[ Whoever can resist an invitation such as that? Especially when Bastien looks so comely, all dark eyes and large features and genuine smiles. He's not sure what his favorite part of Bastien is - whether it's that heavy nose, or those dark brows that give him the air of serious thought even when he's grinning, or maybe it's the ridiculous teeth. Maybe the teeth. Regardless, Bastien is a fucking bounty, a peasanty cornucopia that's so utterly unlike Alexandrie's refined delicacy and if there is proof that the Maker is unjust it's that a scoundrel like him could wind up getting this.

He winds himself around Bastien on that couch, sliding in and tugging at him to slot himself against the man's back, wrapping him into an embrace. He leans his cheek against Bastien's, and rests his chin on his shoulder, and just tries to experience as much of him as he possibly can. ]

I actually rather like it this way. Knowing where we stand. 'Ah,' I used to say, 'no need for labels. We all understand what we're about.'