Anton & Sullivan

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton hums contentedly, then moves to claim Sullivan's lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

{Me too. :3 I love Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law so much.}

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[timbits_tootsie]

Sullivan returns it with playful nips of teeth over lips, languid strokes of tongues and lips moving together, while his hands thread through Anton's hair.

"I love you," he murmurs, smiling, feeling ready to share those words with him again.

(They're practically married :D)

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton pauses, unsure. He knows what Sullivan wants to hear, and what he really ought to be saying, but it's hard. So hard, because it's been ingrained in him not to say it since birth, and he can never quite seem to overcome those barriers.

Finally, he sighs. "And I you," he settles for, hoping that it will be enough.

{I know. :D Pft, I don't even know why I bother trying to pretend that I'll be doing anything other than baking this time of year. Even if all my finals are next week.}

[timbits_tootsie]

And it is.

Sullivan's lips split wide in a warm, fond smile that lights up his green eyes, and with another kiss to Anton's mouth and snuggles close to share his warmth, letting the sleepiness settle over him like a comfortable blanket.

"Let's sleep in," he sighs.

(Baking because of the urge to bake, or out of necessity/stressing down? We did so well today at work that we reached the champagna limit, which is this money limit that's set for all the stores, so if they reach it, they get a bottle of champagne and praise from the big dogs :D)

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton hums in response, already half asleep.

{Baking because of the urge to bake. I've been bitten by a Christmas bug this year, it seems. Ooh, nice! Was it super busy, then?}