𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓊 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈.

          “ you know if you wanted to keep my pants off,  all you had to do was ask. ”  there was a sly grin on imasu’s face as he turns around,  slowly walking back to the bed.  he didn’t know if he should stay or not,  but he sure as hell wanted to.

            “ does that count as my audition? ”  imasu grinned and pressed his lips to the other man’s forehead, not in any rush to move.  he’d been untouched for far too long and he was more than okay ignoring the last hundred years in hell. 

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               “ I uh...may have seen someone bent over their balcony and believe me,  everything was on display. ”  He’d been adventurous with Magnus,  but not quite for everyone to see.

"Ay carajo...”  He grumbles as he finally looks up,  and oh god he was maybe he was going to pass out again.  The last thing he wanted was to show up and ruin  his  life.

And trying brought him here,  not looking where he was going,  and stumbling right into the man that he first loved.  Oh god.  “It’s you...”  Imasu rubbed his head as he stepped back,  but he knew he wasn’t seeing things.  Not this time.

          “ Probably not,  let’s just say...your celestial family might have a point about us humans being the weird ones. ”  He still wasn’t used to being in the know.

          “ Oh it’s just...today I  saw  things I wish I hadn’t seen. ”

                                                  ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ                                               ᴏɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢꜱ.

            “ my jailer pretended to be nicer than some of the people i’ve met lately.  you’re not so bad though. ”

              “ okay,  now i’m starting to  miss  hell. ”