[Avalon IC Inbox][un: redwine]

[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

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[polterguide]

[It’s not exactly shocking that Red is someone Bailey thinks of a lot - the man is important, and familiar, and comforting. He is also (un?)fortunately stupidly attractive, and every so often Bailey will be reminded of that fact. Not that they can really ever forget, but there’s a difference between knowing your boyfriend’s hot and remembering the faces and noises he makes when he’s bent over.

Really, Bailey’s just lucky the moon doesn’t hold any sway over them anymore, because those thoughts would probably just get even worse. Still, they can’t hide the way they go bright red in the middle of the market, or the way their tail lifts, and they abandon their shopping trip to head back home.

At least they’re not in the inn anymore.]

Red?

[They’re calling out to him as soon as they step over the threshold, peeking into every room until they find him. They immediately move to wrap their arms around him, pressing their face into his shoulder.]

[judgementor]

[Red Wine, of course, often has similar thoughts about Bailey. The noises and faces they make and the way they squirm under him when he pleasures them. But Red Wine has enough age and experience in such matters that he doesn't often let on when he's musing on those things.

He does find it unendingly endearing that Bailey is still unable to control their reaction.

When he hears them come in, he stays where he is and lets them find him. He's sitting in the main living room with a book in his hands and his hair untied, comfortably dressed in trousers and a white shirt.]

Hmm. [Red Wine hums and turns his head to press a kiss to whatever part of Bailey's head or face is closest, and he lifts a hand to trace two fingertips against the spiral edge of one horn.] Pleased to see me?