Words were muffled against the skin of Cygnus' neck as he smiled despite himself, the teasing nibbles only briefly ceasing. "So many things you'd like to do to me, mm? What sort of things might those be?" The grip that had found it's way into the back of Cygnus' shirt tightened a moment as Gaultier withdrew and lifted his gaze to those pale grey eyes he'd come to adore; if he wasn't careful the possibility of being lost in them was all too certain.
"We can leave now, if you like." For once, the obligation to his wife, to his Sabine, it didn't matter. There was a sense of longing he felt toward Cygnus now and it was most certainly held in higher regard. "We'll just owl in the morning, there's really no rush." Let it just be about us, Gaultier so desperately wanted to add, instead leaving it unspoken between them as his nose found it's way into Cygnus' hair.
A deep breath left his senses swimming with Cygnus, the smell of his shampoo to the fabric his fingers kept clenched between them. It was all too much, yet still Gaultier desperately wanted more.
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