Wayriding

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Added 2022-09-13 19:02:05 +0000 UTC

He could get used to this.

The soft sloshing of waves, the dust- speckled rays of sunlight tickling him awake each morning, the smell of coffee and fresh bread… and Horatio, his love, his lover, who smiled, unabashedly, who pulled him into long embraces and even longer kisses. A Horatio whose touch was gentle, a man whose hunger was quenched only by him, only Jones.

To feel him breathe steadily at night, to know his loving eyes, his desire- truly, Jones knew, these were the best of days.

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Writing paragraph courtesy of my partner.

I like to think they’re sitting right next to a tall antique door, open to a garden in the French countryside. Horatio has whisked Jones away after all- they see to be very content at least. They’re so happy during this month of being away, so at peace to be themselves. And Jones’ pose is everything to me.

I hope you like it, Im really feeling these sfw works right now, they’re keeping my overthinking mind a good kind of occupied. Like I just need to get away in these stories for a bit Yknow.

Perhaps more Hor and Jones next? I have a few other sketches which I’m dying to paint. More French honeymoon life for them

Please enjoy ♥️