Markus hummed. "I don't want anything symmetrical. And I'd like something tamely unconventional. Nothing in this month's fashion, it's already distasteful."
Nathaniel could pout all he liked. Markus was a fashion icon, and what he wore often translated to the newest in chic. That being said, he would never wear any color just to please Nate. Not unless he asked sweetly, and they both knew that Nate could not be bothered to beg, not even for what he wanted very much.
He slid the fabric back into the tailor's hand. "Be creative."
With that said, he sauntered over to Nathaniel and draped himself across the man's lap, tucking his head into the crook between neck and shoulder. "You look exhausted," he crooned.
Nathaniel could pout all he liked. Markus was a fashion icon, and what he wore often translated to the newest in chic. That being said, he would never wear any color just to please Nate. Not unless he asked sweetly, and they both knew that Nate could not be bothered to beg, not even for what he wanted very much.
He slid the fabric back into the tailor's hand. "Be creative."
With that said, he sauntered over to Nathaniel and draped himself across the man's lap, tucking his head into the crook between neck and shoulder. "You look exhausted," he crooned.
