(The urge to argue dies before the words form on his lips. Seeing Astaldo in such a position with the water trickling down his skin and dark hair is one of the loveliest sights he has ever witnessed. He caresses those wet strands lovingly, breath hitching as he feels the chocolate.)
Are you turning me into a tre-ea-t! (The word sounds ridiculous, but that tongue! Tambë buries his fingers in Astaldo's hair to hold on.)
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Date: 2016-05-24 03:27 am (UTC)Are you turning me into a tre-ea-t! (The word sounds ridiculous, but that tongue! Tambë buries his fingers in Astaldo's hair to hold on.)