Fabian smiles at the use of his last name, and he takes Theron’s hand, walking around the chair and pulling him out of it. “Red.” He laughs, leaning down and pressing his cheek against Theron’s. “Come with me.” Theron raises an eyebrow, and Fabian nods to the door next to the fireplace, his grin turning wicked. “Unless you want to give the nobles a show, of course.”
“This cannot wait until we’re home?”
“No.” He takes the shell of Theron’s ear between his fingers, rubbing it lightly until he practically purrs. “I want to kiss you.”
Theron looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes, and that is the only consent that is needed.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Fabian is on him, pressing Theron against the massive desk in the middle of the room, and it doesn’t take long until they’re nothing more than hungry mouths and roaming hands and the rustling of expensive clothing.
Art by Elfkin
Fic by Kisssanitygoodbye