(& so he does, leaning down the full head and a half height between them to meet his tip-toeing man's lips : firmly, tenderly. a hearth he called home. Percy hummed, fingers gripping him steadily as the mistletoe above gleamed in the moonlit night; the only witness to +
﹙ he immediately flutters his long lashes and wraps his arms around percy’s broad shoulders , leaning in ever so slightly as he stares into hypnotic gemstone eyes . ﹚
oh yeah ❓ then come and get it .
(slow grin, hooking a finger beneath handy dandy 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘁 to pull Leo right up against him, framed in the mistletoe-topped doorway. arms wind 'round his waist, a twinkle in his eyes.)
I think you owe me something.