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No Face - for Anne! 😊

A snippet from the chapter I’ve been working on this week, inspired by a certain instagram story, cheered on by the wonderful Anne - thank you so much for all your words of encouragement and for sending inspiration my way...

There may even be new chapters uploaded this week! Thank you for your patience <3

Irakli shifted, turning sideways to lean his cheek on Merab's belly, but then made a sound of discomfort and pushed himself up from the bed.

Merab craned his neck to see what was wrong, and Irakli laughed as he took the sharpie from his pocket.

"Ohh, you're a thief..." Merab said, leaning on his elbows with a smirk.

Irakli raised his brows. "What's that?"

Swiftly, he lunged, the pen directed at Merab's face - the lid was still on, but Merab fought back - Irakli's hand around his wrist was as exciting as his mouth on his stomach had been - they wrestled until Irakli had Merab pinned in a position he couldn't be bothered to fight against. His wrists were held to the bed, Irakli sat above him, and he leaned down to kiss Merab slow and deep.

Merab made a sound of encouragement in the kiss, willing Irakli to continue.

He did, for a time, and then he sat up - his tidy red shirt was ruffled, half pulled up in the fight, the collar askew. His hair was a mess from the attentions of Merab's hands, and he laughed silently, like a mad genius, as he ripped the lid off the pen.

Merab lay still and watched, biting his lip and wondering what was about to be done to him.

Irakli surveyed his body and smiled to himself. He lowered the pen to the No Face tattoo that peeked above Merab's waist band, and Merab giggled at the cold, ticklish feeling of the ink on his skin. He pushed himself up to watch, and Irakli put his free hand in the centre of Merab's chest and pushed back against him.

Merab tightened the muscles in his stomach to resist, and he saw Irakli take note with a thirsty swallow. He laughed as Irakli pushed again, and only flopped back against the bed when he was told: "No peeking!"

"Master at work..." Merab sighed happily up at the ceiling.

All the strange rules Irakli made for himself, all the tiptoeing around was more than worth it when he was like this. It made Merab's heart full, he felt like he would overflow with the feeling inside him, the sense of Irakli's love, his admiration for him.

Merab tried to lie still but he laughed again at the feeling of the pen. "What are you doing?"

"Shh, don't move, you'll ruin my masterpiece..."

It just made Merab laugh more, and then Irakli laughed too and swore, trying to swipe away some accidental stroke of the pen with his fingers.

He started to laugh uncontrollably and sat back on Merab's thighs, so Merab took it as an indication that he was finished and sat up. The tattoo had been given a pair of stumpy stick man arms, and in one hand was a crudely drawn bunch of flowers. The short spiky strokes sticking up from its head had smudged, and Irakli, still laughing, gave in to the impulse to add glasses and a moustache to it.

"It's you!" Merab laughed as well. "A self-portrait."

"It was going to be..." Irakli said. "The hair looks more like Vakhtang now..."

"Akh, I don't want Vakhtang on my body!" Merab complained.

He licked his fingers, preparing to try and scrub the ink off, but Irakli batted his hand aside again and re-drew the lines of the hair, blushing as he changed the shape of the glasses to heart eyes, and scribbled 'I love you, you prick' next to it.

Sabahajrula

Ένας πραγματικά τεράστιος κόκορας!

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