#rubacuoris

soft dirty talk // accepting

they've both had a long day, and at the end of it, all they want is each other. they've just been lying in bed silently, aksel's hands and lips trailing lazily over his husband's skin (his husband! kristian is his husband!). he has no secret intentions, no ulterior motive, just finds comfort in the solidness of kris's body against his. at least, until he's kissing their neck with a hand on their hip, fingers slowly making their way under their shirt, and—"that feels so good." he looks up at them, recognizing that expression; it's one he once thought he'd never get to see.

Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, Raleigh pauses as he rounds the corner, his eyes falling on the group that is gathered across the way. It’s been a week since his interview—a week since he met Julia—and though she is in the middle of a conversation with the rest of the media team, his gaze is drawn to her.

The urge to turn around and follow the hallway back to the parking garage is as infantile as it is impractical, considering that his appearance in the hallway earned the attention of the group, who is already dispersing to continue getting ready for the evening.

A deep breath filters in through his nose. He takes a sip of his drink, and continues down the hallway. “Hey,” Raleigh says, nodding to the only other person who is left in the group: the social media manager responsible for introducing them in the first place.

3 physical features my muse likes about yours

raleigh and julia ❤️

hands. arms: soft, warm. sometimes, the pressure on his back is immeasurable, impossible to overlook. when it starts to feel like that, when the game starts to feel more tedious than anything else, he knows to step back, and where else would he step back if not into her arms? she is grounding. her presence soothes him like no one else’s. all it really takes is her hands on his shoulders, or on either side of his face, or holding his own hands, or wrapped around him. he isn’t a very touchy person, but there is unfamiliar comfort in her embrace that comes from not knowing what it is like to be cared for

smile: i think he notices this a lot because he isn’t a smiler. but with her, he can’t help smiling back. i know we’ve established that everyone thinks it’s kind of funny when they see him interact with her compared to with anyone else because he’s almost a different person, but it’s true. she smiles, and his heart melts. he’d do anything to see that smile