#also them being a lil tipsy from the poker night and being extra soft & cuddly then ?? hm ?

[cryptidsdad]

💋 hugo smooch the robert

It had becoming increasingly normal to find Robert at Hugo's house and vice versa. For the night in question, they had ended up at the Vega household after the weekly poker night with the other dads of the cul-de-sac. He hadn't lost much in their betting pool, thankfully. Just twenty bucks and one of the little trinkets that he had in his wallet. (Thankfully, they had not gotten too competitive and his truck keys were not thrown into the betting pool like they usually would have).

The older man was, at that point, far more comfortable in the Vega household than he would care to admit. His jacket and keys had been dropped onto the coffee table as they passed by on the way to the kitchen. Betsy had even jumped up onto the couch and settled in like she knew that they would be there for awhile.

"Give me a second. Jesus-" A gentle elbow to the other man's side in an attempt to shove Hugo back from where he was hovering behind him. He snorted softly, wriggling away from the tickling sensation of facial hair brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck before lips pressed against the skin there. "That's not giving me a second," Robert muttered as he turned his head, easily meeting the kiss with a little twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips.