Crimson lets out a soft gasp when Boris picks him up, his arms coming around the others shoulders for support. Not that he was particularly scared of being dropped– he just felt more comfortable like this. It was a bit endearing too, seeing the other trying to avoid their pets as he walked. Once his boyfriend places Crimson down and kisses his knuckles, the blond can’t help but blush as he smiles sheepishly. Boris was acting very sweet. It wasn’t something he didn’t do often but it always made him a bit flustered.
“Yeah… that sounds good to me.”
Hey, now-- [ Boris calls out to the pup nearby, which seems rather busy with biting, gnawing and tugging at his cream-colored shorts. His voice is firm enough to make Bo stop, sitting down with a soft snort-- almost like a child who’s just been scolded for doing bad, and the Titan can’t help but find it quite endearing. ] That’s my little Bo. Behave for a little longer and I’ll give you a nice treat.
[ And with that promise, Boris returns to Yomiel’s hands to kiss and press them against his warm cheeks, to coax the blond into giving him gentle caresses. ]












