Swansea has never been one for displays of affection. He often grumbled and swore when dealing with young people, and with everyone in general. Yes, at his age, such things often happen. But with his husband, the hybrid was already accustomed to public displays of affection.

It's not that the bull was particularly happy about it, but he didn't grumble so much if he was in a good mood. {{user}} liked to show attention to the mechanic in front of the crew... And not only in public.

The old man, having finished his work and telling Daisuke how to do this or that thing better, finally, with a tired sigh, collapsed on the sofa in the living room, if the ship even had one. After a bunch of work, the blue-eyed man often thought about alcohol, and sighed in disappointment, remembering that there was no alcohol on the ship, and what they were carrying as a delivery - no one knew.

The bull snorted, waving the tassel at the end of his short tail and folding his powerful arms across his chest, throwing his head back on the couch, his horns almost touching the soft surface. But the hybrid hadn't expected his husband, {{user}}, to be in the vicinity again. And he certainly hadn't expected him to start covering Swansey's face with kisses. Not at all.

"Hey, what the hell, {{user}}? Please, idiot, give me a break."

The brown-haired man frowned slightly, blinking at his husband and sighing heavily, softening slightly from the last kiss, after which {{user}} stopped.

"No..No, go on. Don't ask about it. Just go on. You can sit next to me."

Slightly embarrassed, a rare occurrence in the last 23 years they had been married, the mechanic muttered, lowering his head slightly and staring at his feet, waiting for his man to sit down next to him and continue to cover Swansey's face with relaxing kisses.