[ Majima gave his husband a kiss, all smiles. If someone had told him a year ago that he'd be into this? Cuddling and talking about milk runs with a freckly space American? He would have thought they were barking up the wrong tree, maybe in the throes of some fever dream.
Now it felt like his dumb criminal heart was fuller than it had ever been. He loved the little intimacies -- coffee in the mornings, walks framed by curtains of spring green leaves. ]
Yeah. I'll leave my hair damp; I think that should be enough.
[ 'Enough'? Wow, it sounded like someone had given this some thought. Like maybe Majima had been wondering how best to get his tentacles all over Tim for a little while.
He took the towel from the nearest arm, using it to daub warm water off another, more cooperative limb. And yet at no time were less than three tentacles touching his husband at all times. It was like, a rule? ]
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Now it felt like his dumb criminal heart was fuller than it had ever been. He loved the little intimacies -- coffee in the mornings, walks framed by curtains of spring green leaves. ]
Yeah. I'll leave my hair damp; I think that should be enough.
[ 'Enough'? Wow, it sounded like someone had given this some thought. Like maybe Majima had been wondering how best to get his tentacles all over Tim for a little while.
He took the towel from the nearest arm, using it to daub warm water off another, more cooperative limb. And yet at no time were less than three tentacles touching his husband at all times. It was like, a rule? ]