“Do you want to die or just disappear darling.”
🕷+18
🕷Consulting Criminal
🕷Bisexual and Polygamous
🕷Open to AU’s and Crossovers
🕷Dominate Occasionally Submissive
🕷Mature Themes;Death, Blood, Torture
🕷NSFW
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The kiss was soft against his brow, he wouldn't admit that it made his heart ache. He had done wrong, leaving in such a rush. But he had to protect what was his and if that meant vanishing for a little while then he would do it.
"Lead the way..." came his voice as he stepped --
His thumbs reverently trace the gentle curve of his lover’s cheekbones, skin catching against short stubble. His blue eyes overflowed with warm as he gazed adoringly down at him, leaning forward to press his lips against the man’s brow.
“Alright… Let’s get you some tea…”
His hands reach up to cup the other man’s face, eyes drifting open to look back at him. To drink him in.
“We’ll get you some. Just… give me another second to look at you….”
Fingers gently caress over the soft fabric of Moran’s shirt.
“Good, I’d love some tea Kitten…” he breathed pulling back just enough to look up at the other man.
Slim fingers slip along the taller man’s waist as he’s pulled into the warm chest of his sniper, lips moving as he returns the kiss.
“Mmm… you’ve had tea… did you save me a sip handsome?”
Eyes opening as he glances up to Moran.
His hands move into the pockets of the robe, his eyes scanning over the taller man as he moved. A hum passing his lips as he shook his head a little.
“Not yet, I usually don’t speak to my cleaners…” he replied. “I don’t believe the laundry hasn’t been picked up yet…”
Moran threw the blankets aside and swung his legs over to sit on the edge of the bed, dressed only in a pair of tight fitting boxer briefs.
“You checked in with the dirty laundry, yet?”
They were definitely Jim’s. He wasn’t going to admit it. He was just grumpy.
“No…possibly…” he grumbled throwing the last few boxes out into their bedroom before he emerged, just in a silk robe which was nearly tied around his waist.
“I cannot find my favorite tie pin…”
“YES.”
Several empty shoe boxes come flying through the open door to their closet, more angry grumbling followed.
“Why are there SO MANY empty boxes in here?!”