mehran.

dead dogs do not mourn, my dove.

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@NirmalaFeast Salam kenal, semuanya. Maaf kalau perkenalannya baru segini, mangkuk saya … ketinggalan.

Kalau ada yang punya kontak supplier paperbowl, bisa langsung colek saya, ya. Terima kasih.

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast … fishing? (He tried to suppress a chuckle, yet what came out of him would be the sheer look of bafflement.) Sure, dear. Where would it be?

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast, dearest. Where should we go first?

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[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@odetosavior “Thank you, dear boy,” Mehr would receive the housewarming gift, holding it close to his chest as he looked past your figure. “You too, take care. I’ll be looking for my husband.”

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@Kumadai_RP Fortunately joined the festival last-minute. Where should he pick up the coins and tickets then?

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast Walaupun sudah seranjang berdua …?

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast I missed you too, Dudung. Don’t you want to sleep first?

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast forehead when the odds dawned upon him. “I was only curious how you’d react. Did I disturb you?”

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

Fingers crept around @UpinFeast’s neck, trailing over the line of his throat like the rites of adoration.

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast Existing between each layer of his skin was the kind of temperance dictated through the scriptures of one’s heresy.

Mehran hummed softly; palm stopped moving on the side of Dudung’s neck, fingers clasped along the lining. “Nothing,” he said then, pressing his lips against his -

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast intention to let go.

“You have a morbid streak for somebody who enjoys the finer things,” Mehran said, voice dropping to a predatory silkiness that hummed against Dudung’s skin. He tilted his head, lips hovering a heartbeat away from his. “Why don’t we indulge you some more?”

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

Roused was the tension between them as Mehran leaned in, hand slapped on the wall next to @UpinFeast’s head to pin himself over the proximity.

“Dudung.”

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast admission of the havoc the other man was wreaking on his pulse.

How thoroughly bleak, he thought, the hand that had been staying on Dudung’s waist would slide upwards, fingertips pressed against the intercostal space of his ribs—tenderly with the weight of a man who had no -

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast archaeologist over me, my love? Or are you ready to admit that you’re in for a bigger disappointment?”

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast he pressed his mouth firmly against the corner of Dudung’s lips in a bruising, possessive claim. With a slow, deliberate movement, the hand beneath Dudung’s shirt moved higher, tracing the line of his ribs with a possessive, territorial heat.

“Still so eager to play an -

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast warmth of those youthful, mocking embers. “Most people start with a conversation, perhaps a walk. They do not start by … testing the structural integrity of my composure.”

[mehran. @MehrFeast]

@UpinFeast against the wall in disapproval.

“You have a terrifying definition of ‘beginning’, eshgham,” he managed to grit out, though the effect was ruined by the slight tremor in his breath. Mehran turned his head just enough to catch that russet gaze, finding himself trapped in the -