Somewhere beyond the sea
In a galaxy far, far away
Be quiet, consider the following:
Cody
I'm a day late to May 4th, whoops! These were pieces I made a while back that I turned into key-chains and forgot to upload.
Happy May 4th!
Merman Cody :>
Close up and speed paint under the cut (I love speed paints) (is that what they’re called?)
Prompt: Hard
Ship: Wolffe/Cody
Rated: G
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“I remember when these shoulders weren’t so hard,” Wolffe comments absently as his hands squeeze at taut skin. “Your whole body was softer, actually.”
“We’re war-hardened men now, cyare,” Cody argues weakly as rests his forehead on Wolffe’s. “There isn’t anything soft left about me.”
Wolffe snorts. “That’s not true. I can think of four things off the top of my head that are still soft about you.”
The Marshal Commander narrows his eyes skeptically as Wolffe continues.
“There, your eyes,” Wolffe starts, “are soft, warm, like melted honey. Your hands,” he kisses them, “touch me softly when you need reassurances. And your lips,” Cody kisses those, too, “they’re always soft, even when you’re wound up.”
Wolffe pauses to relish in the beautiful pinkish blush that settles high on Cody’s cheekbones. He’s gorgeous like this, when he’s stubbornly swept off of his feet.
“You said four,” Cody huffs, “that was only three things.”
“Your heart, cyare,” Wolffe chuckles and places a hand on Cody’s chest, covering the beating muscle, and he smiles when he feels his pulse jump. “Your heart is still tender. You’re still able to love and care about your men.”
Cody shivers involuntarily and his lashes flutter at the compliment. Slowly, he laces their fingers together and exhales slowly.
“Thank you,” he whispers, and Wolffe doesn’t need to respond. He only needs to kiss him, and that’s exactly what he does.
