IANTO
Remi groaned and Ianto grinned, refusing to pursue the subject further. Not only was it somewhat painful for him to discuss, there were much better things they might talk about in the meantime. Like cinnamon buns. And bed, as the alchemist so rightly put it.
Still, the fox couldn't help but laugh musically as he watched the other man, raising his eyebrows. "You? A scientist? I thought you were an inventor," he quipped, following Remi to the mess of blankets and pillows and flopping down to lie with him.
"I suppose I could be persuaded, though," he said, offering the pastry out to Remi. "Go on then. How does it taste in bed?"
Still, the fox couldn't help but laugh musically as he watched the other man, raising his eyebrows. "You? A scientist? I thought you were an inventor," he quipped, following Remi to the mess of blankets and pillows and flopping down to lie with him.
"I suppose I could be persuaded, though," he said, offering the pastry out to Remi. "Go on then. How does it taste in bed?"
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