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[Impatient? Oh, that's a perfect word for it.

Iskandar laughs as he feels Waver's hand on his butt. Quite mischevious for someone so usually reserved. He loves it. He wants to kiss that perfect hand, every single finger, his wrist...how he loves those slender wrists. He will. Soon.

The door gives in and they're inside. Yes. Finally.

Only there Iskandar lets Waver to stand on his own. Though it doesn't mean he lets go of him. He allows maybe an inch of distance between them. Maybe even less. Neither of them waits for the door to shut before starting to undress the other. The red scarf flies across the room as Iskandar unbuttons Waver's coat, frees him from it before throwing it aside. They'll worry about it later. Not now. Not when he can finally go and cover Waver's now exposed neck with kisses. When he can claim his lips. Sink his fingers into his lover's silky hair.

He needs both of their pants off, and he needs them off now. Truly, this garment must be the work of the devil. How much more simple it would if they both were wearing chitons! The mere thought of Waver in chiton makes Iskandar's blood boil as if it wasn't close to boiling enough already. A long moan escapes him.

There are too many layers of clothes on both of them still. They dressed for warmth, not for ease of shedding those clothing and now Iskandar wishes they did the opposite. He struggles with the zipper of Waver's sweater for a moment, seconds barely, but it feels like the eternity. He yearns for the touch of his skin. Needs it more than the air to breath.

Impatient? Yes. And very, very hungry.]

[Waver pants as Iskandar attacks his neck, a whine escaping him as yes, the both of them are far, far too clothed. The thick knit of Iskandar's sweater is underneath his fingers and he pulls frantically even as his own is unzipped.

Somehow they manage to co-ordinate enough to get the offending garments off. It's a near impossible task as both of them hunger for contact, the press of skin against skin, lips against lips. The pants will be worse, because they first need to get out of their boots.

Waver could go for a chiton right now. It wouldn't get in the way of what he desperately wants and needs.

The fire crackles merrily as boots thunk against the floor, discarded. Waver fumbles with Iskandar's fly, distracted, before there's the purr of metal and his hand goes straight for the prize, underwear and pants be damned.]

... bed. Bed now.

[On second thought, the wall or the rug in front of the fire works just as well. The bed may just be too far.]

[Iskandar leans into the touch with a long exhale. His hips moving without him making any conscious decision. Oh, yes. That's the way...]

Waver...

[His voice coarse and strained with want. They might not make it to bed though.]

Can't. Too far.

[Iskandar has spotted the rug in front of the fire and has already made plans to use it. Later when he'll have more patience. When he will be able to fully appreciate the softness of the fur, the warmth of the fire and the golden light that seeps from it. Later, when he won't be blinded by this almost feral lust.

The wall it is.

It is just Iskandar's luck that when he looks around in this maddened state, dreading that they will have to go to bedroom anyway, he sees a bottle of scented oil on the top of the low cabinet right on the other side of the door. They haven't finished unpacking yet. Whatever decision process led to leaving the bottle there it feels like a divine intervention now.

Then comes the complicated operation of retrieving the bottle, unscrewing it and smearing the oil on his hands and cock. It is a necessary delay though. While nothing can stop Iskandar from fully satisfying their shared hunger he still wants his gorgeous husband to scream in pleasure and not pain. There are precautions he won't omit no matter how starved he is.

Waver is already trembling in his arms as Iskandar slides one slick finger inside him. They are so accustomed to each other it is not really needed. He likes to do it anyway. He likes to touch him, to feel his lovers prostate harden under his touch. To get Waver ready for their union as they reach the very edge of pleasure together.

So its only fingers now. Touching, caressing, working Waver open.]

Here then.

[Wall it is.

Waver's kicking away the pants from around his ankle when he hears the whisper soft grind of a lid being unscrewed and scents the oil in the air. He presses back into Iskandar, grinding as he trembles in his arms, breathing heavy. Like Iskandar, he's a few inches away from losing it completely.

He braces one palm against the wall as his legs spread for Iskandar, both for ease of access and stability. His cock bobs with the movement, flushed and full, and he keens as the first finger is slipped in, precum welling up as Iskandar strokes within him just right.

He twists slightly to devour his husband's lips with kisses, moaning with sheer need for Iskandar to take him, urgency increasing the longer he's fingered open. He can feel Iskandar hard against him; his King is trembling with the restraint of holding back. There's something wild in his eyes; it's reflected in Waver's own.]

-- aaahhh... Christ!

Iskandar, please!

[Iskandar is no longer able to answer with words. So no words but a long growl like a rolling thunder.
He likes to go slow, to give his husband time to adjust and himself a chance to savour the experience. It's not something he's capable of now. They're both too maddened with desire.

So it all happens fast. Iskandar grips Waver's hips and pushes inside him. Lips finding lips. Iskandar's hand leaving Waver's hip, sliding down his stomach to close around his leaking cock, matching the frantic pace of Iskandar's thrusts.

Iskandar groans as he hangs on the very edge. So close to pleasure, it's almost painful. Time seems to slow down to a crawl or stop completely. Then the sweet release. That moment of pure extasy that sets all of his nerves alight. The sound of Waver's voice as he comes. And then it's over.

Iskandar pulls away, still shaking and exhausted, but so indescribably satisfied. He picks Waver up and carries him to bed where he wraps them both in warm blankets. Only there he can kiss his love properly; long, and deep, and slow. Letting them both cherish every moment of it.

Dinner will have to wait just a bit more.]

[Waver cries out as he's breached and Iskandar's hand closes around his cock, hips rocking back to match Iskandar's thrusts and fucking forward into the tight, oil-slicked roughness of his husband's fist at the same frantic pace. He chases kiss after kiss, restraint an alien thing, consumed by hunger and ever mounting ecstasy.

It can't last long. They're too keyed up. It doesn't. It feels like an eternity, though, as they hang on the edge, each pushing each other forward. Then. They fall together. Waver shouts, clenching around Iskandar; Iskandar thrusts deep, hold tightening on Waver as he shakes. The world is scored away by fire - racing through him, shooting out, blooming within - sweet annihilation.

Then it's over, and Waver sags in Iskandar's arms shaking as his lover pulls out.

He cracks open an eye. UH. He sure came over the wall, didn't he? Fuck... housekeeping... surely housekeeping's seen worse. Waver doesn't have too much time to be embarrassed over it, as Iskandar's sweeping him up in his arms and off to bed. He'd honestly rather pay attention to his husband, especially when they're wrapped in warm blankets and curled around each other.

Waver's toes curl delightedly, and he wraps a leg around Iskandar's as they continue to kiss and savor the moment. He presses close, finger teasing down a bicep and following the path laid out by a scar, as he lets out an utterly satisfied sigh.

He's forgotten about dinner. For the moment.]

Mmm... that was good.

[It's not going to be enough for tonight. Not with how ravenous they just were. But the edge is off. They can linger over the rest of their pleasures now.]

It was.

[Iskandar purrs right back at him. His voice dripping with mellow contentment.]

One could easily get an impression we haven’t seen each other for months. And what was it? Ten hours?

[He chuckles, fully aware it's not exactly so. They both have been starving for interrupted time together much longer. End of the year is a busy time for both humans and gods alike. He could count on one hand the times when he didn’t come back to the Temple in the evening to find Waver already asleep, or worse, not even there yet.
He lets his hand slide down idly stroking Waver’s leg that’s wrapped around him as he holds his husband close with the other. As if he hasn't already memorized every feature, every inch of this perfect body. Waver is a beauty like no other and Iskandar can never have enough of him.]

It felt like months to me. I don't even remember when we had a chance to sit to a proper meal together.

[It’s so natural for Waver to dive headfirst into overwork... and there’s always something to do. People always have more needs and wants that is ever feasible to fulfill.
It’s easy to get lost in it. Iskandar remembers the time when he was guilty of such behaviour himself. It hapenned many times in the past before he learned how to guard his time more deliberately. Much is expected, even more outright demanded, of king. It’s no different with gods.]

I want to spend more time with you, love. Play video games, read, anything, just with you.

[There is no need for hushed voices and yet Iskandar lowers his voice to a whisper as if he was sharing the world’s greatest secret with his lover. His lips almost touching Waver's ear.]

I want to make love to you under starlight.

Less.

[Horrifically busy times; their followers have gone up as well. While that brings them both power, prestige, and everything else that comes from popularity, their free time has dwindled as duty has called. He was never allowed time as Lord - it's difficult now as a god to figure out that balance. He's trying, but conking out before Iskandar returns or arriving late at the Temple because of one thing or another is starting to get frustrating. The only mercy is that they now have a joint Temple (which sits very well with Temple.)

Waver's sure if it keeps up, they'll have to look at bringing in more shinki into their household (something neither of them are at all thrilled with given their views) or outsourcing, or something.

They're both dead and this is now their second lives. He wants to be able to live them.]

We've been run off our feet. So many damn things... [That leg tightens against Iskandar as it's stroked, revealing newly won muscle. Waver pushes closer in a slow arch, needing skin contact like air.] I don't remember either. Or the last time we had a game marathon or sat and enjoyed a movie...

[They needed this vacation desperately.]

Or the last time we lingered over lovemaking.

[Speaking of... the moment Iskandar's lips nearly touch Waver's ear and he whispers about starlight in the tone of confessing a deeply held secret, has Waver inhaling sharply, heat spiking through his veins.]

I want to take back our time... as much as we can with our duties. I want to savor every bit of the world with you. I want us to be able go to the theater, game, dance... all those things that make life worth living.

[And then he shifts to pin Iskandar in a kiss.]

Like making love under starlight.

[A little surprised but Iskandar kisses back with equal fierceness. They have all the time in the world now, or at least a week, to do whatever pleases them. No duties, no prayers, nothing. Just the two of them. Good food, beautiful landscape around them, and a big comfortable bed.]

Which is exactly what I intend to do since you have found us such a perfect spot for it.

[He lifts his hand and lets his fingers brush Waver's cheek, trace the line of his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. A path he traversed thousands of times. It would be another million before he tires of it.]

Later. I believe we might still have dinner waiting for us and I actually could eat something.

[That short burst of passion was hardly enough to make up for what was long overdue for both of them. Though it did allow Iskandar to stop thinking exclusively of sex. To remember that they were out all day on nothing but a few meager sandwiches, their last meal was breakfast and said breakfast could not, even if one was to be extremely generous, be called a feast. While not strictly necessary, even gods do better when they eat.]

So shower, dinner and when we'll be sufficiently nourished, we come back here to check this stars' viewing spot. [Though the chance that Iskandar's attention would be on the stars and not fully on his gorgeous husband is very low.] What do you think about such a plan?

I think it's a perfect plan.

[Waver arches into the touch like a cat into a caress, a contented subvocal purr more felt than heard rising from him as Iskandar's fingers travel from his cheek to his shoulder. He strokes down Iskandar's chest before pushing himself and bending to nuzzle just as feline-like, forehead against forehead.]

Share the shower with me? I believe it's big enough for the both of us. We'll get to dinner faster.

[Now there isn't going to be hot water, but Iskandar enjoys the pleasure of washing the Caster's hair and Waver won't pass up a chance to scrub his husband and otherwise get his hands over him.

His fingers of one hand tease feather light down, stroking a circle across abs, before lightly resting them against Iskandar's stomach. Playful in a way Waver only is when he's in an excellent mood. Or in one that guarantees that neither of them will be sleeping much at all until they've fully satisfied their passions.]

[The purr sends shivers down his spine resonating deep in his bones. Iskandar chuckles, eyes half-close, his hands already sinking into the silky softness of Waver's hair when their foreheads meet. His blood turns to liquid fire again under his husband's touch.]

Yes, my love. Great idea. Very practical.

[It's infinitely tempting to push the hand on his stomach lower. Iskandar is not a man of much restraint. Frankly, he doubts he has any when it comes to succumbing to his desires. And all that he desires right now is to make love to Waver again. He's well aware that it would completely obliterate their plan to get dinner before the restaurant stops serving it. He knows that.
He also knows that almost nothing is such a mood killer as one's growling stomach. He doesn't want to ruin their stars gazing moment by something so easily preventable.

Truly the final evidence that he has indeed ascended to godhood lies with the fact that he's even able to tear himself away from his husband. Only by some divine exercise of will can he manage to sit pulling Waver with him.]

Come. If I spend a second longer in this bed we won't be going anywhere.

[Cold shower is a must if he's to even string two coherent thoughts together. A useful skill when the plan is to go out and talk to other people. Iskandar lets out a disappointed sigh. This is way too difficult. They should order room service next time.]

[Room service is easier when they aren't in a cabin surrounded by snow. One singular flaw in Waver's plans.

There's a bit of a playful pout as he's pulled to sit. But otherwise Waver behaves, tossing back his tossled hair back over his back, hiding the massive burn scar spilling down it from view. Yes, time for a godly exhibit of restraint.]

I won't tempt you a second longer, love. [Definitely in that kind of mood.] Until later.

[Maybe over dinner a bit to build the anticipation.

(Iskandar, you are creating a monster here)

But up out of bed, and padding along to the shower Waver goes. Cold shower is a must here too. Next time, he'll plan better for their rampant appetites. Room service, definitely, next time.]

[That small detail escaped their attention but it is too late to worry about it now. Iskandar chuckles at Waver's dramatic hair toss. He catches a loose strand between his fingers releasing it only after he managed to plant a kiss on Waver's naked shoulder.]

I hardly think that's even possible. I am forever tempted by you. [Definitely over dinner, he counts on it.

(Waver, dear, how nice of you to appreciate all the hard work he's doing here.)

To shower it is. Iskandar would love to spend more time tending to Waver's hair but he is distracted. His hands just keep wandering all over his husbands back, neck and shoulders. He has to hold back not let himself venture lower. Cold water is indeed a blessing but it's barely enough. So he has to hurry. They are out of the shower and dressing up a lot faster than he'd like. He takes his solace in the knowledge that once they've eaten he'd have all the time in the world to enjoy what he has to postpone now.

Still, watching Waver dress is a pleasure on its own. Black and crimson always looked good on him. Iskandar smiles.]

Mhm, I would prefer you naked now but I must admit that outfit suits you.

[Watching him undress would be even better. But that's for later. It's far from easy but he can wait.]

Forever tempting a forever tempting man? Mhmmm... that sounds just right.

[It's very difficult to keep his own touch innocent and in completely appropriate places while they're scrubbing each other down. Very difficult. The cold water helps, but he still prickles with hunger, and it's a race through getting clean. Especially when Iskandar touches his neck.

Soon. After dinner. Soon.

Black suit. Deep crimson dress shirt. Black tie with subtle gold accent. He's just fastening his cufflinks when Iskandar comments, and flushes pink.]

Terumi tailored it for me. I've been waiting for a good occasion to wear it. I like it. [Not that Waver doesn't always favor business wear, but the outfits he gets bespoke from his friends in Ebisu's temple are definitely the nicest articles of clothing he has. He adds a men's silk scarf to drape down the sides of his chest.] But I can think of a way it'll look even nicer. After dinner, though.

[Being slowly dropped to the floor a piece at a time as Waver stripteases for his husband in other words. He reddens further at the thought.]

You're looking very fetching yourself, you know.

I thought you'd appreciate the wordplay.

[He drinks the sight of that red creeping up as Waver explains the suit. Then deepening as he goes on about his after-dinner plans. Iskandar loves making his gorgeous husband blush like that. As he said earlier, crimson suits him.]

Thank you, love. I see we both agree the occasion deserves a little extra.

[It is a short trek between their cabin and the restaurant. The look they get at the entrance confirms to Iskandar that they did, in fact, arrive at the last possible moment. The man at the door needs to go and fetch the list of guests from the back to cross them off.
Truly last possible moment.

Finally, they get seated and don't even have to wait long for the food to arrive. The fact they showed up late accidentally helps with one small problem they almost always have in places like that. Getting noticed. This time it is not a problem at all. They've got everyone's attention for long enough.

Now that they've eaten, ordered more wine, and are just waiting for the dessert, Iskandar can finally appreciate what Waver is wearing in all its splendor. He looks across the table swirling a bit wine in his glass.]

So this is the legendary suit.

[If Waver planned it as a surprise he chose wrong temple to help him. Gossip is the life of Ebisu's temple. Iskandar got nagged about it on almost every visit.]

I've been hearing about it for weeks.

[More like months. He takes a sip from his glass not even for a moment tearing his gaze away from Waver.]

I'm pleased to confirm it does live up to its legend.

[Problems Waver almost always resorts in using magecraft to solve when they don't have a call button for the server or a touch screen to put in their order like they so often do in Japan.

He sips his glass, cheeks pinking. Gossip is the lifeblood of Ebisu's temple - that and all the betting. If they were nagging Iskandar, then there was a pot on the line. Perhaps... nay, definitely encouraged by Natsumi and Terumi.]

Ahhh... when I was going to stun you with it was up for wager, hmm?

[Compliment... taken?? Waver smiles behind his wine glass, lashes lowering. Honestly, those two are going to take it. He already told them he was going to wear it here.]

Now I wonder who's going to walk away smiling for winning? Aside from us.

[Aside from those two. He has his suspicions among those he socializes in the blessed water baths with. Not that he needs to keep up the habit given his godhood and the fact he doesn't have enough shinki to strain him, but it's part of the culture, and something he encourages for the shinki of their own temple to take part of. It's just practical there beyond the emotional benefits; it helps keep their shinki healthy and prevent, catch, and treat blight, and Ebisu's own shinki are very vigilant about keeping each other and the people who join them safe that way.]

[Touchscreens are lifesavers. One of the conveniences Iskandar hates losing when he's away from Japan. Only then he realises how much he got used to them.]

Apparently it was. [Iskandar rolls his eyes.] They are shameless. That's what they are.

[He's first to admit that hard-working shinki of Ebisu fully deserve their entertainment. If he can provide it for them by being a topic of juicy gossip then it's exactly what he will do. They all, shinki and their god, have been an invaluable help to him and Waver since both of them appeared on the Far Shore. For that, Iskandar will be forever grateful. Even if some of them remain salty at him for taking Waver permanently out of the dating pool. As if he was ever in it. Hmpf.]

No idea. I don't think I've ever got asked twice by the same people. Whoever it is, is going to end considerably better off. I wouldn't be surprised if half of the temple was on it.

[As for the time to use that newly acquired wealth. Ah, that's another matter altogether.]

And I am stunned.

[He reaches across the table to caress Waver's cheek.]

You look absolutely gorgeous in it. I think I owe Terumi a bottle of something really nice as a thank you.

That's one of the things they are, that's for sure.

[Waver rolls his eyes right back. They can be ridiculous.

But on that topic, not that Iskandar doesn't have his own admirers in Ebisu's temple... here's always the fact that god and shinki relations are normally taboo, however, and often shinki aren't allowed to have relations at all. These barriers don't exist at Ebisu's temple, but they're still felt. Waver knows those shinki to be silent. For him... well, he was once attainable in those eyes when he was trapped as shinki and even without an relationship, New Gods disappeared all the time back then and there was hope Ebisu would take him. There's some of the salt right there. He's out of reach in more than one way.]

Though try three quarters. I'm trying to think of who there who doesn't have a gambling habit.

[He leans into that touch, affectionate, hand coming up to cover Iskandar's own.]

I feel gorgeous, especially right now. [Then he breathes in amusement.] Sake's always safe. Nice white or rose, too. Red's... he isn't the biggest tannin fan out there.

[Terumi's one of those admirers because Iskandar is built exactly the way he likes, but he's quite content with just enjoying the view whenever Iskandar comes by and listening to all of Waver's tales. Waver doubts the man would ever really entertain entering a relationship with a god given the taboo and his own history either.]

[Rules and limitations. That's what the Far Shore has in heaps. Some are sensible. Made for protection of both gods and shinki alike. Protection that is sorely needed. Especially given how rotten the system is. How literally life-threatening. Some are not. Made for the convenience of those who hold the power. Same old story repeated over time and space.

Those very limitations, those taboos, are at fault for his ignorance. Iskandar has no idea he has secret fans at Ebisu's temple. He wouldn't be surprised though, he has been loved, and loved, many while he was still a mortal man. That's not bound to change now that he's a god. And yet even if he knew it wouldn't have changed a thing. For he has eyes only for one man now. The one sitting on the other side of the table. His husband.]

I cannot find any blame in that. They deserve their fun. [He winks at Waver.] At least it's normal gambling and not one of those awful gatcha games.

[He is in no hurry to move his hand. Even less so when Waver covers it with his own. He smiles content. So beautiful.]

And rightfully so.

[Spectacular. This is the word he does not say but he doesn't have to. There is not enough words in all languages of the world to properly describe the beauty of his love.
They are still waiting for dessert but Iskandar seriously entertains a thought to just skip it and go back to their cabin so he can admire this beauty in peace. But he has some shreds of patience left and the desserts in this place were heralded as utterly divine. So who else to judge if that's indeed so than a pair of gods?]

So sake it will be. I may end up asking him to make something for me too. [He pauses, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.] If I can afford it.

[That last sentence is more a joke than anything. Right now? He most likely can. It wasn't always so but the steady buildup of his popularity did more than just deprive him of time he could otherwise spend with Waver. Still no riches of Babylon yet but already enough to afford a nice suit without dealing a serious blow to the Temple's budget.]

[A system Waver has no end of bitterness towards. It nearly destroyed the both of them before his ascension.]

Gah, don't remind me of the gatcha craze. [There's a bit of a smile as his eyes roll up and he adopts a put upon expression.] I can't wait for it to blow over, so people stop pestering me about it. I'm quite content with things like my Candy Crush and Prune.

[If it's a fiendishly difficult puzzle game, it's on his phone. Along with so many other games...

Waver glows content as he continues to nuzzle. Which is of course when their server brings by dessert. It's a riff on a tradition Norwegian Christmas dessert with local cloudberries and cream, and it's light and airy and absolutely fragrant.]

Careful now. [Tease, tease...] Get into debt with Natsumi and Terumi, and they'll be sure to get all the interest out of you they can.

[Ebisu's temple is overworked and they'll all do whatever it takes to lighten the workload. But for money, Iskandar would find he'd be getting off light in comparison to others. Natsumi and Terumi are Waver's best old generation shinki friends and both of them work closely with Ebisu to swap around prayers so tasks go to the god best suited to handle them.

(... that said, financial debt is something Waver is keen to avoid for obvious reasons. He likes nice things, but his clothing collection is much smaller than rumored for instance, thank you. All of the things he has goes with everything else, and mixing and matching just makes it looks like he's gone wilder than he has.)]

Though I'm curious just what he'd design for you. [Purring.] You already make men and women weak in the knees when you walk by... should I expect them to be outright dropping?

[Iskandar appreciates that the server does not flinch witnessing their small display of affection. But it gets even better. Not only does the man not flinch, he actually smiles! With that kind of look in his eye that usually is reserved for married couples, children and small animals. The one that says aww that's sweet more than anything else.
Like a normal person would! Iskandar is fully amazed by this country now.]

Enjoy your dessert, gentlemen.

[The server says in perfect English, after putting their plates before them, and leaves them to do exactly so. Bless those Scandinavians and their inhuman language skills. And bless this man for being so damned nice. Iskandar can't even be jealous that the guy speaks better English than he does. Surely he's able to communicate but Grail-given lore can do nothing for his accent and yet he does not care. His already good evening has been improved further still by this experience.]

I'll make sure it's something you'd like.

[Iskandar chuckles. Waver, dear. He knows managing finances is not a skill he's particularly good at but he did pick up a couple of things here and there. Also, he generally prefers leaving the money issues to you. You know how to deal with them better than he does.]

Do they now? Hm, I didn't know. I always thought it's because they were looking at you. [Oh he knows. It's rather obvious in some cases. He just doesn't care. His interest lies elsewhere. Everyone should already be well aware of that.] We can always call the ambulance together if that starts being an issue.

[Bless that server. Waver relaxes further as once again it's proven they won't have to deal with any disapproval for being a married pair of men. Or engaging in normal acts of affection. He didn't even notice himself starting to tense. This is rapidly becoming a perfect evening.]

Thank you.

[His attention swings back to Iskandar. Well, he's had practice. Too much damn practice. Experience that is being put to good use now.]

They certainly do. And that might be wishing they were in my place as much as admiration for my own good qualities. [It's easier to speak well of himself while bantering like this. He strokes the back of Iskandar's hand, while starting in on dessert and flirting between bites.] Though, that's an inevitability. You know this.

There is so much to admire.

[Simply watching Waver put a spoon in his mouth is enough for Iskandar to lose a breath or two. He licks his lips; his own dessert untouched. Soon. Very, very soon.]

We may need to start announcing our appearances sufficiently ahead of time to give everyone time to get a medical team ready. [A smirk.] In case, you know, someone fainted.

Mmmmhmm...

[The red begins creeping in Waver's cheeks. There's a little cream at the corner of his mouth. He delicately swipes it off with his thumb and pops the tip in his mouth for a slow suck and pop as it comes right back out.

He knows exactly what dirty thoughts are going through his husband's mind and if he helps with that imagery? All the better for the upcoming feast.]

Now that would be a shame if someone faints.

[Prim like he isn't encouraging matters. Hmph. Hmph. Smirk. Smirk. He leans in, not having broken yet into fluster, going for the smoulder. Maybe he'll last this time.]

This is tasty. Try some.

[We're not going anywhere until the dessert on your plate does.]

A true shame.

[How eloquent of him. Iskandar's breath quickens as he watches Waver wipe the cream then suck at his thumb. The intensity of his gaze surely could burn through a wall. Or several.
Forgive him the brevity, love. He just can't stop imagining where he'd prefer that mouth of yours to be right this moment.]

[Iskandar blinks.]

Huh? Oh. Right. Dessert.

[His eyes drop to the plate looking at the cream and the berries as if he saw them for the first time in his life. He digs in and tries a bite.]

Tasty indeed.

[It's sweet. That's all he can tell. Maybe he could appreciate it more if someone hasn't decided to be so criminally distracting now.]

Edited Date: 2020-02-16 03:52 pm (UTC)

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