[ah. the glassy-eyed look Red must have on his face... he resumes carding his hands through Blue's hair, quickly murmuring something --]

S'good.

[-- in appreciation. because it is good, things are never less than perfect with Blue. but pull out just one time to confirm a pokemon sighting and your partner never lets you forget it. Blue's hair is so soft... does it still smell like the hotel's shampoo? something spicy-sweet, maybe coconut and vanilla. as his fingers comb through the strands, Red's heart stutters a bit at the blink-and-it's-gone reflection of light against the ring on his hand. a man's mouth is busy with being hot and wet around his dick, and the proof of their shared bond is what makes him suddenly groan and furrow his brow.]