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Damon was hunting before they left, the primal nature within him that called to his home calling as he prowled the estate. His mouth dripping blood and his shirt torn in letting the foolish creatues and animals loose more often than his power could overcome indicated he had enjoyed it. But when he pounced against his husband's back as he came out ( Read more... )

Damon knew his husband to be awake, but it didn't mean he could not 'wake' him in such an innocent, traditional way. His lips pressed to the corner of Wylie's eye, brushing down to his cheek as he murmured, "awake, my love ( Read more... )

Hm... [smiling at you, tilts head]

It's never too early to drink.

[smiles] I've missed you, too, love.

[gently stroking into his hair, kisses]

Mm... my husband would not approve.