01-20-2017, 04:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-21-2017, 05:42 PM by DarkAurion98.)
The older male certainly arched a brow at the negative, just to be on the floor seconds later, holding Marc's head with extreme care.
Marc! Marcus!, Come on baby, wake up, wake up. A shuddering breath leaves his lungs like a broken dam, when the smaller male recovers consciousness, looking at the seeder with a silent plead on his eyes.
Are you ok? What do you feel love? He tries to lower his tone, feeling chills on his spine after the scene. Can't blaime Rorik, with him never witnessing his mate in such a state. That leads him to slightly question the secret fairy, who begs to drop the conversation with an excuse.
But babe, how do you expect me to ignore this? Fainting isn't just being dizzy or having fever. We should go to the hospital. He tries to convince the passive, now sitting him on his lap and pushing his lips against the other's forehead in a somewhat fatherly way. Marcus just swings his head no, holding back at sob between quick exhaling. Ok angel. I see you still don't trust me enough to tell me what's happening. It's ok, I get it, but I'll be here, whenever you need me. Those where my vows after all, in our wedding. He pauses, soothing his partner with a warm hand massaging his neck, the other firmly placed on his abdomen.
Do you remember that day? I do. You looked so ... perfect. Your hair looked silly though. He jokes, changing a bit the tense atmosphere on the room, stealing a nudge and swift chuckle from his lover. Hey, not my fault. Not matter how much I took you in our bed during honeymoon, couldn't get your hair messier than at the wedding. Now they are giggling.
Marc, the point is, I'm here for you. Tell you what. If you are sure you ain't feeling that bad, I'll take you to bed and pretend you have a flu. However, if this keeps going, you have to promise me to at least get an appointment, yes?
Marcus nods, hiding his face on the familiar scent of his unknown seeder's neck.
Let's go to bed then. He carries M bridal style, giving a few strokes to his chest, in order to steal more laughs. When the teacher is curled up in bed, Rorik exits the bathroom with two damped cloths, placing one of them on his angel's forehead.
Want some hot lemonade before sleeping? He gets a shy yes. Quickly he prepares the beverage, switching the house lights and tv off, going upstairs. The fairy accepts the drink with a blushed face, earning a chaste kiss, along a half naked husband.
Don't look at me like that. Sick or no, I'm always sleeping on boxers. This is a free country!! He yells like a child, displaying a dumb pose for his "wife" and getting in bed.
He brings Marcus closer, leaning him against his chest and softly humming on his neck. Just don't fear me love. You can tell me anything, my beautiful prince. With that the clock marks 10 PM.
Marc! Marcus!, Come on baby, wake up, wake up. A shuddering breath leaves his lungs like a broken dam, when the smaller male recovers consciousness, looking at the seeder with a silent plead on his eyes.
Are you ok? What do you feel love? He tries to lower his tone, feeling chills on his spine after the scene. Can't blaime Rorik, with him never witnessing his mate in such a state. That leads him to slightly question the secret fairy, who begs to drop the conversation with an excuse.
But babe, how do you expect me to ignore this? Fainting isn't just being dizzy or having fever. We should go to the hospital. He tries to convince the passive, now sitting him on his lap and pushing his lips against the other's forehead in a somewhat fatherly way. Marcus just swings his head no, holding back at sob between quick exhaling. Ok angel. I see you still don't trust me enough to tell me what's happening. It's ok, I get it, but I'll be here, whenever you need me. Those where my vows after all, in our wedding. He pauses, soothing his partner with a warm hand massaging his neck, the other firmly placed on his abdomen.
Do you remember that day? I do. You looked so ... perfect. Your hair looked silly though. He jokes, changing a bit the tense atmosphere on the room, stealing a nudge and swift chuckle from his lover. Hey, not my fault. Not matter how much I took you in our bed during honeymoon, couldn't get your hair messier than at the wedding. Now they are giggling.
Marc, the point is, I'm here for you. Tell you what. If you are sure you ain't feeling that bad, I'll take you to bed and pretend you have a flu. However, if this keeps going, you have to promise me to at least get an appointment, yes?
Marcus nods, hiding his face on the familiar scent of his unknown seeder's neck.
Let's go to bed then. He carries M bridal style, giving a few strokes to his chest, in order to steal more laughs. When the teacher is curled up in bed, Rorik exits the bathroom with two damped cloths, placing one of them on his angel's forehead.
Want some hot lemonade before sleeping? He gets a shy yes. Quickly he prepares the beverage, switching the house lights and tv off, going upstairs. The fairy accepts the drink with a blushed face, earning a chaste kiss, along a half naked husband.
Don't look at me like that. Sick or no, I'm always sleeping on boxers. This is a free country!! He yells like a child, displaying a dumb pose for his "wife" and getting in bed.
He brings Marcus closer, leaning him against his chest and softly humming on his neck. Just don't fear me love. You can tell me anything, my beautiful prince. With that the clock marks 10 PM.