[it's a little strange to know that rafa does not own this home all alone, that there is-- some boyfriend, husband, partner who planted the farm outside and helped to choose the pillows that decorate the couch, who might pop in and call rafa by some fondism and blink gently at the sight of the hunter underneath him.
but also
also that's terribly hard to think of right now. no mission to fear, nothing to press them except for the vampire's brown little hands. maybe it's the absence that janus feels, of your usual social niceties, death waiting a few doors away, and if not the mission today then the mission tomorrow. even if that's true, the edges of the hole seem softer, less stark as rafa's mouth moves down their neck. they hear their own breathing quicken. he's a good kisser, you know, our fine rafaello d'este, and it's not long before they're moving toward him with their hips, a funny climbing of their toes inside their shoes, their fingers drawing hungry lines along his narrow back. breathe in, breathe out.]
nsfwish if it ain't been said already
but also
also that's terribly hard to think of right now. no mission to fear, nothing to press them except for the vampire's brown little hands. maybe it's the absence that janus feels, of your usual social niceties, death waiting a few doors away, and if not the mission today then the mission tomorrow. even if that's true, the edges of the hole seem softer, less stark as rafa's mouth moves down their neck. they hear their own breathing quicken. he's a good kisser, you know, our fine rafaello d'este, and it's not long before they're moving toward him with their hips, a funny climbing of their toes inside their shoes, their fingers drawing hungry lines along his narrow back. breathe in, breathe out.]