And as long as Casper is happy, Alexander is content.
He hums, followed by a pleased exhale as the last of his anger diffuses. The thought of Alan and his stupid tv show are long gone from his mind, replaced instead by the ready-to-please attitude of Casper and the tickle of facial hair along his neck. Alexander raises a hand to brush his fingers through his other (better)-half's hair.
"There you are," Casper purrs happily, moving down to refresh a bruise on Alexander's collarbone. Nipping sharply before soothing the mark with his tongue. Not that there are any lack of marks scattered across the other man's skin.
There's a place just above his hip, for instance, that drives Casper absolutely wild. He presses his thumb against the bruise there as well, working his way down over Alexander's chest.
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He hums, followed by a pleased exhale as the last of his anger diffuses. The thought of Alan and his stupid tv show are long gone from his mind, replaced instead by the ready-to-please attitude of Casper and the tickle of facial hair along his neck. Alexander raises a hand to brush his fingers through his other (better)-half's hair.
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There's a place just above his hip, for instance, that drives Casper absolutely wild. He presses his thumb against the bruise there as well, working his way down over Alexander's chest.