Angel Dust

It takes him no guesses to know exactly who would have put those doubts there, especially since he... doesn't see why someone would find them disgusting or anything other than cute.

For as much as he was going to bar the bathroom, he's easily breaking the distance between them, arms tight around his waist and quickly stealing a kiss. "There's nothing about you I don't like, got it? You're fucking perfect as far as what I think." Fuck Valentino or whoever else enforced that bullshit, actually.

"... You wanna help me out of these pants and then we can get that bath?" Because, dammit, he's going to pamper this man whether he likes it or not.