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It was the spice of nutmeg and pumpkin in the air, the brittle decay of fallen leaves, now a mire of auburn and brown and orange splayed across the yard. Worn, damp darkened slats of wood that made up their porch, thick, fresh sap pearling against the birch bark, and sweet honey on the tongue. He inhaled cold, even as he wove through grey lit halls, roughly tugging the scarf from around his neck, to wind around his callused knuckles.

Marbled, like his eyes - He inhaled, neck taut, chin tipped up as he licked his lips. Chilly coffee left on the table, beside a plastic cup with icy sweat trailing down the sides, the green emblem of a woman with long hair and two tails stamped across the latter. One hand released the wool in his palm, slid his fingers over the surface of the kitchen table. He sighed out, saw his breath barely waft before his face, pausing in the mouth of the adjoining hall to turn his gaze on the thermostat.

He paused, hand skittering over the digits in disbelief, and raised the temperature to a seventy-four. His lover was much too considerate of his desire for the cold, luckily, he was very conscious of his self sacrificing nature. He journeyed deeper, strides measured, soundlessly moving through the eerie colored rooms. He would have preferred something with two stories, but this house was only temporary, not a true home in the slightest. Though, John went to such lengths to make it so... Made him want to linger more than he should.

Hyde approached their room slowly, listening to the subtle click through the vent, as warm air rushed out and curled throughout, to warm the chill from his cheeks and nose. But his attention was utterly taken over by the figure sprawled out among ivory sheets, well muscled back rising and falling slowly, curled around his pillow like a child with a stuffed toy. A subtle smile formed at his lips, though he did not feel it, too enamored by the sight that greeted him. He casually tossed down his scarf upon the table by the bed, never taking his eyes off of the play of the early evening light over his lover, as he sat on the edge of the mattress.

He raised a hand, steadily combing it through the curled, black locks at the base of his nape. He was growing it out, no doubt having noticed how much Hyde loved to run his fingers through it, caressing the silken strands between his knuckles. He leaned down, the steel of his course beard stroking along the line of John's shoulder, to the point where he murmured pleasantly beneath him. He half stretched over him, pressing a kiss into the hollow of his throat, twisting the red strings around them in an oath:

"Beautiful..." From his high cheek bones and sun darkened skin, to the faint lines forming at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, and the early morning mist of his irises. The soft patter of his laugh, wind chimes from summer, and sweet, airy whisper of his breaths between lovely lips.

Description
It was the spice of nutmeg and pumpkin in the air, the brittle decay of fallen leaves, now a mire of auburn and brown and orange splayed across the yard. Worn, damp darkened slats of wood that made up their porch, thick, fresh sap pearling against the birch bark, and sweet honey on the tongue. He inhaled cold, even as he wove through grey lit halls, roughly tugging the scarf from around his neck, to wind around his callused knuckles.

Marbled, like his eyes - He inhaled, neck taut, chin tipped up as he licked his lips. Chilly coffee left on the table, beside a plastic cup with icy sweat trailing down the sides, the green emblem of a woman with long hair and two tails stamped across the latter. One hand released the wool in his palm, slid his fingers over the surface of the kitchen table. He sighed out, saw his breath barely waft before his face, pausing in the mouth of the adjoining hall to turn his gaze on the thermostat.

He paused, hand skittering over the digits in disbelief, and raised the temperature to a seventy-four. His lover was much too considerate of his desire for the cold, luckily, he was very conscious of his self sacrificing nature. He journeyed deeper, strides measured, soundlessly moving through the eerie colored rooms. He would have preferred something with two stories, but this house was only temporary, not a true home in the slightest. Though, John went to such lengths to make it so... Made him want to linger more than he should.

Hyde approached their room slowly, listening to the subtle click through the vent, as warm air rushed out and curled throughout, to warm the chill from his cheeks and nose. But his attention was utterly taken over by the figure sprawled out among ivory sheets, well muscled back rising and falling slowly, curled around his pillow like a child with a stuffed toy. A subtle smile formed at his lips, though he did not feel it, too enamored by the sight that greeted him. He casually tossed down his scarf upon the table by the bed, never taking his eyes off of the play of the early evening light over his lover, as he sat on the edge of the mattress.

He raised a hand, steadily combing it through the curled, black locks at the base of his nape. He was growing it out, no doubt having noticed how much Hyde loved to run his fingers through it, caressing the silken strands between his knuckles. He leaned down, the steel of his course beard stroking along the line of John's shoulder, to the point where he murmured pleasantly beneath him. He half stretched over him, pressing a kiss into the hollow of his throat, twisting the red strings around them in an oath:

"Beautiful..." From his high cheek bones and sun darkened skin, to the faint lines forming at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, and the early morning mist of his irises. The soft patter of his laugh, wind chimes from summer, and sweet, airy whisper of his breaths between lovely lips.