periodiic:

                      lips curl against the rim of his wine glass. surely a few glasses couldn’t
                      get him terribly drunk, but they certainly would make him bubbly. the 
                      sensation was already evident in his newfound grin. robert’s brand of 
                      flirting never got old. 

                      when he finishes hiding behind his glass, damien welcome the kiss
                      with a bit of a somewhat inebriated chuckle. ‘ if you continue to flatter me,
                      i may have to show you to the door. ‘ he laughs again, falling back into 
                      the sofa. ‘ what the door leads to, however– has yet to be decided. ‘ 

                      they might’ve been just sitting around ( damien in his victorian style 
                      loungewear lest you forget ) but it wasn’t very often. this was quite the
                      treat. the two had gotten a fire started in the fireplace, lit a few candles
                      for mood, poured a fair amount of wine, and now found themselves 
                      curled up together for what seemed the first time in close to a decade. 

                      ‘ you are a tease though… your flattery embarrasses me. ‘ 

    _{❝… Cute when you’re embarrassed,❞ he mutters under his breath, eyes shut gently as he traces his lips against pale skin, only stopping in favor of finishing off his current glass and setting it down atop the coffee table. ❝Y’already know which door I’d prefer, but that can wait.❞}

    _{Robert wasn’t one for such intimacy, usually. Sober or not, he was often discomforted with being emotionally vulnerable, but with Damien, he’d been through it all, knowing him since they were both still in HIGH SCHOOL, for that matter. Damien had seen him through most everything ( aside from those ten-or-so years he’d disappeared with Marilyn, off with her raising Val until she met her untimely death and Val had left ) and likewise was the same for Damien. Together, they could learn to be themselves.}

    _{Free fingers find their way to Damien’s chin, forcing the other ( softly ) to turn his head, lips clumsily pressing to his. ❝I know you love it, baby.❞}