"Speaking of, though," he hummed, rising and following Alexander through the flat, "We've yet to do our own more...thorough exploration."

Ganymede wound his arms around Alex, turning to face the man and pushing his hair back from his face, delighting in the way his partner's smile lit his eyes. He kissed Waverly full on the mouth, holding nothing back out of worry or concern over propriety: this was their home, their place to be free from the constraints of the world they lived in.