“What?”
“We are totally doin’ it again.”
“Do you mean right now?” Sariel blinked. “Because I may need a few minutes before I can?—”
“No, no!” Seymour laughed, raising a shaking hand to touch Sariel’s cheek. “Later, okay? I just… Wow.” He swallowed back a reflexive moan. “It was amazing.”
“Truly?”
“Yup.” Seymour lightly ran his thumb over the seam closing beneath Sariel’s eye.
“And you were not frightened?”
“Nope.”
“Nor horrified?”
“Negative.”
“Not even the tiniest bit traumatized?”
“Nada. Not a bit.” Seymour waited for Sariel's lips to fully reform so he could press his own there. “But I did miss kissing you. Really, that’s my only complaint.”
Sariel blushed.
His human body was fully restored now, though his wings, halo, and the golden shine in his eyes lingered.
Seymour sort of missed the big rings and gleaming bundles of muscle, though being able to look into a singular set of Sariel’s eyes was nice.
And the kisses.
God, yes.
“Are you hurting?” Sariel asked quietly. “Tell me what you require.”
“Just you,” Seymour replied. “Just you…” He paused. “And a damp washcloth. Preferably warm? And probably a towel to sleep on because holy fuck, you’re still leaking out of my?—”
“I will go!” Sariel squeaked. “Please. Just a moment.”
Seymour couldn’t help but laugh, watching Sariel retreating back into his usual shy, submissive self.
Definitely not the same guy who just rearranged his insides.
Well, technically, itwasthe same guy. People were allowed to have layers after all, and while Sariel wasn’t a person per se,Seymour didn’t think it was fair to consider him otherwise. He smiled as Sariel zoomed off to the bathroom, so fast that he left a golden feather behind on the bed.
Seymour picked it up and twirled it between his fingers, letting out a very contented sigh.
Fuck, that had been good.
Good enough that Seymour had nearly forgotten they still had to visit some fae king and robot guy later.
Right.
Sariel returned then, holding a towel and a presumably damp washcloth. He urged Seymour to spread his legs so he could clean him up, his touch gentle and reverent. He was smiling, and he’d honestly never looked so happy.
“Hey, you even warmed it up,” Seymour teased as he lifted his ass to help Sariel finish. “Much obliged.”
“Well, you did specifically request it.” Sariel grinned. “I do aim to be an attentive partner.”
