"Well that's something we can definitely agree on then," Ryuu replied before pausing and looking at Zaiger curiously. "So I'm your secret gay lover now? Damn, I wish I'd actually put those rose petals on the bed like I was tempted to. Would that have won me brownie points?" he asked teasingly, allowing himself to relax a little more. You're still flirting with me, so I can't have done that much damage. Well, hopefully, you like Italian food.
“Dude,” Zaiger said with a shake of his head. “You’re literally supernaturally sexy and have apparently decided to make me a permanent fixture in your life. You’ve manipulated everyone around me into agreeing that I’ll be your partner and have bought me a house five minutes from yours. It’s not really a secret anymore, is it?” he chuckled. “I’m not stupid. I know you’re...” he trailed off, reluctant to say the words that were in his head out loud. He’d admitted, at least to himself, that they were true, a while ago, but the problem that was facing him right now, was Ryuu. The man apparently had the self-awareness of a stunned catfish when it came to certain subjects.
Taking a deep breath, he looked his friend in the eye and gave in. “Making me part of your...harem. There’s a reason I’ve been saying when I fuck you, not if, for the past, God knows how many weeks. Before you start to pout at me again, I know you haven’t actually been paying attention to what you were doing, and you aren’t being malicious about it. I know you can’t really help it; sexy superpowers have to have their downsides, but, well, I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer, not after this. And, quite frankly, I don’t want to. Everyone I know would kill me if I turned down this flat, including my future self; so I’m not gonna. But that means I don’t have to worry about people overhearing what, or who, I’m doing. I’m assuming you had the foresight to sound-proof the bedroom, instead of littering it with rose petals? Because dude, have you any idea how annoying those things are to clean up?