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[dingdongdoodily]

 Pickles brought Axl into the room and was relieved to find a terrarium already there , taking up half a wall on the far end, complete with food and water bowls, heat rock, heat lamp, and hidey-logs,  and a less dark colorscheme in the room itself. There was a drumkit off to one side of the desk, which he'd tidied up and set his Elder-Self's papers

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[cheevy]

"Then," Miniver mumbles, "I like how I think too." Smugly as he kisses him -- lips and brows and cheeks, memorizing his face as his hands slide down and tug st the shirt. He really feels it ought to just come off.

[dingdongdoodily]

Which it did in short order, Pickles skinned out of the offending garment, tossing it aside before pulling Miniver into a kiss. He couldn't help but feel completely at ease just at the moment.

[cheevy]

Miniver shifts about until he's straddling Pickles' lap. He wraps his arms loosely around the other's shoulders to pull him into more kisses, then moves his hands to remove his own shirt.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles smiled into each kiss, and once the shirt was removed, he ducked down to flick his tongue over a nipple, eyes fluttering closed as his nails trailed lightly over the skin of the poet.

Miniver was almost a drug, in and of himself. One that Pickles didn't seem too unhappy about taking in large doses.

[cheevy]

Miniver stretches his back as the nails pass over his skin. One hand dips down into Pickles' lap, for now not yet undoing belt or buttons but caressing through cloth, while his other hand finds its way into Pickles' hair, scritching and brushing as they kiss.