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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Who: William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!


[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...

William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]

Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.

[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]

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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Yeah, William doesn't last much longer than that! He shakes in Grell's grasp, biting at the heated skin of Grell's neck as he cums.

Once spent, he remains exhausted atop Grell's chest, breathing heavy and shakily. ]

And you are mine, too.

[deathknellgrell]

[ With his right hand, Grell caresses William's back, in long, lazy strokes. At the same time, he holds up his left hand, marveling at how the stone catches the light. ]

I dreamed of this day for so many years, you know.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ His breathing finally evens out, but he stays put where he is. ]

You are honestly happy then?

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell shifts a little so that he can look into William's eyes; even so, he's out of focus. They're too close. ]

I am.

[ He speaks without hesitation: it's the truth. For once, he's not performing. There's no deception, no artifice, no chaos in his heart. ]

You're happy too, aren't you?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Yes.

[ Since they are so close already, may as well lean in and give Grell a kiss! ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell's presses his tongue gently against William's, then nibbles at his lip as they part. ]

To think...

That you of all people might be happy.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Honestly, I think it is more astounding that you are the one making me happy.

[ Resting his head back down, he gives Grell a few soft kisses against his cheek and jawline. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ He's still sufficiently in the afterglow that these little kisses tickle. He giggles and twitches away, ducking his head. ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ Playfully: ]

All I've ever done is try my very best to make you happy~♥ It's hardly my fault that you're so difficult to please!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

At least I have gotten you to work hard at something, then.

[ He finally rolls off of Grell and divests himself of the remainder of his clothes. He then pulls the comforter back, wrapping them both up in it. ]