the blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool.

Streeeetches out. He can’t sleep.

He leans up to rest his forehead against the other’s. “I just want to be a person. I feel like one around you.”

“Oh stop, you’re talking crazy now.” But there’s a smile on his face.

They press their lips against his. “And you are insane for it.” A few more stolen kisses.

He’s wrapping his arms around the other, cheek resting against his chest. “I missed being able to hold you like this.”

“How did you even let that happen to you, my love? Was this another experiment?” A hum. “I’m just glad you are back, healthy.”

“…” They sigh deeply and pinch the bridge of their nose. “What am I going to do with you both?”

“I’m just saying in general! Just baffled as to why Vikhor didn’t tell you he spilled something in your drink. Seems reckless.”

Laughter bubbles past his lips as he’s lifted into the other’s arms. “And I will always worry. You’re always getting yourself into trouble.”

“No proof? Darling, do I need to remind you of all the times you have gotten into trouble?” They raise a brow at him.

“Oh, you are such a horrible liar. I beginning to think you like it when I call you out.”

He jumps slightly at the contact before turning to look at the other. Upon seeing their partner they instantly relax. “Oh! It’s you. What can I do for you, darling?”

“Well, you’re lucky I’m free. Did you have anything in mind?”

“… Oh, darling.”

<—— is himbosexual.

A gentle gasp leaves them and they press their body against his in response. “It’s true, isn’t it? You like me reprimanding you.”

“We’re dating, aren’t we?”

“So, you asked expecting to be rejected?”

SUGAR.🍓 in all honesty, i dont have muse for bell anymore. if any of yall still wanna write you’re more than welcome to follow me on 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝒀𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺.ᐟ and 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬.