Puffs his cheeks, leaning in to kiss those lips again. “Kiss. More kiss.”

-;

Deluca yawned and snuggled his with Papa, unbeknownst that Corbeau and Salvatore were planning his demise.

“It’s breakfast.”

The Italian looked back, winking a little. "To the kitchen table, where you'll eat breakfast. Come on, baby."

Writhes in his room, watching the footage with a groan. Thankful Giovanni was with him to ease his need just a little.

"Happy birthday @CorbeauAssassin. We love you so much! You brought us together and home again...My Papa, Corbeau...May we be together for many years to come, my love. I love you, from us all."

"I'm tired." He yawned, stretching out his arms.

"Mine." Scowls.

|| It's hot :(

"No, don't let him die." :'(

"Papa." Crawls out from his spot and is quick to tackle, nuzzling the Rivaille. "Corby...I love youu, please don't die.."

From the first night, all I wanted was you.

Rolls over onto, pecking Corbeau's cheeks. "Are you awake, Papa..."

Giggles. "You love it."

"Come here." Walks over and behind his lover, reaching down Corbeau's pants.

Whines. "How can I helicopter you if you're hard." Grips his lovers arousal with a squeeze, pumping slowly.

"Papa, helicopter." He whispered, groaning at the warmth as he grinded himself forward.

Pitter patters in. "I made a mess, Remy come clean it."

[HIATUS ACTIVE]