#traiilblazing

“What the shit are you talking about?” 

A hitch of breath. An almost sound, almost yelp, when teeth, SHARP, bites into the skin of his shoulder so suddenly he barely has the time to recover from the surprise. He stares, wide eyes, but with a growing smile and a look that soon turns into one of utter MISCHIEF. 

“Oh you little shit!” 

No warning is given when he positively tosses his phone onto the table to pounce on Miguel, holding him down while burying his face into the crook of his neck. Nipping, kissing, BITING his sweet revenge against his partner’s skin. NO MERCY. He wanted attention and that is exactly what he will get. Hands move then, moves to sneak under his loose shirt to feel that smooth, broad chest underneath as fingernails creates an imaginary trail. His lips have moved to nip at his earlobe, hot breath brushes against his ear. 

Okay this might be a bit of a long post, but like guys. GUYS. What the heckie??? @nolongermcgraw, @fortunadellaquila, @worldly-diversity, @thomashxmilton​, @evilsded​ & @traiilblaziing​ I’m honestly sending this right back at you all, because HOOOOO BOY, I am madly in love with all of your muses, not to mention that on point fucking portrayal???? 

  ❛ We’re from different companies, Silver—not the Montagues & the Capulets, for Pete’s sake. Cálmese. Me sitting next to you won’t turn into some Shakespearean tragedy, I promise. ❜ Miguel leans forward on the suspiciously sticky bar, a hand cupping his chin & a wry smirk a lopsided slice across his handsome face.  ❛ Now that that’s settled…can I order a shot of tequila after a herding hyperactive kids all day or does His Majesty have an objection?❜

Clever blue eyes, contrast to the dimmed light in this overfilled bar. A smirk on his lips, a SIGNATURE when he regards the other. He jests, of course, and responds with a soft chuckle. 

He pours the rest of his favorite Chardonnay into two wine glasses, one he picks up for himself and lets the golden liquid swirl around. There’s mischief on his lips. yet his eyes stays averted from his partner. IGNORING HIM WITH CLEAR PURPOSE. No, he is not annoyed, amused is perhaps a better word, considering how easily the other man picks up on his needs to be CHALLENGED. It’s intriguing. 

“None of those. Wait. I don’t hate ‘ afternoon delight ‘, actually I kinda like that” 

“Wha--?” 

Non-intelligent. Head turns and sky-blue eyes moves to regard his partner with a curious, half-exhausted look. True, he hasn’t slept much, hasn’t really been able to relax much either, but then, Silver isn’t exactly the calmest of people. Always one step ahead of everyone, STRIVING FOR THE UPPER HAND. They had won, so really, Silver could relax. Sit down, breathe and just enjoy the fact that he didn’t have to make more deals or LIE TO THE BEST OF HIS EFFORTS. Which really were no effort at all.