Thick blonde brows lifted as he watched the gradual change in Remy’s demeanor. The suave and sensual prowler he’d been stalking all night melted between his legs, and now, he was staring at a man who grew more nauseous with every second. Creed’s grin was tempered with disappointment, and while the Cajun had every right not to fear physical reprisal from the feral, that didn’t stop Creed from suddenly lurching forward to kiss Remy on the mouth and keep his nose pressed against the man beneath him.
“…Yer’ funny… You’ll put a dick in yer’ mouth, but freak out when watchin’ a man appreciate another man’s seed. I don’t do this…” Creed paused and bucked his hips forward against Remy’s drying stomach for emphasis. “…fer’ just anybody.”
In a surprising gesture, Creed – after taking one more kiss – chuckled and rolled off of the Cajun, but began walking towards the pile of his clothes…only to stop halfway along the journey and look at the other man behind his shoulder.
“Remember what’cha said to me while we were walkin’ up th’ stairs? ‘If there ain’t a big grin on my face by th’ time ya’ fucked my brains out, ya’ didn’t do yer’ job’? Minus yer’ Fois Gras accent, that sound about right?” Creed pointed towards his mouth. “See this? I’m frownin. Ya’ get a guy who’s eager to blow ya an’ gets off on how yer’ whole body tastes, an’ that takes all th’ air outta yer’ tire…”
The silver tipped finger pointing at his mouth lowered to wipe the drying seed trapped in the hairs on his chest.
“Cause of this? It ain’t cake frosting, Gumbo! It’s what makes ya’ a man. Literally, heh! Figured of all th’ people in this damn house, you’d be a guy who could appreciate that.”