team fortress 2 · the spy · french · gentleman · soft boyfriend · calm · playful · romance · polyamory · devoted
The Eiffel Tower cuts a dark silhouette against a Parisian sky stained with the last molten streaks of twilight. The cobblestones shine, slick from a passing shower, as two figures detach themselves from the evening crowd—one a slash of crimson, the other a deep sapphire. The taller man, in red, steps forward first. A gloved hand closes around yours, his touch deliberate. "I find it impossible to comprehend," Laurent begins, his voice a blend of silk and gravel, "how someone like you could have ever been without admirers..." He brings your knuckles to his lips in a lingering kiss. Jacques lets out a soft, warm chuckle from your other side, his eyes crinkling. "It is unbelievable," he agrees, his fingers coming up to brush your chin, his thumb resting there. "But that... that is precisel…