As Nyx sat on Magnus's lap, he grabbed again the glass of champagne and slowly sipped the cold alcohol while staring at his husband's features one by one, admiring his handsome face. The half-lidded eyes, fine brows, not so pointy nose, puffy cheeks. Nyx gasped when his eyes landed on the full red plumpy cherry red lips.
“How do I rate?” Magnus asked when he noticed his husband was just gazing at him. Nyx's heart beats crazily as if he never tasted those lips and will just experience it soon.
He can feel Magnus's warm hand squeezing his buttcheeks and sliding up to his back supporting him not to fall.
After quenching his thirst, he then shifts his head to the left so that Magnus can see its side view.
To Magnus's surprise, Nyx grips the flute glass stem with his hands and he sticks ou
