#baaaaaabies

in the meantime, pls enjoy this pic of some wild types that i've been squealing over all morning since:

Set in the far distant future & also let’s just call it unauthorized since I wrote this alone and without @dancinbutterfly, who has The Plans. Babies, tho. 

“You smell good,” Foggy says, warmly, wandering behind Matt’s desk chair and leaning down to breathe in against his hair before pressing a kiss underneath his ear.

“It’s about that time again,” Matt says, leaning backwards and smiling up at Foggy, head tipped back against his chest. Foggy barely grazes Matt’s hair with his fingers and just that makes Matt shiver, sighing softly.

“I can tell,” Foggy says, hand falling from Matt’s hair to stroke gently over his bonding mark. “The whole office smells like you’re ready for me.”

“That’s embarrassing,” Matt says, but he doesn’t really mean it. It’s just them, now; Karen’s settled into her job at the paper, and they don’t have any clients scheduled for the rest of the day. Time to catch up on paperwork and clean up after a busy week and–maybe do some other stuff.

Matt turns around in his chair.

“You smell good, too,” he says, tapping fingers against Foggy’s belt before he stands up so they’re standing close, so he can bury his face in Foggy’s neck and breathe in deep. The smell makes him feel stronger, wanted.

“Hey,” Foggy says, happy, a little shaky when Matt starts to kiss his neck. “You know, you told me we had to talk about babies before I could touch you again.”

“That was ages ago,” Matt says, muffled against Foggy’s skin.

“That was Tuesday,” Foggy says, laughing. He tugs gently at Matt’s hair so Matt raises his head.

“You want to talk about babies?” Matt asks, smiling.

“Kind of, yeah,” Foggy says, cupping Matt’s cheek, thumbing over where it’s getting warm as Matt turns a little pink. “Don’t you?”

Matt moves forward to kiss Foggy once, gently, on the mouth.

“I do,” he says. “Just…after.”

Foggy makes a contemplative noise before he pulls Matt close again, tucking fingers into his back pockets, so close that Matt can feel exactly how much Foggy wants him.

“After works for me,” he says. “Can I dramatically sweep everything off your desk like in the movies?”

“No,” Matt says, grinning at him. They’ve had this conversation before. “We have a perfectly good couch.” 

“Fine,” Foggy says, “but, someday, you’re gonna let me dramatically desk sweep.”