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8. Forehead Kiss
With a small smile, Alphonse got up onto his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Snake’s forehead, murmuring a small “Je t’adore” against the scaled skin.
“I missed you so bad.” [[i missed them too ;w;]]
"Moi aussi. I am sorry I did not give you warning before I left for so long, I ‘ad to leave quickly…"
"…" Snake knew he was in the wrong to have questioned the other and gotten into his personal business, but there was no reason in his mind for the other to act so bitterly in response – it really stung to be talked to like that, and he didnt like it one bit.He strode over to the edge of the bed and dropped some extra sheets one the bed that belonged to the room none too gently, scowling at the other as he looked up again. "Fine, I’ll be getting back to work then, says Wilde." he muttered out a bit coldly before turning to leave. "Make sure not to mess this room up any more than that, though; I already have enough work as it is, says Oscar."
“No promises…" He frowned as the other walked out. Dammit… Screwed up again…
He sighed heavily, perhaps having the other mildly irritated by him would be worth not telling him…. Resting his head on the pillow and pulling the sheets off from around him, he fixed the robe wrapped around him. No. He couldn’t tell Snake, he would hate him if he did. By the time Snake had come back, the albino was sprawled across the bed and staring at the ceiling, robe half-off and the dark and twisted incuse fully visible.
solum-serpens replied to your post:Have a Munday picture of my sunburned face ...
[[You’re still beautiful to me *A* lets have many babies~]]
[no babies, i'm too much in pain to move, let alone have babies.]
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{ Ahhhh is this from the pool day~? }
[Nope, it's from 20 minutes ago~]
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[[I’M ACTUALLY CRYING OMG]]
[AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY I PLAY BREAK THE WAY I DO]
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“Aww~ You really want a kiss from me~?" He slid his arms around the other’s waist and pulled him forward into a kiss.
“You should send me a few more~ I’ll kiss whatever part of you you want me to~ Especially down here~" he moved his hand to grope at the younger’s crotch, "I’ll give that the sweetest kiss of all~ Such a deep kiss that it slides down my throat and makes you squirm~~~”
"Snake, you're coming with me, so put that bucket down and get ready to leave in ten minutes. Understood?"
There was no kindness in Vincent's words and no signs of patience either, but the Phantomhive's servants were probably used to it by now. Whenever he was stressed or about to get angry, these were the signals.
✿ [[GOMEN]]
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1 - Aggressive Kiss.
Vincent not once considered himself to be completely normal -being born with the weight of a name and a duty that would be passed onto him sooner or later didn't left much room for him to even begin to be put in the same cathegory as the rest of the world, and he always made sure to remind people that- but this was ridiculous. Women came and they go but that was alright; he had a lovely wife he always tried to be loyal to -though sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do- and a rather healthy sexual inclination... or so he thought.
No, of course it wasn't his fault! It was that male servant's fault!
He didn't even had a proper name, and he existed under the Phantomhive's roof living like if it was a normal thing to spoke with snakes like he did. Vincent had to be honest while reaching this point of his inner struggle against the guilt he was feeling, that he himself found it quite amusing the fact that Snake could control those reptiles so easily... but that gave him no right to seduce his master like that.
That is why he had called Snake that morning: he needed to teach that young boy a lesson. But once he had the other in front of him, his voice didn't come out as strong as always... because it wasn't Snake's fault in the end, now, was it? Not that noticing that helped at all, merely for what it truly meant: that Vincent was crooked, perverted and corrupted to the bone, having this impure sexual desire for someone he shared the same gender with.
Instead of talking, he did what he do best: he used his violence against the servant. Grabbing Snake by the throat, he pushed him against the wall and kissed him... if that could be called a kiss at all. In the most starved way he devoured those pale lips, biting them before he could realize what he was doing. Using his body to cage the snake's tamer, he released the neck as his hand went to grab locks of snow white hair to tug at them.
When he was done, he stepped back almost panting -his lungs aching for air.
"You deserved that."
