"You are playing me," Vi commented with a wry smirk, though he did nothing to prevent the other deity from exacting his fuss - proof that it was working, clearly. A quiet, rumbling groan thrummed in his chest, both at the affection and his troubling comments, and he let long fingers play into the thatch of messy curls of Mort's hair as they spoke.
Dark eyes snapped open, however, at the mere suggestion of his lover paying any such debt, Vi touching a hand to the pale, smooth cheek pressed against his chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" he inquired.
Dark eyes snapped open, however, at the mere suggestion of his lover paying any such debt, Vi touching a hand to the pale, smooth cheek pressed against his chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" he inquired.
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