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            “Mon amour...       In case you have heard I am not sure.       I cannot help but to speak in rhyme.       And before this ends there is still so much time...”       He half grumbles as the words flow from him.       How dare some anon do this on a whim!

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1 - hot steamy kiss

            Sometimes seeing his lover was almost too much for the man.      He would never be able to deny the magnetic pull from the other.      He was aware of the way he orbited him and the way he was always      felt that, with just the wrong move, he could collide with him.  And      that was where he found himself now.  Pulled in by his gravity, their      lips moving in a hot, wet slide as he pressed him to the wall.

      His hands roamed against his lover’s lithe body, never movingbeneath his clothing even as he tried for more contact.  His tonguetraced desperately against the seam of the other’s lips, his bodypractically double over as he tried to be closer.

                  He pulled out of the kiss panting, the only words leaving him, “mon            amour” and “ma biche” as he pressed soft kisses to his jaw and neck.

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            He watches over the other’s shoulder fondly, content to simply       observe his lover at work.  He notes the way his brow furrows and his       tongue pokes out ever so slightly when he’s concentrating and he would       be tempted to brush the hair from his face if he didn’t know that the       other was far more comfortable with it not being moved when he was       in work mode.

      Instead he simply stands back, waiting until the other has set down what he’s working on for a moment to rest a hand on his shoulder.  “It’s not often that you are the one working without a break, mon amour.  Have you made some sort of breakthrough?”

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He let out a happy laugh at the other’s comments before shaking his head. He grabbed the now empty wine bottle and set it to the side along with the other. “Mon amour, slurring, speaking in cursive either way you are drunk, non?”

            He grumbled as the other spoke, looking up with ruddy cheeks       and a tilt of his head.  “...you are.”  He groaned, unused to feeling       quite so woozy. Perhaps skipping dinner had been a bad choice       after all.

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He smiles and moves closer to the larger man next to him. He rests his head down on his chest and closes his eyes. “Non, non, non, Lysandre. I am quite awake. I am simply enjoying this moment.” He glances up at the red-head and lets his fingers slowly move through his hair. He lets out a quiet hum and gives him a sleepy smile despite his earlier protests.

            He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the other’s lips, his      eyes slipping shut with the contact.  “Of course you are, mon amour...”      He lets out a contented noise in his throat, hands resting at the small of      his back.  “I am as well.”

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“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

            “Mmm.... I am not half asleep, Augustine you are half     asleep...” He grumbles softly, pulling the other man close     and holding him tightly to his chest.

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Dig into my muse's life | headcanons20 - What is your muse’s addiction?

Nicotine. If nothing else Lysandre is a terrible smoker.  Other than that, caffeine, generally in the form of coffee would be one as well.