a blind man at ten feet could see galvin was drunk and excited and though he knew better the idea of running his hands down the damp lithe body seemed like the best option. standing up he weaved his way to where pyce was looking around

The hands that traced a path along his body were unmistakable. They climbed with the same pressure and caressed the same spot until they came to rest along the barely concealed happiness. He twisted to kiss one of the limbs and could not tell if he was drunk but his mouth said “You are glowing.."

"am i now galvin pyce? i would say you are consuming light not reflecting it....." he breathed low into the man's ear, "i want to dance galvin, show me something new"

He kissed the light and then laughed at the request. "New is for behind private doors." He grinned. "Now is for while erratic grinding." As if to make his point he pushed his rump into the man and rolled it across the front of Ambrosia's pants in a firm figure eight. "Care to dance?"

he was growing used to pyces' lack of stamina though it shamed him to think he was growing just as lazy and quick to tire. languidly he waved of the driver and hefting pyce into his arms carried his dozing lover up to their room so they could both sleep

He was unaware how long he had been asleep, but when he woke every muscle protested last night activities. He hissed rolling over on to his stomach intending to do nothing but stay in bed.

he was woken by pyce shifting and rolling next to him and reaching out laid a hand over the moving body, "for fucks' sake pyce"

He was not in the mood for the mans bickering this morning. He paused at the feeling of the hand over his sore muscle. It seemed to radiate warmth were he needed it most. “Ambrosia...”He said wondering if the man was awake. If he was still asleep there was no shame in his asking. “Will you rub my back?”

snorting a laugh he rolled to loosely cuddle the man. he felt certain if pyce was awake he would not be stupid enough to ask and so felt no shame in kneading a palm down the man's side." ...i am not your damn masseuse, why would i?"

He was about to give his surly answer when his breath was taken away by the knuckles rolling over his skin. Galvin forgot for a moment to breathe in and when he finally did, all he managed to say was “A little to the left please.”

he had only just grown comfortable in the lull of touching bared skin when the other spoke again and snapping out of it he pulled his hand away. "you asshole, you were awake.... what are you trying to prove?"

Galvin did not laugh. He had nearly been lulled into a sleep again until the man started talking. He merely grunted shifting in the mans arms again.

he grew angry when he was given no real answer but it left him when he realized anything else would have gotten pyce fucked or kicked out of bed. silently he conceded to his defeat and took up kneading pyce's side once more

He twisted under the touch surprised that Ambrosia had stopped talking completely. Even more surprised when an unexpected stifled moan escaped his lips.

the sound pleased him and working his palm down the man's hip he leaned in, "if you wont tell i wont mind galvin pyce"

Galvin swallowed. Who was he going to tell, the maid? He twisted his body far enough that his hand could reach the side of Ambrosia's face. He pulled him down cloaking his body in the freckled flesh. "I like happy endings." He said kissing the man.