There were only a few things left to put up, clothes on the bed, to put in the dresser he brought, since Kriss's dresser was already jam packed. Luckilly Kriss was available to help him move, or Zig would have surely killed himself trying to move the heavy-ass thing. They had moved a few of the precious furniture and such, but left bare, basic furniture back at his apartment, which he happened to be renting out to a few college kids.

He had his futon in the living room, a few paintings, and his collection of cowboy hats, and a bit more. It was amazing Kriss's pace was able to have it all. But really, it added a more...friendly look. It added a part of Zig to the place, warming it up, and Zig really liked that. Kriss said he was going to go get something to eat or drink or something like that and Zig had just nodded and continued on to put his clothes away.

He was dressed right now, in a white tank top, tight Levis, and white socks. His hat was resting on the dresser that he was bent in front of, putting his things up. He wasn't exactly picky, but had at least assorted dressers. He had got his hair trimmed so it was all neat, and he was still very tan, depsite the winter. Mmmph, picked up a bunch of shirts and bnt over in front of the dresser again, putting them in the shirt drawer. Yup, this moving day wasn't that bad actually.

Moving things was easy. Of course Kriss agreed to help Ziggy move because a) he'd do anything for Ziggy and b) Ziggy was moving into his apartment. He couldn't go wrong with that.

He had been wearing a tight white shirt somewhere in the day, but took it off when he'd told Ziggy he was going to go eat something. Thus, he was left with loose denim jeans that needed a belt to secure their place on his waist. His black hair was pulled up into a pony-tail, strands falling in his face and framing it on either side.

Today hadn't been so bad. Moving wasn't hard for him, as he was so fit, and helping Ziggy actually felt good. Three weeks ago the tragedy occurred, and Kriss wasn't quite sure Ziggy forgave him, but he assumed wanting to move in was forgiveness enough.

Kriss came back to check on Ziggy, now shirtless with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"Got everything, doll?"

Of course Ziggy couldn't help but still be slightly intimidated by Kriss, as he always was, but he wasn't angry at him. How could he be angry at Kriss? The man had Zig wrapped around his slender finger, and the Fae adored him.

He looked up at Kriss, smiling prettilly as he shoved the last of his shirts in, eyeing the other's chest and chuckling before brushing off his hands and closing the drawer.

"Done!"

Cheerful voice as he stretched up, took a step back, tipped and landed on the bed bouncing. He stretched out, crossing legs and then looking back to Kriss.

"Thanks for helping Krisski."

Such a cute nickname.

Kriss smiled warmly, leaning against a wall, as if a father watching his son proudly. But it was more... intimate than that.

"Sure you've got everything? I could swear you have more stuff than me." A smirk. A chuckle. It was a joke.

"Sure thing, Ziggurat. Any time."

Another smirk.

"Well, anytime besides if you decided to move out. Then you won't get my help."

Grin.

So Kriss was staring at Zig with adoration? Or something like it? Aww, how sweet.

Zig rolled his eyes.

"Har. Har. Krisski."

But he was grinning, of course he knew it was a joke. Kriss was a major tease. Anyone who took teasing seriously, or too seriously, would not be able to live with Kriss, especially if in such an intimate relationship like this.

Zig stretched his slim form out, looking smaller than he was. It wasn't that he was short, but when compared to Kriss he always felt so...small...It didn't help that Kriss could pretty much fit his hands around his waist. And then tease him about being skinny. Even Zig had to admit it, he loved this man, he was absolutely gorgeous, but sometimes he needed a good smack upside the head.

He laughed when the other mentioned moving out.

"Well then, I'll keep that in mind." He grinned, why would he move out anyways? "I can expect a shoe up the ass though, huh?"

Kriss loved to tease. It wasn't even a mean sort of teasing; it was a more light-hearted teasing than anything. He was still grinning.

He took a swig from his beer, eying Ziggy.

"Exactly," he nodded, dropping the hand with his beer to the side. "Except, it might be a bit more graphic than that."

Only joking, of course.

Ziggy grinned, sticking his tongue out at Kriss. It was cute, how could anyone not like him?

"Ouch, that sounds painful."

Of course he knew he was joking. Ziggy was still grinning as he continued to stretch out on the bed, running his slender fingers through his curly locks of hair. He looked over Kriss. THe other was undeniably sexy.

His stretching caused his shirt to rise up, revealing his slim tummy and cute bellybutton. He looked so yummy.

Kriss took another long couple swigs of his beer, then set the empty bottle next to the wall, stretching.

Then, abruptly, he pounced on Ziggy, tickling him first.

"Not as painful as this is going to be!"

Beautiful, light-hearted chuckle.

"AH!"

Ziggy gave a shout as the bigger, heavier, sexy Kriss pounced on him. Of course, as a male, you know what happened, and then he began to laugh. He was squirming, writhing beneath the other rather provacatively, pushing against Kriss's chest and near 'bout bucking.

Tickling hurt too. But Kriss's tickling always ended up being way too dirty for a simple childhood thing. Oh no. Definetly not.

Oh yes. Kriss' tickling was far too mature a thing to think of as a simply silly thing. He'd managed to pull off Ziggy's shirt already, and his hands traveled downwards. Ziggy was so sensitive everywhere, and Kriss tended to take advantage of that fact.

Especially down on the lower parts of Ziggy's body.

"Ah- KRISS!"

Bet Kriss loved that too, hm? Zig shouting his name over and over and - okay, stop there. Kriss and Zig happens to make this particular authoress think only of sex, sex, and you got it, sex. Probably because sex plays a very important part in their relationship. Not that sex is the only focus of their relationship, but that it plays a big role, especially with Kriss. Zig's laugh was loud, but it was dilled with squeaks, especially if Kriss grabbed him especially hard.

He had already lost his short, narrow, slim chest twisting as he tried to turn on his stomach to get away from the torture. The Kriss really does it, attacking his inner thighs. Zig gave a rather loud shriek in fact when the man grabbed his thigh, and squirmed even more, twisting and turning, hands against Kriss's chest.

He couldn't even speak.

Indeed, he did love it. But he needed more than just that.

Even when Ziggy twisted, Kriss was stayed atop him so that it was impossible for Ziggy to turn on his stomach, unless he was very slippery and good at manuevering. Which he is, in... more intimate ways, probably.

"Nevanevaneva gonna sto-oopppp," he sing-songed, laughing and grinning at the same time.

In between the tickling, there was a grope or two.

Or ten.

Oh yes. We all know that. And yes, in more intimate ways.

Ziggy was laughing hard, very hard, and was twisting about muchly, eyes now watering and face red. He wasn't embarressed about the gropes, of course, and the affects of them were begining to show. His legs were on either side of Kriss, waving about, and his hands were pressed against the other's chest.

"NnnOOO! E-evil! BASTA-AH!Ard!"

His voice was high and breathy, since he was already having enough trouble breathing and laughing at the same time, talking was hard too.

"Aw, thanks for the compliment, babe. I do appreciate it, y'know." He'd managed to get out all of that out whilst tickling and laughing just a little bit.

"You look so good when you're being tickledddd," he singsoned once more, and eventually his tickle-gropings slowed and just became gropings as he lid his body down against Zig's.

"Nnnnoo, problem."

Zig's face was red, of course he was blushing. He should be used to Kriss being like this, since he's immediately thrown on the bed - stripped in .5 seconds - when Kriss gets home from work and is ravished, but he can't get used to the other's hyperactive libido.

Not that he doesn't like it. He couldn't help but giggle, even as he was groped, twisting and wrapping his legs loosely around the other's waist.

"Mmm, thaaaanks darlin'..."

He let his head flop back, still giggling, revealing his slim tan neck. He was sensitive everywhere, so he'd giggle and flop a little whenever the other groped him.

After a while, Kriss stopped and then stretched himself across the length of Ziggy, his own body pinning him down so that he couldn't move.

He put his warm hands on either side of Ziggy's face and kissed him.

Only, snogged is a more appropriate word.

Snogging is perfectly fine. Ziggy is quite content with snogging.

His own hands trailed up the other's sides and around the waist of the other, he kissing Kriss back. Or snogging back, whichever is fine.

Sure he loves Kriss and being with Kriss, but Kriss is bigger and heavier than Ziggy, so he squirms a little bit and manages to pull his legs out form under the other, slowly and contentedly wrapping the long, slim limbs around the other's waist as his arms move up the other's back to wrap his slender fingers in the silky locks of Kriss's hair.

Kriss seemed to smile a little bit against Ziggy's lips. Then he laughed into his mouth and continued kissing him, fingertips sliding down Ziggy's jawline gently.

After a minute he pulled away, teasingly, and then started gliding his tongue along Ziggy's jawline.

He gave a little shudder. A delighted shudder, mind you.

Of course, of course.

Ziggy give a little whimper when the other pulled away, pouting adorably as he did so, big green eyes looking into the other's intense ones.

"You are such..." Breath hitched when the other licked his jaw. "A /teeeeaaase/, damn you..."

His legs tightened in reply, around the other's waist, rubbing himself against Kriss in his own antagonizingly slow way.

Kriss pulled off Ziggy's shirt very slowly and then returned to nipping and biting and licking Ziggy's flesh.

"Born and raised, don't you know," he'd said nice and slow, his breath hot against Ziggy's now probably wet-from-saliva flesh.

Ziggy did what he did best in this situation with Kriss; submit completely, letting the other take the lead while he followed obediently, making soft little luscious whimpering noises as the other nibbled on his tender skin.

"F-figured as-s mu-ch."

Ziggy only went on to squirm more when Kriss bit an especially sensitive part on his torso, biting his own lip and wrapping his fingers in Kriss's hair. It is amazing the other doesn't get any hair pulled out. But Zig is stil always careful with Kriss's lovely hair.

Kriss stopped to chuckle a bit, pushing Ziggy's legs off him, crawling backwards on the bed, dragging his tongue downward.

Then, finally, he pulled at the hem of Ziggy's pants with his teeth.

(Curtain sometime soonish, yea?)

(( ;0 omgsh, yes ))

Ziggy literally gave a sort of squeeing giggle when the other drew his tongue down his torso, squirming about becuase of ihs ticklishness.

"Nnngh...Kriiiiiisss..."

He raised his hips slightly, pouting, and obviously impatient. Kriss has spoiled him with all this atention the man is giving Zig. Cute.

Kriss was the one doing all the work here. Zig was so very spoiled indeed. He shouldn't have been allowed to be impatient...

But, nonetheless, Kriss was an impatient man as well, and when he did things, he got them done quickly.

Hence pants and things were pulled off in about half a minute.

(Curtain now, methinks.)