Roach tasted like chocolate, for the most part.
He had an undeniable sweet tooth and was always sneaking sweets. Ghost could always tell when he'd raided his stash because his kisses were very sweet, not that he minded. It was better than those days when garlic was on the menu, or he'd decided to have cheese and onion crips. Ghost always knew what he'd been eating.
Roach also had some kind of obsession with pineapple. Every morning he had some with his breakfast. When Ghost asked why he simply blushed and refused to answer.
"Ok, we're alone now. So what's the deal with the pineapple?"
Roach blushed again, biting his lip. "Don't laugh." He hesitated, hands playing with Ghost's watch. "It's to make it sweeter, y'know..."
"No..."
"You don't know?" Roach looked genuinely surprised. "Pineapple makes semen sweeter."
"That's not true!" After a quick google search, he found it was indeed true. Roach would always go out of his way like that. No wonder he tasted sweet, it wasn't just chocolate. Ghost also realised Roach only started his pineapple fascination after they began dating. "Do you even like pineapple?"
"It's alright." Roach shrugged, cheeks still flushed.
"I don't give you blow jobs for the taste you know." Ghost was starting to feel guilty now since he clearly didn't eat the fruit. "You didn't have to do that."
"I know, but I wanted too."
The next morning, Ghost started eating pineapple too. Roach said nothing, just smiled as he stole some of the fruit from his plate.
