Change Is Good
Phrase – and recipient – courtesy of hummingbirdoncrack, her review of Chapter 60
'Life gave me lemons…so I put them in my shirt.'
Duke sniffed. "As if I would ever use such second-rate materials in my costumes."
Giving the bright purple T-shirt in his boyfriend's hands a cursory look, Tristan glanced up at Duke's chest and frowned. "Exactly what do you use to make your fake breasts?"
Duke blinked his extra-long-by-way-of-mascara lashes. "Why do you ask?" he replied uncertainly, twisting the T-shirt between his black-lacquered fingers.
"Because they feel real–" Tristan demonstrated by reaching out and squeezing one, lightly, causing Duke to jump, more from the unexpected assault on his person than from actually being able to feel the pinch, "–but I know they're not."
"Silicone inserts," Duke replied shortly. "A lot of women use them to make themselves look bigger, without sacrificing the feel."
Tristan snorted. "So basically they're wearing the same stuff cosmetic surgeons use in breast enlargements surgery?" he asked incredulously.
Duke smirked. "Only externally instead of internally," he agreed. Hesitantly, he asked, "You really don't mind?"
"Mind?" Tristan asked, confused.
"My little…hobby," Duke said, twirling one strand of curled hair around his finger nervously as he gestured at his feminine attire
"Of course not," Tristan answered readily.
"Really?" Duke asked.
Smiling, Tristan said, "Yeah, well, this is where being bisexual comes in handy. And no matter what you use to change the way you look, it's still you under there."
Duke snorted, and with a quick move, pushed Tristan down to the floor. "And over you," he purred.
"Mm-hm," Tristan agreed, before pulling his koi in for a kiss.
Under, over…around. Anywhere's a good place for sex. And new positions are always a good thing.