Hm.

( he hums in consideration, leaning lazily back against the sofa to appreciatively look over his husband, hands on his hips idly pushing up his shirt so he can draw his fingers across the secret, sensitive spot at the base of his spine. he can feel the bumps of scars he's long since memorized, brushing his fingertips across their lines, knowing the pathways entirely by heart.

he huffs, a little. noctis is too good, and his body feel ridiculous. he pulls a face. )

Pickles, I think. And mayo, and beef jerky.

( not unusual on their own, maybe. but together? pretty gross. )

And do you remember those sour candies we got at Hammerhead that one time? Those too.