Alexander hums in response, a vaguely non-committal noise that falls in line with his aversion to showing any emotion or sentimentality. His hold on Casper does become somewhat more possessive, though, and inwardly he's pleased at the confirmation.
"Because I'm yours?" He doesn't need to hear it back, he can tell. In the way that Alexander's arm tightens around him, of course, and in the way that this ridiculous and wonderful man dropped everything to bring them out here for this wonderful vacation.
"I want you to kiss me at the top of the Eiffel Tower, tomorrow." And he laughs, because it's a dumb, romantic request. But why not try?
It is dumb and romantic, which is not at all how Alexander chooses to operate on a daily basis. And he's already doing drinks at the Eiffel Tower, isn't he? Not to mention that, in general, someone telling him what to do in any capacity gets under his skin.
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"All the more reason to bring you here."
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"I want you to kiss me at the top of the Eiffel Tower, tomorrow." And he laughs, because it's a dumb, romantic request. But why not try?
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It is dumb and romantic, which is not at all how Alexander chooses to operate on a daily basis. And he's already doing drinks at the Eiffel Tower, isn't he? Not to mention that, in general, someone telling him what to do in any capacity gets under his skin.
"Maybe if you ask nicely when we get there."
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"We'll see where the mood takes us," he amends, pressing an apologetic kiss to Alexander's shoulder.