“A pink night is a salior's delight.” He smirked, remembering how he predicted the weather back in Paris. That normally referred to his place of stay over night—and to avoid the Seine. . In case it flooded. “Not as beautiful as you.” x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Remy leaned to rest his head against Hank's, an arm draped around his shoulders comfortably. If anything, these two were everyone's 'couple goals'. A kiss was splayed to the brunette's temple, taking in his familiar scent. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

S q u i n t s. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

He's just grinning. Tongue in cheek. Hank is fucking adorable. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

“Mmh. . His dinner, huh?” Remy folded his arms, leaning against the threshold of the kitchen before backing up into the hallway. “Well, when you've done so, make sure you come and get your dinner.~” SuggeSTIVE. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Poor boys are always busy. It's also almost finals week. It's been a stressful time for students and staff. . So why not let off a little steam? He knew Hank would be willing. Remy discarded his shirt, letting his back arch for a prestretch. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Once in their room, Remy opened their window a little bit—just to let some fresh air in. He also loved the sound and scent of rain. Remy's shirt was thrown into the hamper, stripped down to his undergarments—now poised on the bed. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Anything Hank did was attractive to Remy; even if the process was not smooth. To him, it was just magical. The Cajun grinned, poised up on an elbow with one leg propped up—smirking from ear to ear. “You've been thinking about this, haven't you?” x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

“So have I. .~” He murmurs, nearing Hank. A hand had rested upon his lover's thigh when tugging him close—knowing it only took some kisses for Hank to start taking his clothes off. No alcohol involved. It always worked. He also gets to touch this cute bum. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Remy's nose brushed with Hank's, leaning forward more and more until their lips met. Spock couldn't be bothered with his parents being gone. . They would be for awhile. Gentle fingers pull at the button of his trousers, edging them slowly over the curve of Hank's rear. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Stretches.

Wiggles. x.com/TROUBLEDWlNGS/…

“Hi, baby.~” He murmured, enjoying Angel's theatrics. x.com/TROUBLEDWlNGS/…

“Of course.~” He preened, a hand resting upon the mutant's shoulder blade. x.com/TROUBLEDWlNGS/…

✿ ¦ spring shenanigans with remy.

“I am always wanting. Do you not know who I am?” He laughed, accepting such a gentle kiss, his hands upon Angel's lower back. Remy was a hopeless romantic, and was always wanting when he shouldn't be. x.com/TROUBLEDWlNGS/…

Pops the cap to a glass bottle of soda.

“Ah. . Sort of.” x.com/TROUBLEDWlNGS/…

Points to Hank. “That is / my man /.” x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…

Coos and holds Hank's face all warm and close. Kisskisskiss. x.com/SHREWDBEAST/st…