Ares preferred the silence when he couldnโt find the right words to speak out loud, so instead heโs smiling down at Julian as he cards slender digits through his locks, quiet and admiring each small detail upon his face. . . ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐ค๐ข๐, / ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ / handsome.
โ โ { He ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ in contentment once he felt Aresโ fingers in his hair, the gesture thoroughly soothing, it was better than words. . . They didnโt need to speak in order to express their own โlanguage.โ }
Mmhm.
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Oh, Ares is done for, because heโs / ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ / like a fucking idiot when he closes the gap between their mouths in order to get a taste of ๐๐๐ข. It was like an addiction, and he never wanted it to stop, losing his sense of self whenever Antonin was near. If
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โ โ { Antonin enjoyed marking him. Enjoyed seeing it on ๐๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฎ the next day, and now got irritated when it was no longer visible. . . Something he was currently /fixing/, his gaze meeting Ares once he looked back.
Salazar, the fucker the gorgeous, and
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โ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ. . .โ
Aresโ lips curved into the ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ smile, because as much as he tried to pull back from Julian to protect them both he just couldnโt bring himself to do so, fingers sinking into thick locks.
โ โ { Jules only chuckled then, shifting until his head was suddenly on Aresโ lap, yawning up at him. }
While you ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ on that, ima take a nap, hmm?