Julien finished cleaning his brushes, taking the time to lay them out flat so they'd dry in the right shapes, and then he turned out the light and locked his studio behind him. He walked barefoot down the little garden path that led to the main house - their cottage - and paused to turn around and take in the beauty of the landscaping. It had been
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Eden finished his highlighting and capped the marker, turning to give his husband a gentle smile, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind his free ear.
"Good evening to you, Mister Thorn. How goes the painting?" Eden wrapped his arms around Julien, tucking his nose into his hair and breathing him in with a little sigh. He couldn't help briefly Kissing his ear, just a little nick and a lick, simple and affectionate. "What sort of game are you suggesting? I hope it involves soft blankets, smooth sheets, and closed curtains."
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Julien was clever, closing his eyes so that even he didn't know where he was going. He caught thoughts of roses though, and smiled to himself, rising to his feet and slipping his argyle sweater off, tossing it to join Julien's. His stripped long sleeve was removed somewhere before the door, and his belt was left on the door handle.
He made his way to the garden, heightening his senses and catching the scent of Julien's blood. He hovers for a moment, enjoying the mingling smells of vitae and roses, and then moved on, finding Julien easily and tackling him.
Eden got Julien on his back, straddling his hips and smiling a fanged grin down at him. "Looks like a storm's coming."
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"Julien," he whispered, meeting Julien's eyes as his hands worked at the closure of Eden's corduroys.
Eden kept one hand on the soft earth beside Julien's head, his other coming to rest over Julien's chest. He lets his fingers dance over Julien's collarbones, then slide them down, tracing Julien's ribs before gliding down over his stomach. "You render me speechless."
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