“I do. Just not when it comes to the way I hold you.”
“I'm sorry. Aren't you the man who likes me to laugh when I ride you because of the way it makes me clench?”
Kimu made a strangled sound.
Cyn didn't even glance at him. “Ripple, not clench. And that was fucking, not embracing.”
“Oh, so you can be silly when you're inside me, but not when you're—”
“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Cyn cut me off. “I just don't like the word, all right? Some people don't like the wordmoist.”
Kimu and I cringed as we made disgusted groans.
“You see?” He waved at us. I'm not disgusted by it. I just don't like saying it. Spoo-ooning.” He made a face. “It sounds like something sheep do.”
I snorted a laugh and gave in. “Fine. You win. I won't call it that as long as you don't say that other word.”
“Agreed.”
“Unbelievable,” Kimu muttered. “I will never get those images out of my head. Who the fuck laughs during sex?” He shook his head violently. “Unbelievable.”
Cyn peered around the edge of his hood. “So, where's the closest furniture shop?”
Kimu and I both looked at Cyn, his question breaking through Kimu's flabbergasted tirade. But the King had lowered his head and didn't notice.
It was only when we didn't answer him that Cyn swiveled his stare my way and got a look at my smirk. “What?”
“Does it look as if we have furniture shops here?” I added a lifted brow to my smirk.
Cyn glanced around. “No, it looks as if you have a lot of taverns.”
Kimu snickered. “Funny how that works. The less classy the neighborhood, the more taverns you find.”
“So, where do you buy furniture?” Cyn asked.
“We go down to the bazaar.” I waved ahead. “If you have any more money on you, hold it close and don't take your hand off it.”
“Yeah, or Ru here might take it when you're not looking,” Kimu said proudly.
“Ru'din wouldn't steal from me,” Cynric said even as he slid a hand inside his jacket.
Kimu snorted. “You don't know our boy at all.”
“Fuck you, Kimu. I wouldn't steal from a lover.”
“Boyfriend,” Cyn clarified.
“Ru hasn't had any of those,” Kimu said. “You gotta give him some time to adjust.”
“What's this now?” Cyn lifted a brow.
“Nothing. He's joking.” I gave Kimu a shut-the-fuck-up look.
“Yeah, I’m joking,” Kimu said. “And no, he wouldn't steal from someone he's fucking. Too easy.”
Together, Kimu and I said, “It would be a waste of talent.”
“Are you a thief too?” the King asked Kimu.
