dropped to a low, calm whisper as he quirked his brows, firmly still holding Zac’s face in his hands. He leaned a fraction closer before stopping short, letting Zac hold the reigns on their proximity for now. The key to everything was letting Zac remain in control up until the last second--when Gianni would take it and let Zac unravel at his fingertips. It was an artform he perfected long ago--and it was a game both of them seemed to enjoy more than they’d admit out loud. “Especially when I hold you down... get you to beg me to go harder... faster.”

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There was a magnetism between the two men as they surveyed each other. Zacharie moved as Gianni moved, subconsciously taking his cues from the dark-haired man. When Gianni moved so did Zacharie and vice-versa, and neither of them really seemed to mind. As Gianni moved closer, Zacharie noted how his hands were resting on the counter effectively caging him in.

“…I can pick you up and place you on the counter, of course, like the delicate little thing that you are.”

Zacharie fixed his boyfriend with an unamused look as he felt Gianni’s hips pressing him back against the counter. “I’m not some kind of delicate flower Love,” he said dropping his voice low leaning back just enough to put a noticeable space between them. “You can’t just manhandle me whenever you feel like it.” His voice was teasing as he consciously made sure to keep that slight distance between them. It was a running joke between them at this point because Zacharie was small and slight compared to his boyfriends obviously larger frame. “I do agree though that we have plenty of time for other activities before we have to go meet the two of them.”

The smirk gracing Gianni’s features only broadened with amusement as Zac consciously shifted to put a fraction of space between their bodies. Everything about him was endearing to the brunette--from the curve of his lips as he flashed Gianni a smirk to the twinkle in his cool blue eyes. Zac was interesting. A bit on the quiet side, introverted more so than his twin brother, but interesting. Being around Zac was easy for Gianni; there were no expectations for conversation at all times. Peace and quiet were given. It was calm, comforting, and tranquil--for the most part. The understood harmony between the two didn’t stop the dark-haired man from picking at the other when the time afforded him. Zac was slim, all angles and chiseled edges. He was thin and tall with hips that fit perfectly in Gianni’s large hands--and he often liked to remind the younger male of it whenever he could. Zac was hardly delicate--he could handle more than he looked like he could. But Gianni loved how adamant his boyfriend could get when arguing him over the point in question.

“You just bruise easily, love.” Gianni’s hazel gaze gleamed as a smirk flashed across his features. One hand reached up from where it had previously been resting against the edge of the counter, fingers brushing lightly against Zac’s jaw. “And as far as I’m aware, you quite like being manhandled.” The observation was touched with a dry, knowing tone as brows quirked up. Gianni moved to cup Zac’s face firmly now, the gentleness to his touch fading out as he made sure the other’s cool blue eyes were focused on him. “Considering how into it you were just last night, as a matter of fact...”

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“You know you’re allowed to sleep in on weekends.”

Zacharie Hendricks couldn’t help but laugh as he felt his boyfriends arms wrap around him from behind. Waking up early was ingrained into his very being at this point. He’d been waking up early, if he had even gone to sleep at all the night before, since he was in school. It was habit, not matter what day of the week it was. Still Zacharie could exactly say he didn’t like waking up a little later knowing that he didn’t have to actually get up. That he could stay in bed wrapped up in his boyfriends arms. “I know but that doesn’t mean that I can sleep in,” he answered back with a grin just leaning back against Gianni’s chest.

Speaking Swedish when it was just the two of them was second nature for Zacharie. He had picked up the language when he’d been at Durmstrang, and over time it was strictly the way that he, Chanel, and Gianni conversed. “Do we have any plans for today?” Zacharie asked turning around within Gianni’s arms, gazing at him with a smile. “Or would you prefer I follow you back to bed? I know you want to sleep a little longer.”

A quiet chuckle escaped the brunette as he gazed at their reflections, taking in the way Zac leaned back against him. He leaned in, lips ghosting over the side of his neck before pressing to the spot just below his pierced ear, a low hum escaping him. He shifted as Zac moved around to face him, brows quirking just slightly as hazel eyes swept over the male’s tattooed body. He couldn’t help the way his smirk took on an affectionate edge as he met Zac’s ice blue gaze; he was smitten by him. It was no secret, clear in the way his entire body seemed to move in unison’s with Zac, as if there was a gravity between them.

“I believe,” Gianni began, shifting to place his hands against the edge of the bathroom counter on either side of Zac. “We have plans with your brother and Blaise, something about a family lunch.” The Swedish words were touched with an air of amusement as he leaned a fraction closer to Zac, smirk returning. “I’m sure we have plenty of time before that, though... and considering what I had in mind for bed,” a brow quirked as his words trailed off, stopping short just before their lips could meet. “I’m sure we could do that right here. I can pick you up and place you on the counter, of course, like the delicate little thing that you are.” His low drawl was teasing as he tilted his head, shifting to press Zac against the edge of the granite, hazel eyes focused on him.

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Adjusting to life among muggles was something that came as a bit of a culture shock for Gianni Nott. Non-magicals were a strange but intelligent breed, with their interesting little devices and magic-free objects that seemed to be capable of things no witch or wizard could do themselves. Having been born into a pureblood family on the correct side of matters had, of course, meant that cellular phones and laptops weren’t a part of his day to day life--but ever since he had moved in with his boyfriend, Gianni found himself immersed in muggle technology. Perhaps that was simply because Zacharie Hendricks happened to own and run a company dedicate to the little devices, but whatever the case was, Gianni took this new lifestyle in stride. After all, he quite liked the way it felt to wake up with his boyfriend wrapped up in his arms, sound asleep and getting some well-deserved rest after wearing himself thin at the office.

Zac was always the ‘early bird’ sort, waking up at some ungodly hour to prep himself for the day at the office--leaving Gianni to his own devices as he got ready for his own workday at the British Ministry of Magic. However, Sunday mornings like these left the two with much more time on their hands. Gianni didn’t bother putting his shirt on as he made his way into the bathroom, arms stretching over his head with a quiet yawn as he came up behind Zac. A smirk graced his features as his strong, muscular arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s much slimmer frame. “Good morning, love.” His drawl was low and still husky with the heaviness of sleep as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of Zac’s neck, arms possessive and secure around the younger male. “You know you’re allowed to sleep in on weekends.” Swedish naturally fell from his lips in an amused murmur, smirk broadening as he gazed at their reflections in the mirror. 

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