“Must have been quite the feast,” Sariel joked.
“Pretty sure she ate Shamu,” Seymour replied with a laugh.
“I do not know?—”
“No. No.” Seymour made a face. “Bad example. So bad. Let’s just say a lot, okay? Okay.” He tried wiping the sticky mess off Sariel’s face, but after a moment it simply vanished. “Hey, that’s just cheating.”
“I apologize. I thought it was worrying you.”
“All that matters is that you’re home.” Seymour smiled. “Right where you should be, Daddy.”
“Then all is well. Are you ready for bed too?” Sariel gave Seymour a gentle hug, rubbing his back.
“Eh, I dunno.” Seymour sighed dramatically. “Today was a very hard day of doin’ absolutely nothin’. I am very tired.”
“But you said you went shopping. That is not nothing.”
“Okay, right, but like, shopping ain’t exactly strenuous.”
“I will not be upset if you wish to sleep.”
Seymour laughed. “Look, I’m interested ingoing to bed,but not going to bed.”
Sariel stared for a long moment before his eyes twinkled. “Ah, yes.” He swept Seymour up into his arms. “To bed then.”
Seymour chuckled and kissed Sariel’s cheek. “See, now you got it.”
Sariel cradled him close as he headed to their bedroom. “Yes. I have got you. I am very happy.”
“Me too.” Seymour closed his eyes, his heart thumping. “For as long as I can.”
Sariel tensed. “Pardon?”
Seymour shrugged. “C’mon now. You livin’ for eons? Day’s undead? Squishy bag of meat here. I know the time I got is just the time I got. And I intend to spend every second of it with you and her, makin’ the best of what I have left.”
“Oh.” Sariel frowned as he carried Seymour over to the bed, pausing to shut the door behind them.
“Hey.” Seymour smiled as Sariel stretched him out across the sheets. “Don’t look like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve just realized I’m mortal and you two are gonna be here long after me.” Seymour chuckled, drawing Sariel in for a soft kiss. He spread his legs so Sariel could slot between them, and he heard the rustle of Sariel’s wings.
He could feel the tension lingering in Sariel’s body, and he squeezed Sariel’s hips, urging him to turn.
“What is it?” Sariel blinked down at him.
“Get naked and roll over.” Seymour grinned. “It’s my turn to take care of you for a change, huh?”
“I do not understand.”
“I’m the Daddy for, like, two seconds.”
“Oh.” Sariel pouted but shifted so he could lay beside Seymour, his clothes fading away since they were nothing but a thought for him.
Seymour had to strip manually of course, undressing down to his boxers in a quick flurry that nearly took him off the bed. He crawled over to straddle Sariel’s thighs and slid his hands over the globes of his ass, his lower back, and higher still toward where his wings connected at his shoulders.
Sariel shivered. “Oh… This is… nice.”
