♥Connoisseur of Beauty♥

                    “and i’m hot,” lysandre replied without                            much hesitation. galvantula’s big, furry body was                            already doing its job in making him sweat more                            and more, and burgh suddenly leaning his head                            against him wasnt helping one bit.

"You sure are," Burgh barely resisted the temptation to reply. News of ice packs makes him pause, though. Ice would certainly help the heat, and possibly his boredom along the way.

Cue Burgh, whining quietly. His game has left, off to make her trainer much warmer than he already was. RIP Lysandre, you were large and sweaty in both life and death.

Burgh makes a game out of covering her eyes while she tries to get away, because of course he does. She doesn't seem to mind, anyway. At the least, she's humoring him, and at most she's enjoying herself.

It's silly, to think he'd mind having a view. Burgh's barely a minute away from doing the same, really. He might try to sketch out that broad chest and generous body hair, were it not warm enough that all he can convince himself to do is lay on the floor for the moment.

silkensweetheart replied to your post: “like this for a short starter <w>”:

whenever i see lysandre i just

And sweep him off his feet he did, literally lifting Burgh off of the floor as he brought him in closer. Their noses brushed and blue eyes met green briefly until they closed, and Lysandre brought their lips together without much hesitation.

If that was the direction Lysandre wanted to take it, Burgh didn't have any reservations. He returned the kiss with fervor, displaying more skill than might be expected from someone whose only love was ever art. It could be said that kissing was also an art.

Of course, the statement was met with an equally tender and soft smile. The skin around his eyes crinkled and he looked over the other’s face. Soft, flushed a slight red. Lysandre’s fingers traced down his jaw, to touch his chin with his thumb, index finger curled beneath it.

Burgh hadn't expected him to be so touchy. He'd thought Lysandre would be more of a "tough it out" kind of guy. Maybe ignore it in favor of amusing distractions, which the gym leader was prepared to be. Being a target of desperate hugs wasn't such a bad idea either.

"I make sure she’s happy," Lysandre responded, a hint of a smile on his lips. Acelin yapped at them, then ran off into the kitchen to chomp on the rest of the food remaining in his bowl, and maybe stealing some leftovers from what the other Pokémon had left behind.

Burgh held his breath for that moment, with Lysandre's hand on his face, and the warmth on his ear. When he let it go, he smelled the other, a deep earthy tone with a sweet flutter of flowers atop it, and the undertone of Lysandre's sweat. Overall, alluring. Heavy green eyes closed, and Burgh nosed the man's cheekbone perhaps more than intended while returning the thank you kiss. Cheek kissing was customary there, if he remembered right.

"Good," Lysandre mumbled, his face still burning from embarrassment. He’d shared beds with other people before, but the prospect of sharing one with Burgh made him feel oddly… well, odd. He swallowed thickly, then turned his attention to the Bug Pokémon as they played.

"Leavanny was born to care for small and young ones, it seems like. He takes the parental role easily." As Burgh said that, Leavanny moved on to greet the Pokemon out on the balcony, carrying Joltik with him.

Lysandre hadn’t expected Burgh to actually go through with it. He had meant it as a joke, a silly dare, but here he was, with nude photographs on his phone. What was he supposed to do with them?

It really was terrible, and Burgh had a nice hard laugh to emphasize the fact. Lucky for Lysandre he wouldn't have to hear it. He could answer with the same, but he could also send, "What will you do with those?"

Burgh took one look at Lysandre's nudes and busted a gut--not because it was necessarily funny, but because Burgh was an obnoxious toddler. As he calmed himself, he tapped idly on his belt buckle. Well... Lysandre's body wasn't too bad either, in all honesty. Jokingly, he texts back, "Should I send you some too?"

Oh... Oh. Well then.

"I think he would," Touya responded sadly. "He’d love that, I think. He’d be flattered." N did have a good aesthetic, didn’t he? But it’d been two years since he last saw that face of his. It was slowly beginning to fade. He didn’t want it to. He had to constantly remind himself by looking at news photographs.

With his newly released hand, Burgh patted the young man on the head.

silkensweetheart have met Kaiona: Five Island, Sevii Island

He was only minding his own business for once... Of course, that would be the time for disaster to strike. Or rather, ink. Ink on his shirt and scarf.