Why do you think my lips are bare? I was waiting for you to complete the look.
[There's an undeniable affection in his voice-a tone reserved for this man alone. His arm loops around his shoulders, allowing his hand to trail through strands of silvery hair.
And he takes a moment to think about how this worked out. Thinks about the easy shift occurred from friends to lovers, how he stopped using his casanova act on anyone other than Leone-a ploy he brings up on occasion to tease and poke fun at him. It's a blur now-marriage, adopting the children, the next few years spent in a blissful little bubble Caesar never thought he would be to experience.
But it's because of Leone he does.
There's a delighted yell from Lasagna immediately followed by a malicious little giggle from Ragù. The briefest moment of silence blesses that hall before the 'I'm telling Papa!' in the background echoes through it. He can only imagine the bullshit his little princess just got up too-she's too willful for her own good, but it's impossible to do more than be amused by it. Lasagna will likely get his revenge in the next few seconds, and he'll have to intervene, but whatever. Siblings bully one another-he remembers that well, and almost fondly.]
[Hands roam down to settle onto Caesar's hips, gently squeezing him there, still terribly in love with all of him even after this time. Leone leans his forehead a little more against Caesar's, rubbing there for a moment, gazing at him with warmth and adoration in his eyes.
Moving on has always been difficult for Leone Abbacchio, but somehow-- somehow he's managed to do it enough to finally be happy.
He presses his lips against Caesar's, gently at first before he's pressing for more to deepen the kiss, as if ensuring that his lipstick will properly leave its mark. Purple smears like loving bruises, and he hums against Caesar's mouth.
Pulling back just enough, he gets a look at his husband.]
[It's entirely too easy for Leone to become the focus of his attention through a simple touch. The warmth of his forehead against his own feels more intimate than the lips about to press against him and-
Both his arms loop around Leone's neck, one hand resting on the back of it, another threading through his hair to keep him close.
It's over all too fast-the short time limit imposed on them by their children ensuring it stays that way, but-
Caesar's never one to give up the last word and as Leone pulls away, he nips at his bottom lip, gently catching it between his teeth for the shortest moment before relenting.
He trails an invisible line down his neck with a single finger, listening for any sign of sibling rivalry going too far. The sudden silence is its own warning though. His eyes never leave Leone, but there's a beat, then two, the kids are talking again and-]
Cuore mio, don't wipe that off before bed. I have other plans for those lips.
[His hands slide down-idle on his shoulders, slide down his sides until he finally tugs himself free when his fingers pinch at his hips.
And, unwilling to let him be the only one in the house with a perfect face, he runs a thumb across his electric green eyeshadow and playfully swipes it across Leone's cheek.]
Do you want to check on them? Seeing their Papà is bound to stop their fight. They'll be too happy to think of much else.
[He can't be bothered that they basically match now. He snorts at the green across his cheek, smiling crookedly at Caesar.]
I got it.
[One last adoring touch is given to Caesar's cheek, the brush of Leone's fingers before he goes off to find the children. He peeks inside, finding the makeup astray on both faces, and he grins at them.]
You got started without me, huh?
[Delighted shrills of papà and he's gathering both daughter and son into his arms, lifting them up like they weigh nothing. Never in all of his days did he ever see himself as a familyman, but now he couldn't envision his life without either of them or Caesar. It's amazing how things have changed.]
[They sure did. The little deviants are coated in shades of purple and orange from their now forgotten spat. There are multi-colored fingerprints on the table, coating the plastic cups and pitchers in vibrant shades, Most of the items made it on the floor from them resorting to a good ole game of dodgeball!makeup edition to solve their problems and-
Well, it's not the same as the top tier makeover Caesar got, but the kids do give him a preview of their next session, by pressing their grubby fingers against his cheeks, eyelids, ears and chin. Not their best work, but it's going to be a hell of a lot for him to wash up later.
Ragù lets out a loud stronzo when the boy messes up her fingerpainted flower on Leone's cheek and Caesar lets out a snort down the hall. One that becomes a whole ass laugh before he barks out a 'Don't say that' in Italian like he wasn't just cracking up. Goddammit.]
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[There's an undeniable affection in his voice-a tone reserved for this man alone. His arm loops around his shoulders, allowing his hand to trail through strands of silvery hair.
And he takes a moment to think about how this worked out. Thinks about the easy shift occurred from friends to lovers, how he stopped using his casanova act on anyone other than Leone-a ploy he brings up on occasion to tease and poke fun at him. It's a blur now-marriage, adopting the children, the next few years spent in a blissful little bubble Caesar never thought he would be to experience.
But it's because of Leone he does.
There's a delighted yell from Lasagna immediately followed by a malicious little giggle from Ragù. The briefest moment of silence blesses that hall before the 'I'm telling Papa!' in the background echoes through it. He can only imagine the bullshit his little princess just got up too-she's too willful for her own good, but it's impossible to do more than be amused by it. Lasagna will likely get his revenge in the next few seconds, and he'll have to intervene, but whatever. Siblings bully one another-he remembers that well, and almost fondly.]
You don't have long, you know. Make it count.
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[Hands roam down to settle onto Caesar's hips, gently squeezing him there, still terribly in love with all of him even after this time. Leone leans his forehead a little more against Caesar's, rubbing there for a moment, gazing at him with warmth and adoration in his eyes.
Moving on has always been difficult for Leone Abbacchio, but somehow-- somehow he's managed to do it enough to finally be happy.
He presses his lips against Caesar's, gently at first before he's pressing for more to deepen the kiss, as if ensuring that his lipstick will properly leave its mark. Purple smears like loving bruises, and he hums against Caesar's mouth.
Pulling back just enough, he gets a look at his husband.]
Bellisimo, caro.
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Both his arms loop around Leone's neck, one hand resting on the back of it, another threading through his hair to keep him close.
It's over all too fast-the short time limit imposed on them by their children ensuring it stays that way, but-
Caesar's never one to give up the last word and as Leone pulls away, he nips at his bottom lip, gently catching it between his teeth for the shortest moment before relenting.
He trails an invisible line down his neck with a single finger, listening for any sign of sibling rivalry going too far. The sudden silence is its own warning though. His eyes never leave Leone, but there's a beat, then two, the kids are talking again and-]
Cuore mio, don't wipe that off before bed. I have other plans for those lips.
[His hands slide down-idle on his shoulders, slide down his sides until he finally tugs himself free when his fingers pinch at his hips.
And, unwilling to let him be the only one in the house with a perfect face, he runs a thumb across his electric green eyeshadow and playfully swipes it across Leone's cheek.]
Do you want to check on them? Seeing their Papà is bound to stop their fight. They'll be too happy to think of much else.
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I got it.
[One last adoring touch is given to Caesar's cheek, the brush of Leone's fingers before he goes off to find the children. He peeks inside, finding the makeup astray on both faces, and he grins at them.]
You got started without me, huh?
[Delighted shrills of papà and he's gathering both daughter and son into his arms, lifting them up like they weigh nothing. Never in all of his days did he ever see himself as a familyman, but now he couldn't envision his life without either of them or Caesar. It's amazing how things have changed.]
Next tea party, you gotta do me next.
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Well, it's not the same as the top tier makeover Caesar got, but the kids do give him a preview of their next session, by pressing their grubby fingers against his cheeks, eyelids, ears and chin. Not their best work, but it's going to be a hell of a lot for him to wash up later.
Ragù lets out a loud stronzo when the boy messes up her fingerpainted flower on Leone's cheek and Caesar lets out a snort down the hall. One that becomes a whole ass laugh before he barks out a 'Don't say that' in Italian like he wasn't just cracking up. Goddammit.]