* birthday absinthe ; oij x lwh
He took his time to do such thing. He always does, when it came to his most favourite pleasure right after nights spent body against body in delicious pleasure. It was something that was meant to relax him and help him think and let words flow from his mouth and shape themselves as bullets.
He loved indulging into it on the rooftop even when it was cold, because the sensation of feet dangling in the void was always giving him the right trills, and that’s the kind of weather actually meeting so perfectly his leisure. Even up in the north, when the first love with human form showed him the ways and preparation --it was something always complemented with the cold, and that was in need of the cold to work.
( ad it was time to share such a small thing of his with someone he deemed special, during his vety special day )
So the only thing he could do after sending a text was to take a deep breath and wait, alongside those tools that would make this small incoming sunset even more magical.
A bottle of Fee Vert, two very special glasses and spoons, icy water in a bottle and sugar cubes waiting to be melted.
