#voredaddy

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         @voredaddy gets a christmas gift. 

Okay, maybe he’s proud of it. Okay --- he had it specially made. And it’s in that shade of dark purple - almost black that looks incredibly flattering on his not-quite lover. Mm. Whatever, he likes it. He will too, right? 

                     “Hibari!” 

He’s got a gift bag in hand, the tissue paper in shades of red and green. Festive. 

[whiteorchid-whitedragon]

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up. >llll honest to god. -voredadddy.

Hoe do it | Accepting 

@voredaddy

Byakuran must have been talking too much again, because now HIbari was trying to not so subtly letting him know to shut up. Too bad putting fingers near Byakuran’s face is always a mistake, because now the finger that had been placed against his lips was trapped in the mafia boss’ mouth. The innocent look didn’t leave though.

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swoops by to steal a kiss - or several. just - just yank him into a niche somewhere & press in close, breath hot & heavy hands / feel the sharp of his teeth on your lip. if takeshi so wishes to be considered desirable, then desire he shall find. -voredaddy.

        Though surprised, it is not unpleasantly so. In a matter of seconds the moment has gone from sweet to seductive - needy, almost desperate. A breath of a smile is fed between one kiss and the next, the swordsman reaching, gripping narrow hips to reverse their positions. With Kyouya against the wall, Takeshis thigh placed between his because why not — 

And with each kiss it gets a little darker, a little hotter. They are less men and more just desire. With broad hands quick to fit under pristine button up, to feel the skin that ripples with muscle and frenzy to get closer. It’s always the quiet ones.

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"I’m not God, but if I were I’d be an angry God." -voredaddy.

@voredaddy

     It takes every bit of self control in Tsunayoshi’s small body to not start laughing. He fears if he did laugh, he wouldn’t live to tell the story.

     Instead he takes one, two steps back and smiles at the other with newfound confidence that surely wasn’t there a few years ago.

     “You know, I can’t argue with that.”