Totally romantic with Castoph? Bls?
I got a little carried away~
Castorwoke up with a nice surprise that morning. Sleepy eyes and hair mussed, a sillysmile broke the thin line of his lips as he read the words written on themirror hanging on the cupboard. âI love you, handsomeâ, words he loved to hear,written with a bright red lipstick. Castorâs favourite, and one of Ophanielâsmost expensive one.
Heeyed the lipstick on the bedside table, yawning loudly as he got up, he took itand add his own little message beneath the first. âLove you too, babe xxxâ.
Deceptionfollowed his good mood when he couldnât find Ophaniel in the apartment. He wasneither in the bathroom, nor on the balcony enjoying the brisk morning air. Itdidnât last long though and his smile crossed his face once more as soon as sawthe kitchen table laden with a hearty breakfast and⌠candles.
Castortook the red envelope, his name written in calligraphy. As he opened it andtook the letter, many rose petals fell on the table. He sighed as read Ophanielâsapologize. He was sorry to not be there when heâd wake up, sorry to not kisshim goodbye, and that he couldnât wait for the day to end, a promise to make itup to him this evening.
Hisnext surprise happened only a few minutes before he had to leave for thebakery.
Hewasnât expecting anyone, so hearing the doorbell ring made him frown. When Castoropened the door, the only thing he saw was red. A dozen of red heart-shapedballoons, more red heart-shaped boxes each wrapped in a burgundy ribbon, abouquet of red roses with a single white one, and a postman who didnât knowwhat to do with all these things. Once everything was inside, Castor noticed alittle white card and a handwriting he didnât know.
In every bunch thereâs one who stands out. And you arethat one â Ophaniel
Whateverwas the matter with him, Castor loved it. And now they had enough chocolate forat least a whole month.
Thenext surprised â Castor wasnât complaining, far from it â happened in themiddle of the afternoon in his mothersâ bakery.
âCas,âCalliope called him as she got out of the back shop, a box in her arms. âThereâsan important call, can you take care of it?â
âNah,busy. These macaroons wonât deliver themselves.â She said, then with a grin sheadded, âHurry! Donât make them wait!â
Castorwondered who could be that important call. A displeased customer? A prank call?
âBabeare you okay?â Castor asked, worried. âCalliope said it was important. Didsomething happen?â
âBreathe, nothing happened,â Castor heard him chuckle. He loved that sound so much.He could see him leaning against the wall behind the Starbuck in which he wasworking, playing with a strand of hair that had fallen from his bun, his stupidsmirk on his lips. âI just wanted to tellyou something.â
âIlove you too.â Castor smiled, closing his eyes. They talked a little, abouteverything and nothing, until Castor heard the bell at the front door. âI haveto go back to work, sweetheart. You should too, before you get your ass kicked.â
âUgh, please. You know I only love it when youâre theone doing the kicking.â
âIdiot.I love you so much.â
âMmh. Hey, when your shift is over, come to my placetonight?â
âSure,Iâll be there.â
Theyhung up after many other âI love youâs. Castor had only one wish now; for thisday to end quickly.
Oncehis shift was over, he kissed Calliope on the cheek, ignoring the smirk she stillhad on her lips when she told him to have some fun, and ran to Ophanielâs place.
Itwas completely silent when he pushed the door open. There were no signs ofOphaniel being already home, but something on the floor got his wholeattention. Red petals. Red petals leading him to the bathroom.
Castorcouldnât hold back a gasp when he opened the door and laid his eyes on the manstanding before him. Wearing a lace dressing gown, Ophaniel had put his hair upin a braid falling on a shoulder, hands tensed on the sink behind him, worryinghis bottom lips between his teeth. Beside him, the bathtub was full withbubbles and petals, and little white candles were at the edge.
Castorwalked to him, then wrapped his arms around his waist as Ophaniel pressed theirlips together. His skin was soft under his palms as he opened his gown. Ittasted like lavender and Castor wondered if heâd left his shift earlier only toget ready for him.
âWelcomehome, handsome.â Ophaniel whispered against his lips, eyes fixed on Castorâs,one of his hands brushing his skin.
âWhatâsall that for?â He asked wrapping one of Ophanielâs legs around his waist,pulling him closer.
âJusta little surprise for you. Youâve been working so hard lately, you deserve torelax, donât you think?â
âIlike the idea. Mind joining me?â He asked him, his hands slowly removing hisgown.
Ophanielsmirked, then helped him getting rid of his clothes. He wanted Castor to relaxtonight, and Ophaniel knew exactly how to help him.