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He can't help but snuggle into those arms, eyes shut, and just savors the embrace. It's so warm and comfortable in his arms, it always is, and he just wants to sink into that embrace. And he would if he hadn't made breakfast, he doesn't want Undertaker to miss out on a meal just because Astre wanted to lay against him for an age.

That question is a bit of a surprise thought and he lifts his head, eyes lighting up a bit.

"It's your birthday though. The day should be all about you. I should be pampering you in every way you want."

Not quite how his own birthday usually went but Astre enjoyed making Undertaker's day special, liked being able to give him some joy that he'd missed out on over the years.

Astre can stay there as long as he wants, for all Undertaker is concerned. He's not that hungry right now, though he will be a little later, and what concerns him is the teen in his arms. As soon as he looks up, Astre will find fingers shifting, pulling out of his hair only to comb back up through it again.

"I've heard that's what birthdays are like, yes. But they should also be about what that special person desires, shouldn't they? My desire is to spend the day with the one person in this world or any other who means anything to me."

"Mm." He is right, and he can't argue it. He wouldn't want to either. Whatever Undertaker wants, Astre knows he'd do anything to try to give him. There's a smile and he nuzzles against him before squeezing him.

"You're absolutely right." Astre concedes after a moment, nuzzling against him again before just laying his head against one shoulder, tilted up a bit to watch him with a smile. "So, what would you like first then? I'm at your beck and call."

And, how could he really object to anything Undertaker wants? Though he wonders what he had in mind about making him feel good.

What would he like first? What, indeed? He loves Astre more in this moment than he has before, that he has noticed, and when he looks at this very moment later on after the fact, he will begin to realize he has loved the boy as much for a very, very, very long time. He grins at the face smiling at his, one he has sought to protect however he can for so long, and carefully shifts to let them lay over on the sheets.

"What I want, my lord, is for you to be completely at ease and let me take care of you today. It may be my special day, but I have longed to see you at peace for so very long. Please, let me do what I can to make that a reality."

He lets them both fall back, unable to help but nuzzle against him again, cheeks pink and heart pounding. He lifts his hand, unable to resist, and gently lets his fingers caress a cheek. It's the most daring he's been, he thinks, since his birthday, but he can't help himself. Not with those words singing in his head.

"I already am." Astre's voice is soft and he still smiles for him but there's no hesitance. Just trust and adoration. "If that's what you want, I'm only too happy to make it reality for you."

Even if he might normally argue that he is at peace. Finally, years after his families deaths and his contract broken, he's at peace. He has Undertaker and they have a cozy home. And they're happy.

The cheek under Astre's fingers nudges in against the palm, silently enjoying the touch and affection and asking for a little more. Those touches have always melted him, always soothed him when little else would. He doesn't need it now, but that it isn't needed makes this so much more precious to him.

"That all sounds lovely, my lord. I'd like to start with a nice massage across your shoulders, but I don't think I could bear to be away from your face just yet." A soft, loving kiss to the teen's nose. "I love you so."

His palm cups that cheek and Astre lets his thumb gently brush over that skin, savoring it. And savoring it more when he hears those words, feels his heart melt. He could live forever just to hear Undertaker say that again and again.

"I love you. So much." It's almost a whisper and he smiles up at him for that little kiss before leaning up a little to try sneaking a small kiss.

"Luckily, I'm still slight enough that you can reach my shoulders from any angle. And I can hug you close while you do."

Never did that cease to appeal to him in any way. Already, he was thinking on how best to utilize such a situation, where he could rub the boy's shoulders and still allow Astre to hug on him. He gave the Earl a gentle squeeze, humming softly to him as he did.

"Sounds like the best way for us to do that would be to have you lying against me, hm? I'm not too keen on leaving the bed just yet, so what do you say? Lie on me while I give you a good rub?"

He hummed softly for a moment, nuzzling in against him and just savoring his position for the time being. And that squeeze he was given just made him grin against Undertaker. This is what he loves most, what he needs, this love and care that only Undertaker can give him.

"I like the sound of that. Would that be comfortable for you though?" He'd be more than happy to just lay against him for as long as possible. And kissing him. Loving him.

"I want to give you the best birthday you've had in years."

He doesn't need to see that grin to hear it in the teen's voice, always such a delight. He can't help a little scritch against the boy's back for the sake of it. Rather than voice his reply, he cradles Astre to him and slowly works his way over to his back, pulling the Earl with him. It would only be too easy for Astre to resist, and Undertaker won't fight him if he does, but he doesn't think the teen will.

Once they're positioned just right, he smooths palms up and down his Earl's back, starting off small.

Astre relaxes against him, eyes closing for a moment. Even if he's only smoothing his hands across Astre's back right now, it feels wonderful. And he's so cozy while laying against his reaper.

He nuzzles into the mans neck and smiles against his skin. "This is so nice. I feel like I should return the favor for your birthday."

Even if Undertaker is asking to take care of him. He wants Undertaker to know how important he is to the young man.

Those hands don't stop their business over Astre's back, smoothing down the ripples in the teen's clothing for some unnecessary excuse to keep touching him. Astre's hair brushes against his cheek as the boy nuzzles against him and Undertaker takes that moment to nuzzle back, pressing the side of his face in against that soft hair.

"As you have so many times before, you mean? But you already are."

So nice. Warm and comforting too. Although he does find himself resenting his clothes a bit for being in the way of that touch. He won't rush or push anything though. This is Undertaker's day, anything the man wants is what Astre will give him. There isn't anything he's unwilling to give Undertaker.

"I can't help myself. I love surprising you and treating you as specially as you deserve. You've stolen my heart." He says the last part so softly, still nuzzling against him so gently.

He would try to be no less for the boy, keeping him close, keeping him warm and safe from everything that had ever hurt him, or would ever try. No one deserved what the Phantomhives had gone through. Life had tragedy enough as it was. But they had each other now, if nothing else in the world, and that was all he needed.

"You just love trying to spoil me, I think." He pressed a soft kiss to the mess of dark hair so near to his lips, scritching gently along one shoulder blade. "Quite an odd way to treat a thief, wouldn't you say?"

He hums and laughs softly, happily nuzzling against him in return for that kiss. How spoiled they both are and Astre regrets absolutely nothing. He turns his head then and kisses his neck.

"Can you blame me? You're so wonderful and you've never let me doubt that I'm loved." Another little kiss. "Is it? You're a very unique thief, stealing away my very heart. That means I need to treat you very specially, don't you think?"

And Astre had never thought about having such feelings before.

It wasn't often that anyone got to see him nervous or anxious but the clerk who had discreetly directed him to what he wanted while shopping had that chance. And now Undertaker too.

Despite being an adult in the eyes of most any world and society, he felt like a clumsy child now, face and ears flushed bright pink as his heart pounded a million miles a minute in his chest. His upbringing had never prepared him, much, in terms of marriage and pleasure. And this was... well, only a bit different really. It was enough to make him feel a bit shy though.

He waited until he knew Undertaker was busy and slipped into their room to change, skin breaking out into nervous chills as he slipped into a pair of lacy lingerie and glanced at himself in the mirror. With his fair skin, slim build, and long hair, he couldn't deny that he looked good. That didn't help his nerves though.

Especially since now that he was changed, what did he do next..?

He stood, staring at the mirror for a minute or so longer before taking a deep breath to steady himself and slipping out to the living room. And, after peeking to see Undertaker wasn't there at the moment, settled himself on the couch, and tried to make himself look as appealing as he could.

All while still blushing bright.

Edited 2021-07-07 00:38 (UTC)

Being housemates for so long by now, hearing each other move around was hardly an unusual occurrence. So it never crossed his mind to check on Astre while he fixed his tea the way he liked it. As he always did, he had brought down a second cup for the Earl and fixed it as Astre liked. By now, he knew Astre's tastes quite well.

Once done, he set both cups on saucers and made to carry them out to where he heard the teen last.

"I've made you some tea, my lord. I do hope you're in the mood for..."

Rarely in his time, more of late than some number of decades ago, had he ever been stunned to silence. To see Astre sitting on the couch? Not unexpected in the least. They had both found themselves there quite often, more often at the same time. But this... Oh, this?

For a moment, he wondered if something in the surgery behind his eyes had malfunctioned somehow and warped his vision to something... not what it was before. Then the moment passed and reality began to settle in. As it always did, the smile returned to his face.

"Is it a bit too warm in here for your liking, my lord? I see you've gone and left some of your clothing aside this evening."

Never mind that the clothing the teen did have on was, indeed, made of some form of lace.

He was still nervous, heart racing faster when he heard Undertaker coming back into the living room. And he was sure it was trying to leap out of his chest when he heard the man trail off.

Astre's cheeks were still bright red and his bit his bottom lip, hoping it was a good sign to render Undertaker speechless for even a moment. And then his heart leapt into his throat when that smile returned.

"I'm plenty comfortable. I wanted to surprise you though. So I hope this is to your liking."

Then, he slowly got to his feet to go over to Undertaker, silently offering to take the tray for him.

"I want to find all the things you like best."

Though he thought to resist and carry the tray anyway, he let Astre have it and take it where he would. They would get to it eventually, the sooner the better. Warm tea only lasted so long, after all. Then again, the teen had presented him with quite the distraction.

His eyes were drawn to so much pale flesh, smooth enough it could have been made of porcelain, and yet he knew all too well the warmth that lived within. Such a tempting display, and there would be no denying how much of that he wanted to touch.

"You've outdone yourself once again, my lord. Are there no lengths you would go to to get what you want?"

Oh, Astre most certainly wanted this. The knowing look he shared then told all, and he couldn't help a soft chuckle as he settled down back where the Earl had been seated only a few moments ago.

He set the tray down on the table in front of the couch, pausing for just a moment as he did before leaning forward just a little extra for show. Show and an invitation to touch, if the reaper wanted. Suddenly, he felt just a little braver. It was already going so well and, even if his heart was still racing, he couldn't hide that he was getting a bit excited too.

"I just wanted to surprise you." He stood up and turned to smile at him before joining him on the couch, no hesitation at all in snuggling right against him.

He most definitely wanted this and, if he wasn't completely lost in his own desires, he was sure Undertaker did too. Which only made him even happier with his choice of lingerie for the evening.

"I just wish I'd thought of this sooner. For your birthday, maybe."

Astre was, indeed, a teenaged boy by now, developing into manhood faster than even he had seen while living with him all of this time. How he had never seen this coming was beyond him, and also a little surprising on its own. His vision may have been returned, but his other senses had never served to fail him.

Far from it though he was now, he still could remember the hormone rush of his youth and how hectic a time that had been. Now, suddenly, it seemed right on his doorstep with Astre. For once, he thought it might be a blessing that the boy had his sights set on one person and one alone.

The temptation to touch came, and went, just as quickly. If Astre had ever done this before with someone else, he had no clue, but it would be clear to anyone just how far outside of his comfort zone the Earl was. At least, when he'd started out. He wouldn't make it worse on him.

"You've succeeded at that, I assure you. Quite well, indeed. Seems my lord is getting bold in his manhood dawn."

So far outside of his comfort zone. Though it was only because he lacked experience in anything like this. He never imagined he'd be able to fall in love or to find someone he wanted like this, to find someone he trusted enough with his body and heart. Even his soul.

Astre's cheeks flushed at the compliment, snuggling up against him more comfortably and nuzzling against his neck. He even gets daring enough to gently kiss at the skin there.

"I guess... you just inspire me to be bold. It's hard to not be when you're in love with someone so amazing as you are." And he is. He's loved his family and his friends in the worlds they've been to, but not like this. Their smiles never filled his heart, their laughs weren't so contagious. When he woke each morning to see Undertaker, he could never help but smile and sometimes pretended to keep sleeping, if only to savor the moment or listen to the reaper a bit longer.

"You make me want to be the best I can be."

All of this affection grabs at him, takes his heart in both hands and wrings it silly with the love in him for the Earl. That Astre would let him be so close, that the boy would willingly come to him for anything after everything that he'd been through... Sometimes it seemed too good to be true. But what sat in the circle of his arms couldn't be denied.

Those lips pressed the soft and sensitive and scarred skin of his neck don't go unnoticed. He would like to turn his head and nuzzle Astre back. Instead, he holds his head still, allowing Astre to continue, and trails a palm down against the teen's exposed thigh down toward the knee.

"You flatter me, my lord." Oh, how he wanted to kiss those sweet lips. But no, he held back, letting Astre set the pace as he wanted. For now. "That I inspire you so honors me. I should show you how much it means to me that you would hold me in such high regard."

And there, he paused, giving a soft him in thought. "But what to do? There's the question."

Slowly, the hand on Astre's knee begins to trail back up that thigh.

When Astre feels that hand trailing down his thigh, it's all he can think about. Those talented hands that always put such care in his work, that were always so tender for him, so warm and strong, it's almost impossible for him to focus on much else. Almost. He still keeps those soft kisses going, trailing up to his jaw and along it until he's close to Undertaker's lips.

"What to do..?" He repeats the words softly, watching his lips longingly but then that hand is trailing back up and it's so enticing that he can't help himself and lets out a soft moan, squirming and pressing himself against the mans hips.

"I suppose 'anything at all' might be too vague?" He gets the words out but he's obviously distracted. "We do have all day just for us though. If you want."

There's nothing Astre would like more, really, than to stay here with Undertaker all day, to indulge themselves in every desire they can dream up.

Watching Astre squirm, hearing him moan as he does, it'll never get old. Anything at all that he can do to keep those pleasant sounds coming, he'll do just that. While he has Astre seated on his lap, he draws the boy as close as he can get. Once settled, he rubs fingers back up and down the Earl's soft, warm leg. He'll never tire of that touch either.

"We could do anything at all, if you like." He scritches along Astre's thigh again, kissing along his cheek until Astre's lips are near his. Why wait, he thinks? In the next moment, he's kissing Astre's lips instead, leaving no room for question as to what he's looking for. "But isn't there something you're after?"

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