Rami chuckled and leaned down to kiss him. “I would wear fake feathers for you.”
“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said,” Julian murmured, lips bumping.
Rami rolled their eyes, affection in the curl of their lips.
They separated with a slick noise and Julian, a mature individual, snickered at the state of the two of them.
“Sorry I got cum on your halo,” Julian whispered, biting down on his lip.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Rami retorted, teasing.
Julian grinned. It also wouldn’t be the last.