[ Rafa likes it better this way. Janus couldn't know, would have no way to know, that he generally doesn't like to be carried. There are some very few exceptions to that rule, but on the whole, Rafa likes it like this; the two of them hand in hand, or arms around each other, close, but each one still in control of what they're doing. This is good.
This is sweet.
The staircase is a straight line up, and the upstairs floor has a different feel than downstairs. Here there are arched ceilings pointing up. It would be easy to bang your head if you were taller than Rafa, which most men are, but the lights hang from the tallest point. It makes the place seem somehow grand and rustic at the same time. Rafa likes it up here.
He takes Janus to one of the bedrooms, of which there are several. They go into the one which, in theory, is Rafa's alone, though he rarely uses it at all. Still, the style of it belongs more to him than anything downstairs had. It's bare and minimal, the walls painted in a light blue-grey, and the floors left wooden and brushed clean. The bed is neatly made, and there are no clothes sitting out, though there's a leather book sitting on the small writing desk.
He takes Janus to the bed and peels back the covers, sitting on the sheets he'd exposed. Then he holds out his arms, drawing Janus with him. ]
Come. You look ready for this.
[ Not only because of how hard they are, though partly because of that. Mostly, because of how silent they'd been, how breathless and eager downstairs. He wraps his hand back around their dick and strokes it, gently, feeling it's been too long since he did. ]
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This is sweet.
The staircase is a straight line up, and the upstairs floor has a different feel than downstairs. Here there are arched ceilings pointing up. It would be easy to bang your head if you were taller than Rafa, which most men are, but the lights hang from the tallest point. It makes the place seem somehow grand and rustic at the same time. Rafa likes it up here.
He takes Janus to one of the bedrooms, of which there are several. They go into the one which, in theory, is Rafa's alone, though he rarely uses it at all. Still, the style of it belongs more to him than anything downstairs had. It's bare and minimal, the walls painted in a light blue-grey, and the floors left wooden and brushed clean. The bed is neatly made, and there are no clothes sitting out, though there's a leather book sitting on the small writing desk.
He takes Janus to the bed and peels back the covers, sitting on the sheets he'd exposed. Then he holds out his arms, drawing Janus with him. ]
Come. You look ready for this.
[ Not only because of how hard they are, though partly because of that. Mostly, because of how silent they'd been, how breathless and eager downstairs. He wraps his hand back around their dick and strokes it, gently, feeling it's been too long since he did. ]