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Apr. 15th, 2015 09:17 pmpavus_redemitSundays were glorious days of nothing and Dorian planned them that way. He did all his remaining work from the week either Friday night or Saturday afternoon so that way he had Sunday free to do absolutely shit all. The only time this changed was when he wrote scholarly articles for journals. Those took all his focus and he liked to work them out over weekends. No students could bother him when he worked on them at home.
He was not a fan of organized religion but he took the phrase 'a day of rest' very seriously. Sundays were for lounging in bed, long showers and whatever was on TV that caught his interest. He would read for pleasure or spend time pleasuring himself or his lover. Sundays were wonderful days.
Which was why he was so damn annoyed that on Sunday the door bell rang around the same time he was making breakfast. That did not imply rest. It imply some sort of nosy bastard at the door. It was doubly annoying because Bramen was spending the weekend and looked adorably rumpled, hunched over his morning coffee with fresh love bites on his shoulders.
"Can you see what religious nut wants to sell God to us and make them go away? I don't want to burn the omelet," he waved towards the door with his free hand. "Tell them we're quite happy living in sin and they can wish us a merry trip to hell."
He was not a fan of organized religion but he took the phrase 'a day of rest' very seriously. Sundays were for lounging in bed, long showers and whatever was on TV that caught his interest. He would read for pleasure or spend time pleasuring himself or his lover. Sundays were wonderful days.
Which was why he was so damn annoyed that on Sunday the door bell rang around the same time he was making breakfast. That did not imply rest. It imply some sort of nosy bastard at the door. It was doubly annoying because Bramen was spending the weekend and looked adorably rumpled, hunched over his morning coffee with fresh love bites on his shoulders.
"Can you see what religious nut wants to sell God to us and make them go away? I don't want to burn the omelet," he waved towards the door with his free hand. "Tell them we're quite happy living in sin and they can wish us a merry trip to hell."
