"Always, you know you don't have to ask," Ganymede murmured, chuckling as Ash tugged on his shirt. "I know exactly what you have for me."

He loved it, and he felt happier than he could remember ever being, and he enjoyed the sex too--Ash was so much more inventive and thorough and just better at making love than his ex had been, and he never felt like it was forced.

"Make it waffles and you have a deal. I have rock sugar at the house."