"Tell me, are kings kissable?"
Sinbad's casually asked question nearly made Proteus choke on his pastry. "That..." he gasped out, trying to formulate an answer. "That would depend..."
"On what?" Sinbad leaned closer, hands on either side of Proteus' head, his stare pinning Proteus to the wall as surely as if it had been his hands forcing him there.
"Well... I suppose..."
"You suppose what?" Sinbad all but purred, pushing in, until only millimeters of space separated their mouths.
Proteus was suddenly very much interested on sucking the honey off of Sinbad's lower lip. "It would depend on if pirates' were kissable..." After an answer like that, there was no going back. Instead, he slipped a hand around to rest on the back of Sinbad's tanned neck, fingers curling in his hair. He didn't want to go back to what they had been when they were children. This was so much better. "You're one Sinbad. Tell me, are pirates kissable?"
They had an entire future to discover the answers.