Egg Tuesdays

Mars was sitting in the kitchen, eating his typical Tuesday meal of boiled eggs.

Priestly sauntered in, smiling brightly.

"Do you know what day it is, Mars?" he asked.

"The seventh." He said simply, then was sure to add. "I'm busy today."

He shook his head, grinning as he slipped a hand underneath Mars's arm, feeling up his chest.

"No, Mars--it's a Tuesday. You should know better than to make plans on Tuesday." He ran his tongue along the back of Mars's neck, his breath warm and inviting.

He cringed visibly. Tuesday. Right. He hated Tuesdays.

He managed to, somehow, worm his way out of the grasp of Priestly's hands.

"But I have an appointment I can't reschedule!" He insisted, inching towards the door.

He nodded, wrapping his arms around Mars's waist.

"Yes, you do--so you had better cancel with everyone else, because Tuesdays are ours~"

Mars frowned deeply, attempting to pus Priestly away with his free hand. He had forgotten to put down the egg, you see.

"No, it's not an appointment with you!"

He nuzzled Mars.

"Even better--you shouldn't have to feel we're a unit formal enough to require appointments, Mars~ All I've ever wanted is to be one with you. Closer than close."

He sighed a bit.

"...At least let me finish my breakfast."

He licked his lips eagerly.

"Fine, but I'll be waiting with bated breath--it's been so long since I've held you."

"And I need to blowdry my hair." He added. "And brush my teeth."

"I think you're beautiful no matter what," he rhapsodized truthfully.

"I didn't say it was for you." He said, pouting slightly because he knew it was obviously for Priestly.

"Then do me a favor and ignore the person who thinks otherwise."

He huffed.

"Now let me go finish my breakfast and dry my hair and braid it and then brush my teeth."

"Don't braid it," he said, playing with a loose strand of Mars's hair. "I enjoy watching it spread out behind you and get tousled and messy..."

He pulled his hair away.

"But it takes forever to brush when it gets like that!" He complained. "It's easier to braid it."

Silly Mars; he knew he would end up leaving it down anyway.

He laughed.

"I'll brush it out for you, if you insist--it's just so erotic~"

He grumbled something like, "noleavemyhairaloneyoutootybooty."

He grinned mischievously.

"...I can't guarantee I can avoid touching all of it. There are certain areas where it's...necessary."

He looked quizzical for a moment, then opened his mouth, then closed it and turned red.

"....let me go dry my hair."

He nodded.

"Mm-hmm. Ask if you need help, boo~"

"Don't call me that." He complained, going into the bathroom and plugging in his hairdryer.

"Why not?!" he called cheerily. "Mars, you're positively bootylicious!

"I can't hear you!" He insisted, turning on his hairdryer seconds afterwards.