#regretmade

             ❝ i knew you were quite the softy, but even i didn’t expect this. ❞ not that he didn’t love the action, tucking some hair behind his ear so the flower’s position would have been stable. his gaze followed robert as the man sat down beside him, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. ❝ i love you, y’know that? ❞

                     the  man  is  drunk.  very  obviously  drunk.  the  kind  of  drunk  that  has  him  leaning  into  laurence’s  space.  hot,  alcohol-filled  breath  brushes  over  his  face  as  the  man  whispers  what's  PROBABLY  a  sleazy  pickup  line.  only  laurence  is  far  too  focused  on  just  how  CLOSE  the  man  is  to  figure  out  what’s  being  said.  a  hand  brushes  over  his  hip  and  he  rears  back,  eyes  wide.  

               With the heat that had been raging through the town for the past couple weeks, Lucius hadn’t been prepared for the sudden chill when they had gone out drinking. The bar wasn’t so bad, and the whiskey had kept him warm, but once they got outside to go barhopping, the wind hit him harder than he expected. Looking over to Robert as he offered his jacket, handing it over before he could say anything, Lucius smiled and pulled it around his shoulders, slipping his arms through the sleeves. ❝ Thank you. ❞ He leaned in to cup Robert’s cheek with one of his hands, pressing a kiss to the other before wrapping his arm around the man’s waist. ❝ I might just keep it for the rest of the night. ❞

x!!!!!!!!

// MAKE ROB'S DAUGHTER I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER