Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt

@moralitystrikes​ got charlie 

“she’s two years old, did you think that i was going to constantly order takeout and not cook at least once?” charlie leaned over to give wyatt’s cheek a small peck as he turned back around to continue washing the dishes. “i’m just glad that dinner was mostly a success tonight. i think that’s a good factor as to whether or not we’re getting sleep tonight or not.” he contained to scrub the various plates before he started to rinse them off with water. “you’re not feeling too tired, right? if you are, i can take the night shift if she wakes up.”

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After a foreseeable crying from his baby daughter was handled before it could erupt at eight in the morning, he returned to the bed only to find his bed’s side occupied by the other. It was hard for Wyatt not to get lost in that vision, a handsome man whose face was partially buried in his pillow, hugged it like it was a lifeline, slowly grinding their naked hips into the sheets, moaning soft breaths as the night in filled their mind with revisions of their night before. And he knew that, because mind reading was something he couldn’t help when he saw those hips moving.

Wetting his lips, he had locked the door behind magically so he couldn’t be interrupted, not by a family member, nor his own daughter orbing in. And laid weightlessly besides their lower body, after slowly removing the remnants of a barely covering sheet. Elbow resting against the mattress, blue eyes locked briefly upwards to check their breathing, as his free hand run two slow gentle brushes between plump buttlocks. Head leaned in, and grabbed into its teeth a small portion of flesh for a little nibble that was nothing more than a breeze of a grasp.