Jul 20, 2014
"Max~" Dorian peered around the corner of the doorway, eyeing the other man before he entered.
"Yes, dear look alike?" Enjoying being lazy for once. He has no motivation moving off of this couch.
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"Max~" Dorian peered around the corner of the doorway, eyeing the other man before he entered.
"Yes, dear look alike?" Enjoying being lazy for once. He has no motivation moving off of this couch.
Henry sat in the garden, waiting for Dorian. It was midsummer, and the paths were surrounded by thick foliage and floral smatterings. Beside him sat a modest parcel containing a small set of paints and brush. He slid his fingers along the petals of the overhanging flowers as he waited. Finally Dorian's footsteps drew near, and Henry stood up, holding out the bundle.
"Ah, hello Dorian, I've brought you a gift, I do hope you can make use of it."
Dorian's in Max's lap again, but this time he's half asleep, laying down nuzzled into his thighs.
Max chuckles softly as he gently runs his fingers through the other's hair while waiting for him to fall completely asleep.
"Where else would you like my lips, Spencer?" Slowly, Dorian began dragging little kisses over his jaw, touching painfully soft ones down his throat.
"All over...down my stomach...around my belly button...wherever your lips lead you," he moaned, eyes rolling back in please as he tilted his head, giving Dorian more room. He loved his teasing so much.
"I love your kisses, Spencer," he murmured against his lips, fingers playing in his waistband.
Spencer mewled softly, eyes closing. "Good because I love kissing you. Those soft, beautiful lips."
"I think I have something that'll help calm you down, Max.."
"Oh? And what's that?" Currently smoking up a storm.
He moved off Eric so he could scoot all the way over to Spencer, hand slipping under his shirt. God, he loved the nights he spent here.
Spencer pulled Dorian's lips to his own, kissing him tenderly. "My beautiful love," he whispered against his lips, arching against his touch.
"Hey," he whispered, gently kissing the side of his neck.
Spencer smiled. "Hey yourself beautiful," he whispered, shivering at the kiss.