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He licked down in the lingering taste of beef and semen as he lay on Ambrosia's chest. A tired hand reached out and stroked Ambrosia's chin. His eyes roamed across the contours of the chiseled face. He was close to falling asleep but fought it, if it kept the mans arms around him.
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whereas the shower had been fire and violence dinner was all lips and sensuality and as he lay there with pyce half asleep tangled in the ruined blanket and remains of dinner he could not help but feel smug over his luck. "i am glad you wanted this pyce, i think i am happy"
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He did nothing more but move his head slightly in agreement, unable to speak much. Galvin found himself under the spell of sleep listening to Ambrosias heart beat.
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he laid there until he was certain pyce was asleep then staggered to his feet with the man in arm to pull them both to bed. he had no regrets
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Galvin did not wake until the sun was well into the sky. He rolled over to the sound of continuous typing. He reached out and stilled the fingers. “What time is it?” He croaked.
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staring down at the hand he offered it an almost-smile and pulled it from the keys so he could close his laptop and set it aside. "nearly one, you slept in and i grew bored"
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Galvin rose to quickly from his spot in the bed. Most of Sunday had already gone, and they had yet to walk on the beach or visit anything or shop. His face fell and he tried to hide his emotions. "Did you already eat?"
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"no, i figured you would want something when you woke and there is no point in eating twice." he offered a grin. "though given your eating habits i probably could have and be no worse off for it"
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The joke was nearly lost in the panic, but Ambrosia's oddly good mood was highly infectious. He stopped concerning himself with their small window of time and grinned. "You can. I need to diet for a few hours." He confessed stroking his throat softly.
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a low chuckle escaped him. "now, now, that is my favorite part." with the laptop out of the way he stretched languidly over pyce. "though i am hungry. room service or a real meal?"
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Galvin pulled Ambrosia till their lips met and his hands were roaming freely around his rose colored tresses. "Service." He said with a smile, letting one of his legs intertwine itself around Ambrosias.
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he grinned as he was pulled into an embrace, "tch, i thought you needed to 'diet', you seem hell bent on gorging yourself. i am going to make you work for it. fuck me galvin pyce"
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Twisting his legs into Ambrosia's, Galvin used his arms to propel himself off the mattress, rolling until he was on top of the pale body. Veraciously, Galvin kissed Ambrosia's body, teasing it with nips and sucks. There was something about the man that always brought out the animal in him.
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he made pyce sign for the service and bring over the trays, too pleased just to lay there and enjoy the feeling. "py-galvin, you should feed me"
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Galvin pulled in the cart, capturing one of the stray berries at the top of the crepe for himself. He pushed the cart close to the bed. With a smirk he seated himself on top of the others still moist hips and straddled them. He plucked a large strawberry drenched in cream and brought it to his lips with an eye brow raised. “You didn't say please.” He sucked on the tip of the fruit.
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