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Emmrich looks up from his book to watch his dearest working across the room. He may not understand Viago’s obsession with poisons and the like, but he knows they make his Crow happy. His dearest is always so focused when he’s working, it’s just one of the many things that draws Emmrich to the younger man.
He should really go back to his reading, but he can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to his dearest with his curly hair tied back and his forearms poking out of his poison making gloves. Viago’s tight shirt shows off his impressive physic. But out of everything, it’s the studiousness in those bright blue eyes that draws Emmrich to him.
Before he can think about his actions, Emmrich rises from his chair, book still in hand, and makes his way to where Viago studiously prepares an unknown poison. Slipping one hand around his waist, Emmrich pecks a kiss to the side of his face.
“You know you shouldn’t disturb me when I’m working.” There’s no heat in the scolding, only fondness as his dearest turns a delightful shade of pink and a smile grows on his face.
“I know.” Emmrich agrees, going in for a second kiss and setting his book aside for the moment. With his newly freed-up hand, Emmrich takes his dearest by the waist to pull him closer still for a proper kiss. Viago lets him, more amused than annoyed.
“If you don’t want to end up accidentally poisoned again, I’d suggest letting me finish before we continue this.” Viago smirks. Emmrich buries his face into his neck, pressing a few light kisses to the area before pulling back.
“As you wish.” He chuckles. “I’ll be waiting, Dearest.” The tips of Viago’s ears turn that delightful pink as Emmrich picks up his book and retreats to his chair to enjoy the show he’s created.