He had to focus. He couldn’t ask Remy to take his virginity. Remy did not have a thing for him, and he didn’t have a thing for Remy!
Only, damn it, maybe he did.
Remy teased him all the time, had ever since the academy, so of course that would increase after last night’s debacle. But as much as Marlow knew the idea was insane, the longer he stood there and regarded the man before him, the more he couldn’t help thinking that Remy was the perfect choice.
If Remy was interested, and Marlow thought he marginally might be, then Marlow wouldn’t have to tell him anything about the rogue Mage or being a virgin, same as if he’d found a stranger. If she showed up, or if Marlow’s powers kicked in as he orgasmed, it wouldn’t be a big deal, because this was Remy; he could handle himself.
Plus, it could just be sex, no expectations, no ruining any friendships. He and Remy weren’t friends; frenemies at best. With Remy it could be easy. It could be everything he needed.