It’s very cute and for that reason also deeply upsetting.
This is his life now, is it.
It is. It is his life. Because last night they decided to be mates again before falling into bed where Lucius fucked his lights out. And it was good. It was very good.
Flush crawls over Izzy’s cheeks and down his neck and shoulders. Feeling extremely exposed, he slips on his dressing down, white and fluffy and obviously embroidered with the ship’s logo on the chest.
Not like Lucius hasn’t seen, not like modesty means much, but it’s the principle of the matter, shut up.
“Fuck off,” it doesn’t come out nearly as scathing as he feels it should have. Good morning to you, too.
God, they’re not going to talk about this, are they? Is this a thing? He’ll have to think about it later. Alone.
Moving right along. Whooosah.
Izzy takes a breath and turns the letter over in his hands as he moves towards the kettle. Like it’s just some domestic morning or Lucius came early to their daily scrum.
Very early.
The strength of him. The way he’d folded Izzy nearly in two. The confidence of his hand around Izzy’s cock, stroking in time with the thrust of his hips- enough! Enough.
Try to be normal about this, Isreal. For the love of god.
“Post came.” He holds up the letter as he fills the kettle and sets it, then moves to do the tea.
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This is his life now, is it.
It is. It is his life. Because last night they decided to be mates again before falling into bed where Lucius fucked his lights out. And it was good. It was very good.
Flush crawls over Izzy’s cheeks and down his neck and shoulders. Feeling extremely exposed, he slips on his dressing down, white and fluffy and obviously embroidered with the ship’s logo on the chest.
Not like Lucius hasn’t seen, not like modesty means much, but it’s the principle of the matter, shut up.
“Fuck off,” it doesn’t come out nearly as scathing as he feels it should have. Good morning to you, too.
God, they’re not going to talk about this, are they? Is this a thing? He’ll have to think about it later. Alone.
Moving right along. Whooosah.
Izzy takes a breath and turns the letter over in his hands as he moves towards the kettle. Like it’s just some domestic morning or Lucius came early to their daily scrum.
Very early.
The strength of him. The way he’d folded Izzy nearly in two. The confidence of his hand around Izzy’s cock, stroking in time with the thrust of his hips- enough! Enough.
Try to be normal about this, Isreal. For the love of god.
“Post came.” He holds up the letter as he fills the kettle and sets it, then moves to do the tea.