#swordflght

Ken, please.

His voice comes out higher and thinner than usual, strained as he is against the heel pressed carefully to his forehead. He groans and reaches out, greedy, before giving up and trailing his fingers at least along Ken’s ankle. He shifts them around just a little, pulling the leg down to rest on his shoulder so he can flutter kisses up along the length of it and whine softly.

Sarkis snorts at his boyfriend and pointedly doesn’t move his palm from where it’s slipped under Ken’s skirt, static crackling teasingly off his fingertips instead.

But you’d like it if someone caught us, Ken, c’mon.

Send ‘❀’ if my muse is one of your favorites.

Send in some crack ships you have for my muses and mun and muse will give thoughts on it.

(( I want so badly to scream yes and slam my fists on the table because they HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON. I’d just want to see how they’d get along and if they weren’t too similar.

“Who?”

“…”