#atychip

“  can  you  though?  ”   he’s  reluctant  to  flip  on  the  light  switch.   the  smoke  he  witnesses  bellowing  from  beneath  his  door  as  he  walks  through  the  hallway,  along  with  the  strong  smokey  odor  in  the  air,  is  very  telling.   max  doesn’t  need  to  see  it  for  himself,  but  knows  that  it’s  unavoidable.   he  all  but  screams  when  lights  of  the  main  room  in  his  apartment  illuminate  the  scene  at  hand.   “  clem,  what  the  fu---  ”   riddled  speechless,  max  strives  to  take  it  all  in.   “  i  ---  the  kitchen  is  a  mess.  ”   a  mess  ;  quite  the  understatement.   “  were  you  trying  to  cook  again?  ”   steps  move  him  deeper  into  the  space  and  immediately  he  spots  the  mess  of  empty  beer  cans  in  the  trash  bin.   “  drunk  cooking?   dude,  come  on  ----  you  gotta  stop  doing  this.   remember  what  happened  last  time?  ”

           he wasn’t sure if she’d like it. but beneath her gaze now it would seem he’d taken the right risk. her eyes rake over his form, taking in the sight of the harness around his chest and the skirt flowing about his thighs. when she steps closer and hooks a finger into the one of the leather straps, it’s solidified he’d made the right choice. emil lets her tug him down closer, all too hungry to taste her lips.  “  just for you,  ”  he murmurs before his mouth meets clem’s. nothing pleases him more than pleasing her. it’s satisfying to feel the way she wants him so instantly. he likes seeing just what will illicit enthusiastic responses from her. with her hand pushing up under his skirt to palm at his cock, it’s rather clear this is a good one to remember. 

❛      hey !   hey !    up here ,      tiny human  .    ❜      gloved fingers  snap  ,    an abrupt call back to reality   .    dreary eyes   assert  ,   with an ounce of suspicion ,    the severity of her current state  .    ❛       don’t go falling asleep   on me ,  now    ------  you’re ruining dinner .      ❜

✉️     :      𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴   𝙾𝙽    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽    𝙸𝙲𝙴    ,    𝚈𝙾𝚄    𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴    𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳    . @atychip​.

            fingers are light and gentle as they brush along her lover’s features. she pushes a few golden locks away from her eyes, a smile alighting to her lips. her plight can often be a lonely one. but it is always made worth it each time she is fortunate enough to find clementine. all the sorrow in the world is made worthwhile when faced with the warmth this woman possesses.  “  my darling, you get more beautiful by the day.  ”  she is tempted to say century, but perhaps she should not say such things yet. leaning over, daevy presses a kiss to the corner of her companion’s mouth, then slowly brushes her lips more fully over clem’s.  “  perhaps with each second your splendor grows.  ”  

          he freezes on instinct when she practically throws herself into his arms. her arms wind around his neck and her smaller form presses against him and it takes him a moment to remember he’s supposed to hug her back. the embrace is returned once his initial surprise subsides. and along with it, he realizes how good it feels to hold her. it’s comforting. the sweet scent of her wafts around him in a welcoming way. he isn’t sure if it’s perfume or just her shampoo, but it makes him smile a little. he likes how familiar she feels. he hadn’t thought he would miss her this much  (  other obligations tore him away from her for a day or so  )  and he certainly didn’t expect her to have missed him like this either. but it’s a welcomed surprise. as is the rather hearty kiss she presses to his lips. emil leans into it as he holds her close against him still. she tastes even sweeter than he remembered. perhaps, it’s nice to be missed.