His face contorted into a little o shape and gracefully he slid back to his upright position. He found a napkin on the tray and cleaned his hand. Plucking the unused knife up, he pressed its tip into his finger dragging it into a little slit. He offered up the finger as the red liquid bubbled up into a drop slowly sliding down.

he was not hungry after the night before but the face was as much an incentive as the drop wobbling precariously at the tip of the strong digit and saying no more he licked the proffered wound

The warm mouth clamped the wound shut, and Galvin continued to feed Ambrosia his breakfast. There was nothing he did upstairs that roused the gentle man downstairs, finally he found himself eating his own pancakes and resting on Ambrosia's stomach. "You are too hard to please." He said teasingly as his fingers roamed around the freckled chest.

he continued to suck even after the hole stopped putting out blood and only halted when pyce spoke. freeing the digit he gave a smile, "that is quite funny to hear given that i am quite easy to please and am pleased quite often, what has really gotten to you galvin pyce? i figured we were having a rather nice time"

Galvin liked the smile. It was so rarely seen that he treasured it. "I think I am trying to hard to make you happy, and now I am tired." He said with his own lazy grin.

lazily from where he lay he gave a shrug, "then maybe you should take a nap and when you wake up we can try again without the apron?"

He chuckled. "I suppose mesh is your only thing." He gave the ruby lips one last kiss completely missing its innuendo. Rather then moving he curled up on the others chest and let himself drift to sleep.

It was nothing spectacular and yet he could feel the others eyes burrowing over his body as the man chewed on his portion of the meal. After washing he smoothed cream over the blotchy areas, painstakingly attaching gauze and tape to the smaller areas, and simply wrapping his torso. His chest he put two band-aids in the form of an x while he did not bother to tape his balls. He had no intention of hurting worse from pulling the adhesive off. He lay back among the cushions and stole a slice of meat off the plate. Out of fairness and a tease, he pulled the fingers with the fork towards him and playfully bit into the wrist. Drawing the limb away he slapped a bandaid over the spot.

he snorted a laugh at that and twisting it so that he had pyce's wrist instead pulled it in for a heavy kiss and a lick. he did not bother trying to pull the wrapper off of a bandage to stick on it

Plucking the band-aid up from where it lay he took its back of and stuck it on Ambrosia's head. He let his body fall comfortably on top and tiredly his eyes drooped until he was once more sleeping on his favorite pillow.

he did not manage to sleep, eating had revitalized him, and so waited for pyce to wake by staring at the cracks in the ceiling and eating the last of the cold food

He woke and lifting his head he saw the whites of others eyes and nearly jumped as the head twisted towards him in the darkness. It was the first time in a while he had been reminded that the man was not completely human. Galvin reached out and soothed his nerves with a kiss as the dawning sun broke across his back. "Morning...tell me..." He said playfully. "Why am I still covered in dinner?"

he was tired but not enough to sleep when pyce woke and though the jittery jump was not lost on him he chose to ignore it, "because i did not feel a need to wake you and i am a firm believer in saving the environment by taking co-ed showers"

He wondered if he could weasel out of walking to the shower. "Then I am a firm believer in being carried." He shifted in curling his arms around the swan like neck. "I am also a believer in sex in new locales... " he licked the neck "to day we go find the perfect location, outside of this house."

both sounded fine to him and after a moment to lounge with the man he slid out from under the body to stand then in his most graceful sweep, pulled pyce up into his arms bridal to carry him off to bathe

New and exciting locales seemed to include the shower as well. Galvin was happy enough to make it through the sprinkle with out need for another nap. They quickly dressed and soon found themselves back in the jeep. As he started up the car he thought to buy more steak and other meats in town for another dinner night.

the ride back down was even more gut-wrenching than the one up and by the time they made it to mostly-paved road he felt like throwing up and was certain he was bruised. he was grateful when they finally stopped

He couldn't help but notice the green edges around Ambrosia and once the car was stationary, He offered up the idea to get breakfast or a little walk before they did anything too involving. Looking around he spotted a small cafe, that held some promise. He smiled. "If it hurts so much you should drive. Otherwise I am sure some ice should make it feel better."

(He means those Italian ices )

he did little more than offer a dirty look at the man though that only garnered him a smirk before he was expected to follow behind. he could not help but noticed that it was much too hot and uncomfortable for this time of year and it showed when he was taken to an icecream parlor selling a dozen flavors of gelato and twice as many flavors of ice

It was fun watching the man naturally attuned to city life look with all the discomfort in the world under the Mediterranean sun. The unnatural pink twinge against his freckles and the sweat did nothing but make the man some what more exotic. Shaking his head he pointed to the cioccolato all’arancia the flavor of choice from his youth. "You look like you walked out of a painting." he said low enough that if the other missed it he would not have mind.

the words were nearly whispered but he heard them all the same and moving closer he spoke equally low, "i would not even begin to guess which painting i fell out of given the art i am sure you are interested in"

He raised a bow amused that the man thought he lacked culture. Twisting he offered Ambrosia a spoonful of his Gelato while the man waited for his own. "Then allow me to show you that painting, some others and a few boutiques you may like." He said following the spoon with a small kiss.

the icecream made pyce taste all the sweeter and so when the man pulled away he only licked his lips and fed the other a spoonful before pushing them back together

The beautiful thing about Europe, was that voyeurism was part of the Continents past time. He had no qualms about leaning forward into his lover, parting the ruby lips as one hand smoothly ghost over the mans upper thigh to his hips. "I didn't know chocolate was the flavor of choice." He said replacing his lips with another spoonful of gelato.

it wasn't, honestly he liked lemon or raspberry more but almost any flavor tasted fine when chased down with the flavor of pyce and so he said nothing and continued to feed, be fed, and kiss until the small container was gone and he was hungry for something more. still mute he grabbed the other by the hand to go find a place that would not lead to disruptions

With out words he could feel it and it chimed with his own feelings. Looking around he spotted an alley. He led Ambrosia under the canopy of drying clothing, down away from the main streets. It was not long before his kisses agave away his want as well as the lump in front of his pants.

he had captured his prey in many places but this was his first time in a tuscan alleyway surrounded by plants, clothes and random bits of personal detritus. it was strange and exciting and with neither of them making noise, secret

Feeling his lovers body crash into his made him silently moan. Under the Tuscan sun the man nearly glowed and it wasn't until their bodies moved feverishly and Ambrosia melted into him and he on the front of the mans slacks. It was then they were caught by a small yipping dog. He laughed at the mutt. He ran his hands through the rouge locks and found the freckled ear. “I think you need some new pants, and we should find a hotel.”

the light tweak was nothing but the words sounded rather pleasant and with a soft half-cocked grin he agreed. letting galvin stand he removed the tails from his shirt to half hide the wet spot though he took pleasure in wiping away the worst of it to taste while he did so, "of course"

He wobbled a bit before straightening his own pants. If you did not look to closely it seemed the shirt did a nice job of hiding the stains. He smirked running his hands across the pelvis smearing the fluids into the fabric and possessively pulling him close into a kiss. Breaking away his hand found Ambrosia's and pulled him back into the tourist rounds. No clothing particularly interested him until they found something along the side alley, with its black sign and logo that was similar to the french costume shop, he found himself curious and dragged Ambrosia inside.

it would seem that in any language the man could find sex and he was pulled into a near-replica of the french boutique that now serviced the club. it was smaller by half and the clothes were a bit more.... he would be generous to call them creative but outlandish seems a bit crude. letting galvin pull him along he spoke his opinions drolly, "and here i was thinking you had meant clothes for public use"

He opened his mouth but soon his lips fell into a smirk as he pulled a pair of thongs that said happy birthday off the rack. "Surprise." He laughed. "I am sure you could wrangle a way to wear these in public."

snorting he neatly flicked the trashy garments from the man's hand before grabbing it and offering a kiss to the palm, "find me something i would wear and something i would not let you wear for long. find something i like and it is yours"

His grin deepened and his body pressed against Ambrosias finding the mans ear. "How about we find the dressing room, try on this, and go from there."

he was not certain what 'this' the man was talking about as the dark hands took something off of the cluttered racks behind him but he was positive that whatever it was most likely would not get so much as a strap in place if he took the man up on the offer, "it's ugly, try again"

"I haven't even tried it on yet." He said shaking his head and slyly plucking something else up off the racks as they passed by the cluttered areas and found their way to the dressing stalls. There was enough room for the two bodies to fit snugly. Galvin began to wiggle out of his pants in a semi tease. His body clumsily bumped against the others.

he did not even get a say in the matter as he was pushed and pulled and bullied into the tiny both and as pyce stripped he was rubbed on and jostled leaving him aroused by the time the other had stripped down. he did not speak as the gray eyes looked into his and using only his hands and lips let the man know what he wanted

Smashed against the mirrors, with his own fluids dripping down his thigh and Ambrosia's trickling out down his back thigh, Galvin's fingers curled around the pale ones and brought the wrist to his mouth. He could taste it, and the want bubbled on his tongue as his own blood was drawn in small sucks beneath the ruby lips. His head swam, and the reflections of his lover merged into the man behind him. Soon his head fell away from the wrist and into the body. "So, you like the white mesh." He offered "should I try on the black suit?"

dizzy from heat and the promise of a meal he was not sure what galvin was even talking about but as the other stilled and he was taken from the mocha skin he blearily started to remember, "....huh? oh....i dont know, sure"

(After this if yours does not have enough wit to stop, mine may pass out )