Daxter grinned against his lips, humming against him. his free hand pet through those gorgeous locks. “How in the hell did i get such a babe like you?” He asks quietly, blue eyes sparkling as he looked up at him. God. He was a fucking God when it came to looks. As dorky as his King was, he’d always stayed the same. He was so thankful for that.
He shoot Damas a teasing look. “Oop, too bad!” And he gives Jak another kiss, just to spite their kids. He hears them both groan in unison, making Daxter break the kiss just to laugh.
Jak’s low rumble of a chuckle joined his as their lips met again, and as Daxter pulled back Jak nipped at his lower lip, not quite willing to let him go yet. He stole just a ghost of another kiss before pulling back and straightening, adjusting his hold on Damas. “Come on, you two. Time to head to the palace.”
