(They've been there what, three, four weeks? And he doesn't even have so much as a mustache. He rubs his hand over his face, just feeling the little scratch.)
I mean, I can try. I just hope you're good at mending magic. In case we cut each other in a very non-sexy way.
(He lets his fingers start to crawl all over Eliot's figure as well, just enjoying re-committing him to memory over and over again; when his hair's mentioned, though, he looks away with a shy blush.)
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(They've been there what, three, four weeks? And he doesn't even have so much as a mustache. He rubs his hand over his face, just feeling the little scratch.)
I mean, I can try. I just hope you're good at mending magic. In case we cut each other in a very non-sexy way.
(He lets his fingers start to crawl all over Eliot's figure as well, just enjoying re-committing him to memory over and over again; when his hair's mentioned, though, he looks away with a shy blush.)
Ah... I'm glad you like it...