On this most auspicious day...

[il_valentino]

... Cesare lies flat on his back on the recamière, barefoot, in jeans and t-shirt, and feels tempted to indulge himself. A slow, lovely, spit-slick good-morning (or should he say early afternoon-) wank to inaugurate the new year. Closing his eyes, he pushes a warm, warm hand low across his belly, fumbles with the buttons, tongue darting from the corner of his mouth like a tiny lizard when there's a whispered

buon cumpleanno,

too low and too close to his ear for Cesare not to yelp.

"Christ!"

Mmmh, quite. The same biblical age, as of today. Doesn't that mean you should strive to become a little more dignified? Miquel squats on his heels next to him, smiling beningly.

Cesare groans, and Miquel climbs up to crouch over him, bending down for a breezy kiss. Buon cumpleanno, love.

Comments

[sunnyshadow.insanejournal.com]

awwwwww! n,n

[il_valentino.insanejournal.com]

It's my baby's birthday and I can't even give him a decent story! Woe.

[sunnyshadow.insanejournal.com]

But a good story often involves some degree of suffering, so he probably appreciates this more. ^,^

[sunnyshadow.insanejournal.com]

And also the indecency. (g)

[il_valentino.insanejournal.com]

True, I'll say he enjoys the privacy and intimacy of a b'day spent like this, with all-too-human frotting instead of a grand reception. :)