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he was well aware though he had no intention of heeding the call and grabbed the other by the waist, "you think that i care? you are not done here galvin pyce, you have obligations under you as well as ahead"

He didn't think it was possible to do a reverse cowboy but some how he was drawn into the thighs and urged onwards with his movements. Galvin emptied himself into his lover, kissing and tangled in the sweaty flesh. It didn't save them from a rather heavy handed knock and a gruff voice calling for Ambrosia

the timing was quite impeccable with the knock coming only seconds after pyce and he offered the door a tired look before bellowing out a request for a little more time. he was certain they could hear what he and pyce had been doing and so hoped he'd be given a little time to clean himself up

There was shuffling outside and then nothing. Galvin assumed Ambrosias request had been granted. He kissed the man trying not to go through his usual antics to get the man to stay. "Give the old lady hell." He whispered walking with Ambrosia to the bed room. Instead of going to shower with him he fell into the bed setting his alarm for two hours.

nodding he let pyce continue on as he went to shower. other than his shirt nothing was ruined and so when he got out he only took one of pyce's shirts and picked the rest of the now rumpled suit up off of the floor. he would worry about the rest later

His family vacation had extended its self a week as his family rid the world of yet another vampire cartel. There was no reception in the middle of South America and as soon they reached U.S air ways he left a discrete message to Ambroisa. He found his way back to an empty apartment saddened there was not a heavy dog to greet him. It felt lonely crossing the room disrobing of all his heavy gear and sliding between the comforters, falling into a heavy sleep.

he was in a meeting when he received the message and so was not able to get there right away but made up for the three hour delay by bringing meaty greasy, spice-doused takeout. finding the door unlocked he slipped inside and headed fr the bed where he was sure the other would be waiting

His dream started to turn exotic, filling with the taste of Indian. Soft touches roused him out of his sleep, and slowly he realized he was pinned under another body. The well placed kisses drew pleasurable sounds from his body. He was given two courtesy fingers that jolted him out of his doze. Opening his eyes wide he saw the shit eating grin, before the ruby lips found their way down to the curve of his neck teasing his flesh with small nibbles. He was left squirming and panting in the mans arms as he was slowly penetrated and their wild dance commenced.

five times with a break after the first two to eat and clean them both up and out and he was exhausted. contentedly he kissed the damp neck as pyce lazily fished another bite of naan from it's sauce-bath and when the morsel was close enough pulled it from slick fingers to eat himself, "galvin.....i did miss you"

Drained, drenched in sweat and being finger feed chunks of yellowed chicken. Galvin lay plastered to Ambrosia sucking his two fingers clean of the curried sauce. He grinned lazily. "I missed you too..." He said bringing the lips to his once more he pulled back far enough to speak into the others ear. "But that will not keep you from buying me a new bed and couch." He said looking at the destruction in his apartment.

lazily he offered a half shrug, "you have a perfectly fine bed at the other apartment and if the television knows what is what then some bleach will fix your couch fine. you are spoiled for furniture to be fucked on""

He laughed "More furniture just means more ways and different ways." He said twisting his head so his lips fell on Ambrosia's neck. Galvin peeled himself away from the embrace, testing his tired limbs. He wobbled a few steps unsure until the stiffness in his body subsided. He sauntered his way over to the bathroom to clean himself.

he would have laid there happily but between the though of being covered in grease and jizz and the thought of cornering the other in the shower he was sold on getting up and offering a lazy stretch followed behind the other

He welcomed the warm hands easily falling into the lustful trap set by Ambrosia. By the end of the bath he found himself curled on top of the pale man, too tired to dislodge his limbs as a trail of their fluids swirled down the drain. There was no command left in him except sleep and he found his pillow in the nook of Ambrosia's shoulder.

it was a trial getting them both to bed when the water finally ran cold though he was able to manage it and mindless of the shower that still ran in the other room and the wet trail on the floor he curled close under the rumpled blankets with the sleeping pyce

He released the beast into his home, closing the door behind him. The further he rolled into the apartment the more he wished he had choosen a different day. The place smelled of spices and sin. Agamemnon immedately made his way into the bed and plopped, much to his amusement between the two bodies. He wheeled through the kitchen as a string of grunts and curses filled the air. True to his nature an exhausted Pyce slept through anything however it seemed his guest, the one he was informed his brother loved, was trying in vain to push the heavy beast off the bed. He rolled over to the kitchen pulling a bag of groceries from the tray under his wheel chair and found a spot for them. Trent whistled for the dog. It seemed reluctant to obey after finding its master. Secretly pissing the Garagin off amused him so he tried no more.