...he's right, that's pretty fucking hot!

Tazalkyran bites harder—his face is underwater now too—so at least if they start drowning he'll definitely know to let him up—fuck this is so hot—gorgeous perfect boy with his gorgeous perfect skin and his gorgeous perfect cock—

Oh god he can't think he can't think his vision is graying out he needs to breathe he needs oxygen it's so good fuck it's so good--

He should let him up, he should let him up, he should really let him up, but fuck, he really really wants to make him come.

He can't think he's forgotten entirely what he was doing it's so good--

He finishes.

He pulls Asher up out of the water and hugs him tightly.

"Fuck," he gasps, "that was the hottest thing I've ever done, are you okay—"

He's dizzy and dazed and so so happy.

"Love you?" he tries.

"I love you too, fuck."

He rests his head on Tazalkyran's chest while his brain comes back on line.

Yes. Good plan. He shall be extremely petted and loved and nuzzled and snuggled.

Eventually he says, "Before we have any more sex, I am going to call my dad and tell him I have a boyfriend and I love him and I need the name of a half-fairy who does illegal healing on short notice."

"That is... a really good plan." He kisses Asher's forehead. "I love you so much."

Asher sighs deeply, stands up, dries off, puts on a bathrobe, and goes to the living room. 

From the living room Tazalkyran can hear snatches of conversation:

"Hey, mom, I want to talk to dad."

"No, I haven't been doing my homework."

"Listen, when I get less than a hundred percent on a test, then I will do my homework."

"What do you mean, 'that's not the point', that's totally the point, what are you sending me to this school to do if not to learn--"

Gosh. Parents. He doesn't miss those.

"No, I'm serious, Mom, I have to talk to Dad--"

"Thank you."

"So, uh, short version, Ben and I accidentally summoned a guy from a different world and I'm in love with him, he's great, but he's a leatherman--"

"Honestly, Dad, if I were being safe, would I be calling you right now?"

"So that's Adorabelle with two L's-- thank you, dad, you're the best."

"Yeah, he's great, I love him."

"Yes, he's going to meet you."

"Yes, I've been feeding him."

"I'm not going to tell him that and, also, you're lying."

...he laughs.

"What aren't you going to tell me?" he calls, still floating cozily in the bath.

He hangs up and comes back in. "I'm not going to tell you that my dad is going to do various inventive tortures if you break my heart."

Giggle. "Sensible. I care more about not breaking your heart, anyway."

"He wouldn't, anyway. --You should probably come to New Orleans and visit my parents. Then we can have sex that's double illegal."

"Double illegal???"

"I'm black, you're white."

...he blinks, confused.

"Why... does that make it illegal... for us to have sex...?"

"In Louisiana it's illegal for black people and white people to fuck. There are a bunch of things like that-- black people have different schools, we can't use the same restrooms or drinking fountains, we have to sit at the back of the bus--"

"But how do you—well I guess if it's illegal to fuck you there's not going to be many people turning out in between—how does a thing like that even happen—?"

"I'm in between, my dad's Maldonian-- Maldonians are kind of brown, they're legally considered a different thing. The rule is that if you have one drop of black blood you're black."

"That sounds... weird and terrible???"