#((me when the murder boyfriends are actually kinda sweet together fkdshfkashfdsah))

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@nineliabilityrisk ( continued from here )

It should have come as little surprise, the interruption. William had been working at his desk for hours straight. From paperwork to sketching designs to reading over proposals ( and resisting doodling in the margins ), the work hadn't exactly been invigorating. Still, he made some attempt in vain to ignore the man draping himself over from behind him. He refused to give in to distraction too quickly.

"You're always bored. You need to be entertained at all times or you start misbehaving." The words were condescending, but the curl of his lips was lesser so. A joke, for the most part. The college comment only earned a snort. "Not more than a semester. I need my privacy." Well, that was one way of explaining it.

Still, his hand lifted, fingertips brushed across one of the arms atop his shoulders. William wasn't a man who typically withheld physical affection in his relationships. Ciarán was different, however. Too involved, too knowledgeable of William's many quirks. ( More likely to see through the persona. ) That alone usually made him falter. But not this time. This time he sighed, leaning back into the embrace as Ciarán rubbed against him.

Beaten at his own game.

"What could you possibly even want?" Both hands pressed over Ciarán's forearms—firm but gentle touch. Letting himself savor it for once. "Or have you even figured that out yet? I'm not going to stop working just to pet you." He was doing a damn good job of it already, though.