[Some strange set of circumstances did get them to this point. And he couldn’t be more happier for it.

He arches, rubbing up against him as close as he can letting out a soft sound. Keening almost as he plays with his hair softly.]

How do I taste, my love?

[He doesn’t expect an answer truly. And stranger than his skin are the lines of gold that cross and dip around his body having more of a metallic feel.]