Moving In

[Zander Brogthamon]

Zander didn't mind letting his sister earn things. She was very much a reward based learner as it was so he knew she'd only fight harder to get the food she wanted. Which would be good for her writing.

Once they reached the room and he heard the door close Zander let out a soft sigh as he began pulling off his shirt. He'd just gotten the shirt off when he heard Pearces comment. A deep red blush spread across his cheeks as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. For all the confidence that he exuded there were still some things he was more self conscious about. Mainly his scars, especially the three along his back. Though he wouldn't say that out loud.

Zander bit his bottom lip as he walked towards Pearce and snaked his arms around his neck. "Well maybe getting in bed will help you believe." He teased with a playful smile and the blush still prominent on his face.

[Pearce Lockheed]

Watching Zander remove his shirt like it was the most natural thing in the world drew an easier smile from the noble. It was a wonderful sight for a lot of reasons and to see the boy relaxed made him relax too.

As for the scars, Pearce had certainly noticed. But Zander always seemed a little nervous or jumpy with them, mostly the prominent ones on his back. He did wonder what had happened to the poor man, but more important was that he could make better memories now than whatever those held. Perhaps one day, Zander would want to talk about it.

He melted to the other man's touch, wrapping his own arms around him and kissing his neck. He pressed against Zander, guiding him gently backward toward the bed. He more than enjoyed his hands on Zander. The man trailed kisses up his neck and jaw and to his lips before pausing them at the edge of the bed. He lifted Zander up onto the edge and proceeded to smother him with affections, pushing him into the mattress.

[Zander Brogthamon]

Zander didn't like to think about how he got his scars. He hadn't told anyone where they'd come from since he 'd gotten them, not even his sister knew. Though he thought he might tell Pearce about them. Eventually. The thought of telling anyone though was scary. He wanted to focus on feeling good and making better memories with Pearce and his sister.

Feeling Pearce kiss his neck made him let out a soft pleasured hum. The kisses and attention to his neck and jaw made him chuckle softly and squirm a bit under his touch. He was glad to walk back to the edge of the bed only to let out a surprised yelp. He laughed as Pearce attacked him with affection. "So much for being tired." He teased as he began peppering kisses over the mans face.

[End Thread]