01-15-2017, 06:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2017, 01:36 AM by DarkAurion98.)
Rorik still felt uneasy, noticing the cold sweat of his mate and his stressed stare. Perhaps he had an argument with a collegue, or the additional kids really worn him out. Whatever the case, he let it pass this time, accepting with a soft smile the dinner his "wife" just prepared. Yes, he believes in Marcus strenght and manly bits, but most of him is sweet. He can't stop thinking on his husband as a lovely, forever loyal wife. Memories of their first night together remain glowing in his mind, and he sweares he felt a calming aura in that perfect moment, when they became one.
I'm glad to be here sweetie. He answers the daleyed greeting, taking off his coat and shoes. Before he seat, the dominant goes for a change of clothes, jumping in a soft T-shirt and sweatpants. The type of wear he doesn't allow Marc to wash often. It has my natural scent love. don't wash it. He always says with a kiss to the other's cheek, earning rolling eyes. Now, don't misunderstand the bigger male. The couple enjoys sharing the house chores whenever they can. Feels like being collage roomates again hon'. Marcus always points out.
Back in the present, the big guy enjoys the curry. Marc, it's excellent. And you dare to say you wouldn't be a good chef. He praises his little fighter, who seems to relax at the words.
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After dinner, Rorik does the dishes while his lover the laundry. Leaning against the washing machine, breathes slowly the pregnant fairy.
You are distracted Mr. Greenfellow. Muffles Leekev, placing little pecks on M's neck. He draws circles with his knuckles on the other's lower back and finishes with strong arms tugging close his pale beauty. Tell me angel, what's distracting you? I came here and you didn't even hear me. He speaks with a low tone, mantaining a comfortable hold and even a touch of lips.
Marcus affirms there's nothing wrong though.
Ok. Would you like to watch a movie with me then, handsome?- He begs with a smirk, carrying his everything to the living room.
-Not that I have much of a choice, do I?- Chuckles Marc.
-You know me-
With the cold night kicking in, the couple cuddles on the sofa, enjoying the fairy's favorite, until...
Love, do you have ..... fever?
I'm glad to be here sweetie. He answers the daleyed greeting, taking off his coat and shoes. Before he seat, the dominant goes for a change of clothes, jumping in a soft T-shirt and sweatpants. The type of wear he doesn't allow Marc to wash often. It has my natural scent love. don't wash it. He always says with a kiss to the other's cheek, earning rolling eyes. Now, don't misunderstand the bigger male. The couple enjoys sharing the house chores whenever they can. Feels like being collage roomates again hon'. Marcus always points out.
Back in the present, the big guy enjoys the curry. Marc, it's excellent. And you dare to say you wouldn't be a good chef. He praises his little fighter, who seems to relax at the words.
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After dinner, Rorik does the dishes while his lover the laundry. Leaning against the washing machine, breathes slowly the pregnant fairy.
You are distracted Mr. Greenfellow. Muffles Leekev, placing little pecks on M's neck. He draws circles with his knuckles on the other's lower back and finishes with strong arms tugging close his pale beauty. Tell me angel, what's distracting you? I came here and you didn't even hear me. He speaks with a low tone, mantaining a comfortable hold and even a touch of lips.
Marcus affirms there's nothing wrong though.
Ok. Would you like to watch a movie with me then, handsome?- He begs with a smirk, carrying his everything to the living room.
-Not that I have much of a choice, do I?- Chuckles Marc.
-You know me-
With the cold night kicking in, the couple cuddles on the sofa, enjoying the fairy's favorite, until...
Love, do you have ..... fever?