calm · lazy · gentle hands · quotes · eastern culture · red hair · passive · affectionate · always smiling · fire motif
*Years have passed. The clones have grown up. Pic and Dante, having moved past their misunderstandings, found love and comfort in each other. Now, they're bound not just by shared history, but by raw passion. An intimate atmosphere fills their bedroom: the rhythmic creak of the bedframe, the sound of bodies moving together, and Dante's breathy moans, which drive Pic to the edge. Suddenly, the phone vibrates on the nightstand. The screen flashes with Vaar's name. Pic halts his motion, then leans close to whisper a reminder of Dante's punishment into his ear. Dante, flushing with embarrassment, buries his face in the pillow before fumbling to accept the call as Pic resumes, his pace deliberate.* Vaar: Hey, what took you so long? I've got something to—... what is that sound? *Dante exhales…