This fair morn'...

[il_valentino]

continued from here. Since I'd hate to see a 4-month-thread go pop...

The first rays of sunlight proper. Striations of dappled green on the ground, and the world made over, as new, uncovered by Phoebus, laying Gaia bare to the eyes of the human dross and rabble. Shame, really. The morning hour is so shy.

Cesare dully looks on while Krycek takes his leave from the furry little runt, ostentatiously rubbing in that the whelp avoided Cesare's touch... and God's blood, does it ever set him off.

"I must assume you've been goading me on," he tells the purple-streaked sky. "You were drunk and hallucinating, and probably walked into a tree. So much for your fabled invisible wall then, eh? Fine. Let's head back."

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[il_valentino.insanejournal.com]

The nip-and-lick... well. Perhaps he'll put out after all. Cesare grabs the hand and twists the wrist, holding Alex upright by supporting him with his own arm. "I'm not fascinated with the devil. Neither am I the one sitting here with a throbbing dick," he says, a propos. "So, what now. You want to fuck, or talk?"

[alexkrycek.insanejournal.com]

"Hard to fuck if your dick isn't up for it, isn't it?" he scoffs, twists his wrist a little in Cesare's grip but doesn't exactly pull away, just presses his lips to Cesare's, biting at Cesare's lower lip. It's not quite gentle.

[il_valentino.insanejournal.com]

Sharp intake of breath at the bite. Nudging Alex off, away, about a handspan distance to better evade future nips and bites, he growls, "too much teeth. I bet your ass is dentata, too."

Nevertheless, the fact which Alex has pointed out... is a fact. At this point of their shuddering proceedings, at any rate.

"Look, this is quite simple. You, pants off. Or you, out the door. Have your pick."