#axxrodolce

[minusregina]

Macha Shake

Macha Shake - Muses are having a bath together and a sharp burst from the hot tap sends yours clinging to mine out of shock.

It wasn’t the first time they took a bath together, and neither would it be the last. There was something intimate about knowing every curve and indent of their bodies, and having their limbs intertwined while water aged their skin temporarily. The first time they did this was as children, when Gabbana would give her beloved younger twin a bath when their father wasn’t around to provide that kind of care, and Dolce would be to stubborn to allow any of their babysitters to touch him. It progressed to the point where they would take baths with each other almost regularly, and as they grew these moments became few and far in between, becoming some sort of ritual every week or every month.

 The only difference now was that they could no longer sit on opposite ends of the bathtub, and now she indulged in sitting between his legs, and playing with the bubbles that barely concealed her decency. Her twin, although usually quiet, now chuckled as he, too, used the suds to play with the soft mounds of her petite chest, which only made her giggle.

“You’re being indecent again,” she scolded lightly, French fluidly streaming from her tongue as she tilted her head upwards, meeting his smirk with one of her own.

“This is hardly what I’d call being indecent.” His index pressed more bubbles atop the tip of her nose, which made her features scrunch up, and resulted in another light laugh. She would have taken her words back had his other palm not strayed lower and began to massage her thighs. He knew very well that there were certain places on her anatomy that could quite literally turn her into a hot mess, and her inner thighs were one of them. “This, however –,”

The moment would have continued to go further downhill had there not been a sudden burst of hot water that made Dolce yelp, the sudden stream hitting his shoulder blades and forcing him to wind his arms around her waist. She, in turn, flailed and let out a yelp of surprise. Almost immediately, he turned the tap off, and the laughter of their father resounded from behind the door. The twins cursed in unison; one out of surprise, and the other out of irritation at the interruption.

[dansevrs-blog]

"Why are you hugging me?"

He resists the urge to roll his eyes, although he knows it’s a bit odd for him to approach someone in such a way. Especially someone that he doesn’t know— or rather, someone that he hasn’t spoken to, but the photographer motions for them to get closer and closer, and it’s only practical. He’s sure that they know each other well enough anyways, through casual gossip and whispered rumors. He wouldn’t be surprised if the boy’s sister had chipped in a few words on him as well.

"It’s an arm around the shoulder, don’t exaggerate—" He mutters, though his expression remains charmingly professional for the picture that some magazine insists on taking of the young heirs that happen to be attending this particular charity event. "Just smile."

[viryeole]

whiskey

[ answered here. ]

[viryeole]

Whiskey

    ↪ My muse wants to get drunk with yours            and do stupid things.  ————————  ( minusregina + axxrodolce )

The first question he asks them is, “How old are you guys?” The second question is, “Are you guys twins?” After that, the night is a blur of questions, alternating between strains of are you sure we should be doing this and godamn you guys may be rich but you’re useless. He learns that saying the latter aloud earns him a swift kick. And yeah, if there’s nothing else that Chanyeol retains from the events of the night, at least the memory of getting stabbed by a high-heel would forever be etched into his mind (and shin). Still, it’s been a long time since he’d been this wasted. That’s the downside of having a high tolerance to alcohol. He has to spend so much cash that he doesn’t have just to get to how he’s feeling now—like he’s 5 years old again, without a single care in the world. He was cautious enough to spend times like these with people he knows who can bring him home in one piece. Tonight, he made two fatalistic errors that may or may not land his sorry ass in jail: a) he’d accidentally picked up two kids, and b) the three of them were currently hot-wiring the most expensive car in the parking lot. “It’s not even that impressive,” the dude of the set mumbles when they successfully break in with Chanyeol’s shoelace. Chanyeol isn’t even sure what he was called. Something that started with the later D. Maybe O. They’d introduce each other over the thumping bass of the club music, and Chanyeol’d remembered their names more as a mouthed syllable than an actual word. Then again, he was running on pure adrenaline, which made keeping still enough to remember things a mammoth task that required actual effort to achieve. His hands shake just the slightest when he brings both pieces of cable together. It’s stupid that the part he feared most about stealing a godamn car is getting burnt by the sparks. Trying to hurry things along, the girl kicks the back of his seat and he shoots her a quelling glare to which they both laugh at. After several more tries, the twins—both flushed with drink and god knows what else they’d been doing in the backseat—whoop loudly when the engine roars to life. It’s a scuffle between all three of them over who gets to drive, an argument that Chanyeol promptly loses because they both turn against him. He doesn’t mind anyway, clambering awkwardly to recline in the backseat so he can greedily drink up all the alcohol they’d previously stolen just for the hell of it. The bottles roll about on the floor, clinking noisily against each other, and the next thing he knows, the girl is the one climbing into the driver’s seat, cranking up some questionable pop music. “Buckle up,” she yells, and that's all the warning she gives before she revs the car up to speed away into the night.

[minusregina]

ッ how gay is mun

In the spirit of Munday, when you add in "ッ" the muse will have to answer your questions about the mun.

"If I had any say in it," ("You really don’t.") Gabbana began haughtily, “she’s not as gay as she thinks.” A small mumble in the background — practically incoherent — labelled the designer a liar, and popped the buds back in her ears to drown out whatever the answer would be by the sounds of the crime series she was currently engrossed in. “I mean there’s —,” Knowing full well who Gabbana was going to mention (since everyone else was doing it), a small foot stuck out and rammed itself against the socialite’s temple. ("Finish that sentence and this foot will go so far down your throat I’ll be wearing your body as a leg warmer.") The girl only rolled her eyes at the threat and continued to answer. “She’s not as gay as she thinks. Obviously. Otherwise she wouldn’t be so sensitive about —,” ("We’re just friends!") “…certain people…” Tired of dealing with this issue, the shorter of the pair became intent in ignoring the older female, continuing to watch the episode of the drama online.

[kimjongen-blog]

"Are you nervous?"

Taking small, careful sips from his cup. With each tipping of the smooth porcelain against his lips, the dancer feels lighter and more agreeable. The sky no longer looks quite so gray -- instead, it is a pale shade of blue, and everything around him seems to be cast in a very slight glow. He turns calmer and  more composed, blinking at the other, he shakes his head almost immediately, letting out a small sigh of relief.

"No, I'm fine really- maybe I just need to sleep it off."

[minusregina]

♥ + axxrodolce

Send me a ♥ + a URL and I'll list 5 things I like about them.

Now this is easy.

The fact that you’re my twin brother. 

Your smile.

Your hands. I love your hands.

Your exquisite taste.

The way we are — I like the way we are.

[renexead]

"We never tell anyone about this."

Sighing softly the vampire lets his eyes roll as he stands chests almost touching with the other male. One hand resting on his hip, the other elevating his palm as he gently holds it. Back straight and proper as he readies to lead the shorter male in a traditional dance. "You desired my assistance in learning to dance, I see no shame in that".

Lightly raising an eye bow he looks back at the boy, almost challenging him to complain. In his day such dances were very popular and a gentleman should be well versed in the steps, so he could lead a woman around the dance hall. He must profess to not understanding in any way the modern type of movement. It looks more like epileptic fits to him.

After a few more steps, feeling the younger males body relax and begin to gain some resemblance of skill, the vampire smirks softly, fangs glistening against pale lips as his true, much darker reasons are revealed. "Now, for my payment" he says softly, tugging the boy closer, pressing him against his body so's to dip him to the side with a half turn. Holding him stable there, bent back and disarmed, he leans forward with a hungry hiss, mouth snapping open to reveal razor sharp canines which soon sink into a open, waiting neck.