It had been quite a while since Tomias had found himself on the bottom of things. He had to admit -- He liked it a LOT more when Nikkos was the one on top. He loved his husband far too much, and well, the hostility made the sex better it seemed. The fact that his love had pent up aggressions toward him ... oh it was fantastic! Sure, he could not walk straight, but he enjoyed it, even despite not being accustomed to those types of actions to his poor little rump. Ah, he loved him so much.
He whispered a gentle, "love you" into the man's neck, nuzzling him a moment later and caressing his neck every so often and bucking into his side, just pleasing himself with the gentle touches here and there.
The week they spent on the island was fantastic, and well-needed. Of course, the two weeks following were Hell. They had papers to make up for and just as he was all caught up, Tomias was sick. Horribly so. Vomiting, sleeping for most of the day, sore, and oh so many more problems. By the time the second week of feeling crappy came to be, Tomias could not stand it anymore. There HAD to be something wrong!
So, groggily, the greenish male moved through the halls of the house, finding his way to Sebastian's room. He knocked for a second and then moved inside. He looked like Hell. He really, really did. His hair was in all directions, his pajama pants were barely hanging onto his hips, and the long sleeved shirt he wore was hanging off one shoulder. He fumbled into the room where his nephew was, flopping at the side of his bed with a groan. "Where's that fuck-toy of yours?" He mumbled out, nuzzling the teen's lap pathetically.
Sebastian squeaked with his uncle suddenly in the room, eyes wide as he stared at the man coming toward him. "Eh?" He questioned, staring down at him and pulling his sheets closer to his bare form. He blushed faintly. "Erm .. Shower..."
He whispered a gentle, "love you" into the man's neck, nuzzling him a moment later and caressing his neck every so often and bucking into his side, just pleasing himself with the gentle touches here and there.
The week they spent on the island was fantastic, and well-needed. Of course, the two weeks following were Hell. They had papers to make up for and just as he was all caught up, Tomias was sick. Horribly so. Vomiting, sleeping for most of the day, sore, and oh so many more problems. By the time the second week of feeling crappy came to be, Tomias could not stand it anymore. There HAD to be something wrong!
So, groggily, the greenish male moved through the halls of the house, finding his way to Sebastian's room. He knocked for a second and then moved inside. He looked like Hell. He really, really did. His hair was in all directions, his pajama pants were barely hanging onto his hips, and the long sleeved shirt he wore was hanging off one shoulder. He fumbled into the room where his nephew was, flopping at the side of his bed with a groan. "Where's that fuck-toy of yours?" He mumbled out, nuzzling the teen's lap pathetically.
Sebastian squeaked with his uncle suddenly in the room, eyes wide as he stared at the man coming toward him. "Eh?" He questioned, staring down at him and pulling his sheets closer to his bare form. He blushed faintly. "Erm .. Shower..."