[ Far more than the noise of the fabric giving out, it is Ambrose's dejection and acceptance that tonight nothing will go right that make Magnus' heart twist painfully. That is not Ambrose's fault, and Magnus will not be allowing Ambrose to take it on his own shoulders. He will before dawn discover some means of contacting the hard-working wardrobe manager for Ambrose's troupe and see to trying to fix what damage had been done.
Until then he forced himself to keep a tight control on himself, his movements careful, as if unwrapping some delicate gift. The zip peeled away, allowing him to press kisses over pale, unmarred skin as if to banish every negative thought, every anguish. Magnus' fingers continue their gentle dance, easing the costume from Ambrose's shoulders, and wander down his torso, palms caressing.
Then with a more playful nip at his lover's shoulder, he hooks his fingers into the other's pants, pushing them down his hips into a pool of cloth. ]
Much better, little dove. And before anything else goes wrong, I am taking you to bed.
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it is certainly not Ambrose's favourite thing, poor parsnip
Date: 2018-06-28 09:28 pm (UTC)Until then he forced himself to keep a tight control on himself, his movements careful, as if unwrapping some delicate gift. The zip peeled away, allowing him to press kisses over pale, unmarred skin as if to banish every negative thought, every anguish. Magnus' fingers continue their gentle dance, easing the costume from Ambrose's shoulders, and wander down his torso, palms caressing.
Then with a more playful nip at his lover's shoulder, he hooks his fingers into the other's pants, pushing them down his hips into a pool of cloth. ]
Much better, little dove. And before anything else goes wrong, I am taking you to bed.