Ibelin sighs. "Fine," he mumbles, sitting up. He pretends not to notice Mathieu's arms letting go of his torso as he does so.

{:3}

Ibelin isn't sure what to do when he feels Mathieu part his lips, but it makes their mouths not quite fit right against each other, so he moves his head until they do. His tongue darts out unconsciously to lick his lips, and he feels it touch Mathieu's without meaning to.

{XD Oh my Gooooood, Karina, they. Are. So. Cute.}

Ibelin yawns again, sitting up. "We should get going soon," he says. "Otherwise things might get too crowded."

{Omelets are good. :3 I'm really tired today too, for some reason.}

Ibelin frowns, brow furrowing. "Three for now," he says. "And if we need more, we'll deal with that then."

{Yup. :3}

"Do you think you'll go home?" Ibelin asks. The thought leaves a funny, empty feeling in his stomach.

{That's lucky. I always hack stuff up and it's so gross.}

Ibelin nods in agreement. The relatively warmer nights have made it so that they no longer need to sleep together for Mathieu to stay warm, but since then, Ibelin has had a harder time sleeping. He'll often toss and turn for a few hours before falling into a restless slumber that doesn't leave him feeling at all refreshed upon waking ( Read more... )

Anton hums contentedly, then moves to claim Sullivan's lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

{Me too. :3 I love Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law so much.}

"Don't be stupid," Ibelin snaps, shoving him back at the bed. "You can't go to work like this."

{I hate being sick. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it. I HATE IT.}

The corners of Anton's mouth twitch as he slides his fingers under Sullivan's shirt, moving down to slowly kiss every inch of skin revealed. He pauses briefly at each nipple to lavish them with special attention, before sliding the cloth up, over Sullivan's head, and dropping it to the floor.

Ibelin shivers at the cold touch. "Some wood, then," he says. "We can try and fix up the fireplace to work. That would help, wouldn't it?"

{He's learning. :3}