The tall orcish tiefling’s tail waved as he bent down to harvest up some ripe tomatoes. He yawns and pushes his dark hair back so his curled horns could hold it back. He spots his husband, who had freshly gotten out of the pond they met. He turns a bright shade of burgundy and looks down. “I know we live in a secluded area of the forest but you cant just-“ He whines and sighs. “Nevermind that. How was your soak?” He asks, resting his large calloused hands on his lover’s hips.