#figliodiroma

[thebloomingrosefamily]

Lovino is currently looking for Himeros, wondering if he'd like to join him for something tomorrow.

@figliodiroma

{❤}; He sneaks up behind the male after catching sight of him and begins to tickle his sides from behind.

[koffiehuis-love]

💋+ 6

Send 💋+ a number to kiss my Muse!

Jan was sitting quietly working on a report as the day’s end was arriving. Ah, Friday night and a bar nearby, a waiting drink with his name on it. The computer he was using was not his normal PC; he had been relegated to his laptop in an empty meeting room as they were repainting his office.

Lovino sauntered into the room, a file in his hand, and perhaps Jan was to be the receiver.

“That you, man?” Jan called out, not bothering to turn around. The blond was so close to finishing and Lovino gave a simple hum, looking at the Dutchman from the back. Jan’s collar was sharply folded around his tie, making a perfect, neat line around a farmer’s tan of a neck. Having gotten a haircut that morning, the edge of his hairline was a match to the collar, framing the skin. Perhaps the Italian found it to be aesthetically pleasing as he walked up to the taller man. Without warning, Lovino bends down, his lips shyly grazing the perfumed surface. 

Jan suddenly turned at the sensation, confused. “Lovino?” 

Lovino was fast on his feet as the realization that he actually did that spread through him. 

“A dare. It was a dare.”

“Oh. Damn you all and your Friday crap. Just turn in early and get to the bars already,” Jan mumbled, shaking his head, the tiniest bit amused, “Go on now, git. I still have to finish this up.”

[koffiehuis-love]

👀👀👀

For each ‘ 👀’ I receive, my muse will remove an article of clothing.

“Fine.”

And with a swift motion, the Dutchman’s hands are on his belt-line, making quick work of his pants, unceremonious.

The give of the fabric make dropping this article of clothes quite easy, pooling around his ankles. Seeing his socks in the way, the Dutchman just peels them off along with the pants, not wanting to stupidly stand there in his boxer briefs and dark colored socks.

“Done.”