"Of course, I know how you like them." Leaning into Cygnus' hand, Gaultier shut his eyes firmly and made a small contented noise there in the back of his throat. Fingers unraveled themselves from Cygnus' shirt, stroking lightly along his back before coming to rest gently on each hip. With a teasing smile did he keep his eyes shut, whispering as he pressed close, "there is much to be done, Cygnus. We ought not to wait any longer."
There was something about dropping the responsibilities of a husband, and a father in Cygnus' case, to spend time with one another -- a rush, if it could be describe as such. It was as if they were living in the past, teenagers again who had nothing more to worry about than spending as much time as possible with one another and who might steal the duvet while they sleep. Gaultier enjoyed this, wondered why he had put it off.
"Are you ready?" For a brief moment Gaultier withdrew, lifting his gaze to Cygnus own with a smile that truly indicated how happy he was that the situation played out as it did.
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