1 Year Later

"Yes, but I'm already exhausted and we're short on time." He glanced at his watch. "So if you want to keep wasting time, then go ahead, but if I were you I'd be quiet and take what I can get."

Rolling his eyes, he yanked down Draza's pants.

"You're lucky your boyfriend is so caring and affectionate," he droned before taking Draza into his mouth.

He giggled, which turned into a quiet moan. However, the longer he dwelled on what Cesario had said, the more he realized that Cesario had called himself Draza's boyfriend.

So he did consider them dating. He wasn't sure what to think about that.

After a few minutes, Cesario stopped.

"You will prepare me," he said, stripping off his pants. Naturally, he still wore both his gloves and his sunglasses.

Draza rolled his eyes, but he didn't complain, for once.

He kissed Cesario's stomach and trailed his kisses down, though he quickly went to work nonetheless.

He panted softly, quiet as always; removing one of his gloves, he entangled his soft hand in Draza's hair.

"Dragovic...have I told you how beautiful you are? Bella...molto bella..."

Draza smiled softly, quite enjoying the compliment. After a while, he stopped, moving his head up so he could get a better look at Cesario. He frowned slightly and moved to take off his glasses.

He stopped Draza's hand, frowning.

"What are you doing, Dragovic? Is this the only pleasure you require tonight?"

"I just want to see your eyes." He replied, rolling his own eyes. "I hate when you wear those things."

"My eyes are blind," he replied. "You can see them when we turn off the lights to sleep."

Draza pouted.

"Fine. I'm going to go shower, then, jerk." He replied, annoyance prevalent in his voice.

He pulled Draza closer, frowning.

"Why do you want to see my eyes? They are disgusting and unremarkable."

"Because," Draza replied, wrapping his arms around Cesario, "I like knowing what you're thinking. You're so unreadable unless I can see your eyes. Besides, I like them. They're pretty."

"They're different colors, Dragovic," he said sharply. "They do not function and it is more comfortable to cover them."

He sighed slightly.

"...If it's really more comfortable, then fine. It's not really a big deal, either way, it's just preference." He tried to smile, but it didn't work. "It's not like my opinion or preferences matter much anyway."

He groaned, pulling Draza into an embrace.

"Tesoro mio, don't tell me it means so much to you? You can see any other part of me--all the parts that are beautiful, the ones that function. Bella--just like you." He stroked Draza's hair, kissing his forehead. "Come now..."

Draza squirmed slightly, moving away from him. He knew it was stupid, but he still felt kind of hurt.

"It's fine, really. I-I'm just gonna shower and put on my pajamas." He said, forcing a smile.

Sighing, Cesario waved his hand.

"Go on then--take them off, if it is the only thing that will satisfy you. I can never win, can I?"

He smiled, feeling much better. He took off Cesario's sunglasses, setting them on the table next to the bed. Then, he turned back to Cesario and assaulted him with kisses.

"No." He replied sweetly, smiling knowingly.

"I am not pleased," said Cesario flatly, but he was smiling. He played with Draza's hair, obviously enjoying the attention.

"You treat your boyfriend like a toy--molto crudele, si? All I do is give and you still want more."

Draza laughed before he could stop himself.

"Oh, yes, I'm the one who treats you like that." He rolled his eyes. "You're so silly."

"When was the last time I ask you for anything?" He asked, kissing Draza's neck.

"...A few minutes ago you asked for a lap dance. On the plane you asked for a handjob." He pointed out, looking highly unamused. "All I ask is that you're nice and you take off your sunglasses for me. Besides, I even said you don't have to."

He frowned slightly. Perhaps he was treading on dangerous territory, here? That was the last thing he needed.

He smiled, running his tongue over the tender flesh.

"I ask for nothing; I merely inform you how things are. Asking implies neediness, si?"

He rolled his eyes, sighing.

"I think this counts as a need, Cesario."