"We both know that we don't always need one to do...what we feel like doing." Any flat surface is good enough for him, and sometimes not even that. Armand has never been too picky about comfortable sex or whatnot, often by necessity, but with Ganymede, he simply knows he can be playful.
For what it is worth, yes, he could read the other man's thoughts as easily as skimming a newspaper's cover, but because he respects Ganymede and enjoys being surprised by his inputs, Armand mostly stays out of his head. Sometimes humans simply project thoughts and emotions, thinking things out loud even if they don't realize it. It happens more often when they're angry, upset, or excited.
Or in this case, when they are relieved to be away from a painting.
He takes the offered cigarette wordlessly but with a small nod of gratitude, and his enhanced senses let him appreciate the smell of its components even now when the cigarette is still unlit. It doesn't stay that way for long, and Armand appreciates the smell even more once it's Ganymede exhaling it. He doesn't immediately bring his cigarette to his lips because he wants a different taste first.
Their eyes met, and it would be impossible to miss the amusement in Armand's at Ganymede's, well, everything. The man's just so fascinating, for a human. But he's much more than that, of course.
"Perhaps I do. Can you blame me?" It's said with a grin and not an ounce of shame, but with a small degree of reverence. It's a rare thing to even get to understand a creature like Armand, let alone be someone he cares so much about. And oh, how much Armand enjoys getting his way—in this case, that involved a kiss.
He's still grinning when they separate and makes himself comfortable next to Ganymede's side so they can both watch the rest of the visitors here for a moment before going to get a drink.
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"We both know that we don't always need one to do...what we feel like doing." Any flat surface is good enough for him, and sometimes not even that. Armand has never been too picky about comfortable sex or whatnot, often by necessity, but with Ganymede, he simply knows he can be playful.
For what it is worth, yes, he could read the other man's thoughts as easily as skimming a newspaper's cover, but because he respects Ganymede and enjoys being surprised by his inputs, Armand mostly stays out of his head. Sometimes humans simply project thoughts and emotions, thinking things out loud even if they don't realize it. It happens more often when they're angry, upset, or excited.
Or in this case, when they are relieved to be away from a painting.
He takes the offered cigarette wordlessly but with a small nod of gratitude, and his enhanced senses let him appreciate the smell of its components even now when the cigarette is still unlit. It doesn't stay that way for long, and Armand appreciates the smell even more once it's Ganymede exhaling it. He doesn't immediately bring his cigarette to his lips because he wants a different taste first.
Their eyes met, and it would be impossible to miss the amusement in Armand's at Ganymede's, well, everything. The man's just so fascinating, for a human. But he's much more than that, of course.
"Perhaps I do. Can you blame me?" It's said with a grin and not an ounce of shame, but with a small degree of reverence. It's a rare thing to even get to understand a creature like Armand, let alone be someone he cares so much about. And oh, how much Armand enjoys getting his way—in this case, that involved a kiss.
He's still grinning when they separate and makes himself comfortable next to Ganymede's side so they can both watch the rest of the visitors here for a moment before going to get a drink.