[ once izumi's escaped into the bathroom, he turns to stare at himself in the mirror, cheeks still rosy-pink and lips kiss-swollen from all that kissing earlier. he tugs at the collar of the shirt he so haphazardly put on and - yep, those sure are bites and bruises courtesy of his own submissive last night. it's a little annoying how sandalphon can just make any blemish on his body disappear in a flash while izumi has to make do with makeup... but he doesn't really have any concrete plans today, strangely enough. there's ballet practice, for one, but he supposes he can save that for tomorrow.
he just... wants to be with sandalphon today - nothing more, nothing less. seems that the other man's refreshing mood has gotten a hold of him as well, judging from how he showers while humming an entirely new tune to himself, how he takes even more extra care in washing his face, picking out something cozy to wear (and settling for a simple black shirt), combing his hair... doing all he can to look as presentable as possible for the supreme primarch. he still has to live up to sandalphon's standards after all, no matter how awfully simplistic the guy can be.
the rich scent of freshly-brewed coffee hits izumi's nose as soon as he comes out of his (their?) bedroom; he's already heading for the kitchen anyway, but the smell is luring him to sandalphon, quietly sneaking up behind him to wrap his arms gently around his waist. he should've asked if he could watch him make coffee by hand as he always does, since the traditional method has always piqued his interest, and the methodical way sandalphon does it is calming in its own way.
but anyway, he'll nuzzle into the crook of the other's neck and breathe in some more of that lush scent. good morning. ]
...Is that all for me? [ already he's thinking of what food he'll pair it up with for breakfast, but he'll need to taste it first. ]
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he just... wants to be with sandalphon today - nothing more, nothing less. seems that the other man's refreshing mood has gotten a hold of him as well, judging from how he showers while humming an entirely new tune to himself, how he takes even more extra care in washing his face, picking out something cozy to wear (and settling for a simple black shirt), combing his hair... doing all he can to look as presentable as possible for the supreme primarch. he still has to live up to sandalphon's standards after all, no matter how awfully simplistic the guy can be.
the rich scent of freshly-brewed coffee hits izumi's nose as soon as he comes out of his (their?) bedroom; he's already heading for the kitchen anyway, but the smell is luring him to sandalphon, quietly sneaking up behind him to wrap his arms gently around his waist. he should've asked if he could watch him make coffee by hand as he always does, since the traditional method has always piqued his interest, and the methodical way sandalphon does it is calming in its own way.
but anyway, he'll nuzzle into the crook of the other's neck and breathe in some more of that lush scent. good morning. ]
...Is that all for me? [ already he's thinking of what food he'll pair it up with for breakfast, but he'll need to taste it first. ]