Who: Maxxie and Lucien childoflight Where: Their room When: After this What: Meeting up, consoling, boyfriend talks Rating: High
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Maxxie wasn't a slut. Not anymore, at least. His sketches he did of people was always just business to him, just doing his talent to sketch out what he saw, down on paper. There was beauty in all things. Part of why it was a good hobby. And, admittedly there were some cases where he and a subject would have their lustful, passionate fun after the artwork was finished. But this was before. He was only interested in one boy now, and that was the one whose room he was hurriedly walking to right now. He had hoped Lucien wasn't jealous over Lucifer. It was only art, like his other ones. And the man was good looking, he would be, if he was God's creation. But the blonde's attentions would always be to his fiance. Not Lucifer, or Ally, or Damien, not Tony, or any other attractive bloke from the Dutch ship. He had been loyal to his own lover ever since they began seeing each other seriously.
He was curious as to what would happen when he got to the room. Would Lucien embrace him, with needful kisses and touches, and needing much more? Or perhaps to yell further, Ask more questions, more doubt that needed to be cast away. He hoped it was something good, that it was because Lucien really needed to see him in person now, needed to be close with him. So he walked even faster, his tight jeans clinging to him, and his long-sleeved white shirt. He breathed hard, his heart pounding as he then turned the knob on the door. Opening it and swiftly closing it once inside, also locking it. He had the sketchbook in his hand, pencil in his pocket. Might need it, just in case. He might draw Lucien, or the room's interior. But first he wanted to see his lover. "Lucien, honey, I'm here," he spoke, then seeing him there now.