Tea is a Cup of Life
[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

His blush darkened at the compliment, making him fumble a bit at first as he sorted out his clothes.
It took a few seconds for him to remember. “Oh; yes, I believe you did,” The Teaseller agreed, looking a bit sheepish and almost apologetic.

Smoothing out the front of his shirt, Brent went to the fridge to see what was inside. There was some chicken, but he still looked over his shoulder to ask, “You have any preference, love?”

"I’m open to anything," he replied with a shake of his head and another smile. "I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious." He was feeling more fully at ease now that he was completely clothed—nothing against Brent, of course, it was just his own problems that he had to deal with.

[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

After a few moments of silence, The Teaseller glanced down and flushed light pink again.
"Um…pardon, but…may I get dressed? I-I’d rather not get a chill."

"Course. …Love the view, though." Finally pulling himself away from The Teaseller, he looked over his shoulder. "…I promised you dinner, didn’t I?"

His blush darkened at the compliment, making him fumble a bit at first as he sorted out his clothes.
It took a few seconds for him to remember. “Oh; yes, I believe you did,” The Teaseller agreed, looking a bit sheepish and almost apologetic.

[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

His smile gentled, changing a little with a tinge of melancholy. “…You may have to remind me of that sometimes; I tend not to believe it on my own.” The Teaseller draped his arms around Brent, leaning slightly into the kisses.

"….I’ll gladly do that. You deserve being happy." He gently kissed at his lips again, rubbing at his sides. 

After a few moments of silence, The Teaseller glanced down and flushed light pink again.
"Um…pardon, but…may I get dressed? I-I’d rather not get a chill."

[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

"They would only be tears of joy, ljubzhein," The Teaseller assured him with another laugh in his tone. "You do make me happy…happier than I ever could’ve dreamed." Especially after that incident—but he didn’t mention that aloud. No reason to upset a nice moment.

"…..You deserve to be happy." Leaning forward, he pecked the end of the older man’s nose before going for his forehead. 

His smile gentled, changing a little with a tinge of melancholy. “…You may have to remind me of that sometimes; I tend not to believe it on my own.” The Teaseller draped his arms around Brent, leaning slightly into the kisses.

[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

He bit the inside of his lower lip, something in his throat tightening as he blinked rapidly. Another laugh, softer and weaker this time; he tucked a few stray blue-white curls behind one ear. “…You might make me cry if you keep on like that,” The Teaseller admitted, voice already a little shaky with the threat of tears. One hand reached to comb his fingers through Brent’s hair again.

"Hey…I only speak the truth… I can stop if it makes you cry though…" He finally let go of The Teaseller to stand up straight, arms still resting around the older man. "…I just want to make you happy."

"They would only be tears of joy, ljubzhein," The Teaseller assured him with another laugh in his tone. "You do make me happy…happier than I ever could’ve dreamed." Especially after that incident—but he didn’t mention that aloud. No reason to upset a nice moment.

[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

He couldn’t help it—he let out a laugh, more from relief than anything as an odd tension in his posture seemed to vanish.
"Sorry, I’m sorry; I’m not laughing at you, I promise," The Teaseller assured Brent through dwindling giggles. "I, I suppose I’m just relieved…that something isn’t wrong with me." There was still a small smile on his face, but he’d sobered otherwise. "That, um…that you’d actually want to be with…well…someone like me."

Brent was honestly lost when The Teaseller started laughing and giggling, so he was far from being offended. Instead, he remained surprised on listening to what he said. “…I guess my actions speak louder then my words then.” Rubbing his cheek against his stomach again, he hugged him just a little tighter. “To me? You’re perfect. And even if you don’t think you are, you are still my one and only Liron. My Song. The one thing that I love and can always count on.”

He bit the inside of his lower lip, something in his throat tightening as he blinked rapidly. Another laugh, softer and weaker this time; he tucked a few stray blue-white curls behind one ear. “…You might make me cry if you keep on like that,” The Teaseller admitted, voice already a little shaky with the threat of tears. One hand reached to comb his fingers through Brent’s hair again.

SEND MY MUSE A SENTENCE

jennieroleplays:

  • "You’ve got to me kidding me."
  • "Get your ass in here now"
  • "What have I done now?"
  • "How old are you really?"
  • "I can’t believe you lied to me"
  • "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
  • "I can’t believe you lost him."
  • "I hate you."
  • "I love you."
  • "Please, don’t leave."
  • "I told you. I do give the best hugs."
  • "You so owe me."
  • "What’s a soulmate?"
  • "Would you kiss me in the rain?"
  • "Get off me."
  • "Leave me alone"
  • "What are you doing here?"
[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

"…Really?" The Teaseller blinked, apparently genuinely surprised by Brent’s agreement. "You, you wouldn’t mind?" He’d thought he had been so painfully awkward that the younger wouldn’t plan on doing anything like this again.
The idea of actually being intimate with Brent again—preferably not on a kitchen counter—made his blush darken from ear to ear, and he covered the lower half of his face with one hand to try and hide it.

"To be perfectly honest? I would love to. Need to get a few things so that it’d be safer for us to go further, but…so long as you’re happy and willing, I’d love doing this again. …Okay, maybe not on a kitchen counter, but hey. Seemed like a good idea at the time."

He couldn’t help it—he let out a laugh, more from relief than anything as an odd tension in his posture seemed to vanish.
"Sorry, I’m sorry; I’m not laughing at you, I promise," The Teaseller assured Brent through dwindling giggles. "I, I suppose I’m just relieved…that something isn’t wrong with me." There was still a small smile on his face, but he’d sobered otherwise. "That, um…that you’d actually want to be with…well…someone like me."

[OPEN]

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

His ears burned red with embarrassment at the realization that he was sitting disheveled and half-clothed on the younger’s kitchen counter—but he smiled just the same when he looked down at Brent, the expression distinctly sheepish.
"I’m sorry; I intended to warn you before, w-well…um…" The Teaseller glanced away, one hand combing his blue-white bangs back from his face. "I, I suppose, um… Thank you," he added, rather lamely. Clearing his throat, he muttered in an even softer voice, "I-I wouldn’t mind…doing something like that again…sometime. Oh dear…"
He trailed off, both hands up this time to cover his brightly blushing face.

He huffed a bit of a laugh, rubbing his cheek against The Teaseller’s stomach. “…You’re absolutely adorable, dammit. And amazing.” He laughed once more before leaning his chin on the other’s navel, looking up. He was still on a pleasure high, and all he could do was hug this older man. “You tried warning anyways. And we definitely should try this again…. Whenever you want.”

"…Really?" The Teaseller blinked, apparently genuinely surprised by Brent’s agreement. "You, you wouldn’t mind?" He’d thought he had been so painfully awkward that the younger wouldn’t plan on doing anything like this again.
The idea of actually being intimate with Brent again—preferably not on a kitchen counter—made his blush darken from ear to ear, and he covered the lower half of his face with one hand to try and hide it.

rocprinceray:

White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”

rocprinceray:

White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”