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[mrmoneypenny]

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[mrmoneypenny]

And, sated and languid, there's an Imriel in his arms. Mmmmmm.

Kiss kiss. Shoulder, cheek. Lightly sweat-damp hair gets a ruffle, then a kiss just below the ear.

"And to top it all off," he mentions casually, amusedly, "my offer of dinner still stands."

[broodingbacchus]

Snugglesnugglenuzzlekisslaugh.

"By all means," murmurs Imriel, "dinner."

When either of them is capable of getting up.

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[mrmoneypenny]

He could fall in love easily, so easily.

A charming lad with a beautiful smile and gorgeous laugh, an appreciative soul, playful and young yet old.

Somewhere, Emperor Block applauds their athletic prowess.

For now, a smile, serious thoughts pushed away for the moment.

Another nuzzle. A kiss, this time on lips. And the very lightest nibble against his jawline.

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[broodingbacchus]

Mmm, kisses. And nibbles. And cuddlings-up-to.

"That," says Imriel with wry mock-dignity, "is not dinner."

And warm lips press laughing against Villiers' cheek.

[mrmoneypenny]

Hair scruff, just because.

"Such cheek!" Villiers teases, before dropping another kiss. And another. And another, before rolling atop Imriel with a smile.

"Everything in its own time."

[broodingbacchus]

"Oh, indeed," agrees Imri lightly, wrapping his arms around Villiers' waist and hugging him for a moment.

And then rolling them both over again, pinning him to the floor, and quite impishly kissing him on the forehead.

"Dinner," he reminds, sitting up.

[mrmoneypenny]

"Dinner," he agrees, following Imriel up for another kiss before wriggling out from under him to stand. Stretch.

Fetch at least his trousers, because he's entertaining a guest, and there are still some things bred into his blood about manners.

And then, off to the kitchen.

[broodingbacchus]

Ooh, wriggling.

Imriel approves.

Now where the hell's his towel...

Right.

"I hope," he says dryly, with a broad grin, "you don't mind informal attire."

'Cause, well. Towel.

[mrmoneypenny]

Oh, right. That.

"I've some spare clothing in the bedroom, if you want," he points out, busy preparing to cook fish. Mmmm, fish.

"It might be a bit big, but..."

Shrug.

All the more adorable. ♥

[broodingbacchus]

"All right."

For that, Villiers, you get a kiss onna cheek. ♥

[mrmoneypenny]

:D!

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Fish in frying pan. Veggies in pot. Mmmmm.

[broodingbacchus]

Imriel... eh, he'll get pants later. For now? Watching Villiers cook and wearing a dopey smile while he does it is totally gonna take precedence.

He knows the difference between sex and love, thanks. This? This, he thinks, is a little of both.

Just a little.

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[mrmoneypenny]

It's no secret: Villiers gets attached with frightening ease.

There we go. Flip the filets, check on the vegetables.

It's a quick meal. Which is good, considering.

[broodingbacchus]

"That smells delicious," Imriel comments softly, smiling.

[mrmoneypenny]

He turns his head back, to smile beatifically.

"It's a good recipe. Hopefully, you'll like."

Flip again. Whee, he can flip fish things!

[broodingbacchus]

"I'll trust your cooking."

Because. Yummysmell.