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[swolemate]

[ he does gasp, just a little. it was unexpected but so, so welcomed. placing a hand on robert's wrist, he squeezes just the tiniest bit in appreciation. yes, yes - this is what he was craving. robert's soft lips, his warm hands - making out in his damn truck with soft gasps and slight mewls -

his ankle is fucking killing him and that's still not enough to turn him off. this man has to stop calling him baby because it's doing something to him.

his baby. robert's. fuck. ]

Just thought I'd court ya properly.

[ it's true - he wanted to treat robert like the fucking king he is for once and wine and dine him all damn proper. without the stuffiness. and also more outdoors sex because they're awful exhibitionists. ]

Wanted our first real date to set up what I got in store for ya, as long as you'd want me.

[ and craig expects them to be together for a long fucking time. he can't envision anyone else waking up next to him, can't envision anyone else kissing river's face and talking to her like a grown adult, can't imagine anyone else he'd rather stay up with in the distant future whenever briar and hazel inevitably try to sneak out.

just the thought leaves him melting, sighing as he rests his head on robert's shoulder. there's relief, knowing robert truly is just as smitten as he is. that regardless, he still wants to be with craig's cheesy ass. ]

... Hey, Robert?

[gruffs]

[ Craig gets soft laughter in response to that, just the most pleased sound as he thinks about what it would mean for Craig to "court him properly". Robert's too old for that kind of shit, he thinks. Too old and weird and full of bad memories. When's the last time anyone tried to really romance him?

Ha, it was probably his wife before things went to shit. That's kind of ironic. And if not her then... Joseph... which isn't really a great situation either. Craig really is a step up from all of that.

Craig settles down and rests his head against Robert's shoulder and Robert lifts a hand to card his fingers through Craig's hair, soft and gentle. He turns his head to press a kiss to Craig's temple and gives a soft hum in response to his question. ]

Yeah, Craig?

[swolemate]

[ it feels right. it feels so right to just be right here. the soft scent of salted caramel, cigarettes - even the slight smell of betsy -- it feels so, so good.

he just wants to take it in for a second. but you know.

he also has other things on his mind still. robert's shows of strength... the soft panting noises he makes... being called his baby... his ankle -- well, his fucked up ankle should be first but the guy he likes, likes him back and that's way more important. ]

Call me yours again.

[ he's being a little demanding, for someone who had to be rescued, but honestly, he never gets to indulge himself. the night's already fucked and he's sure robert won't let him feel guilty about it so he'll just go in the other direction.

so what if he moves closer, leans in further, presses a kiss to his neck. sooo what if he presses kisses against his jaw and shoulder. craig's ankle's probably only sprained anyway; he can tend to that later or something. ]