“Would you like one?” He questioned. Stepping up to his mate, Jabberwock tipped his head up to give the younger Chain a quick peck to the lips. His tail swished lazily, brushing at the back of his calves and he gave Demios a tired smile. “There you go, mon amour.”

           He’s giggling now, a light hand pressing to his mate’s head. “Stop it. You’re tickling me and you know it.” A soft whine escaped his rosy lips. He’s going to piss himself.

                                                        “I love you so much, Demios.”

                 A soft grunt came from the professor and Raven returned the gentle affections. A large hand reached up to lightly pat at his boyfriend’s head before running those calloused fingers through the soft scarlet locks. “It’s nice to see you too, Damien.”

                  A soft grunt escaped the noir’s lips, feeling the gentle kisses given from his mate. He glanced up at the scarlet pools, leaning into each kiss he was given. Once just about a dozen kisses were given, Raven leaned against the executioner, placing a few of his own kisses to Demios’ cheek. “I missed you too, mon amour.”

                 So he likes an asshole to be his mate? So what if that person’s blunt and rude? He’s attractive and that’s all that matters right now.

                “Damien, I am on the damn phone --- are you that sad?”