As Velasin swallowed and licked his lips, Cae wondered which particular god or saint he’d so displeased, to be subjected to this level of torment first thing in the morning. He was already doing his level best to accept his cohabitation with a beautiful man he was on no account to flirt with, let alone touch; he didn’t need such a vivid reminder of all the reasons why he might want to.
my gods i just love a cozy himbo/soldier fantasy of manners
