#I think this is the last sobbe prompt I have on my inbox 😢

[ayellowcurtain]

Will you write a part 2 for this https://ayellowcurtain.tumblr.com/post/621925653543075840/could-you-please-write-an-au-fic-where-sander-and tyyy

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They kissed last night.

Robbe wasn’t expecting it, but it happened.

Not that he wasn’t expecting it, the thought of kissing Sander was the only thing his brain seemed to imagine whenever Robbe was trying to think of anything else. But he knew it was bad, wrong.

But the line kept getting blurrier with each passing day he realized they were alone, with no sign or chance of getting out of here alive.

Civilization was an absurd conception at this point, but it was still in the back of Robbe’s mind constantly. What if they managed to be rescued? What would they do after years and years of living like animals? Would they be able to get married? Would Sander keep his mouth shut about the countless nights they slept tangled together? With little to no clothes during hot summer nights?

He was trying to fall asleep, with his eyes closed, trying to focus on the hard floor underneath him, the breeze slipping through the gaps between the wooden planks. Sander being that close should have become ordinary, but it never did.

His lips were pressed against Robbe’s for only a second, and Robbe felt that the right thing to do was push his head back, creating a minimum space between their mouths. He opened his eyes, and Sander was staring with a soft smile, no sign of regret or shame.

Sander knows how beautiful he is, there’s no way he isn’t aware of it, and Robbe feels like he lost his coolness since they were the last ones living here. Robbe is so self-aware he doubts Sander can’t tell. Being constantly alone with Sander sends shivers down Robbe’s spine and he doesn’t know how to pretend his body doesn’t go on short circuits every time Sander looks at him, talks to him, or exists around him.

His heart was beating out of his chest, trying to rewind so he could perfectly capture the softness, how sticky Sander’s lips felt, and how inviting…

Carefully, Robbe turns his back to Sander, trying to gain a few minutes of self-indulgence reliving every second that followed that quick good-night kiss.

Robbe was racing from one thought to the other, staring at Sander’s thoughtful, loving eyes.

If this was a sign, and he just ignored or acted offended, Sander would never try anything else again. Robbe would die of embarrassment before he could ever kiss Sander first.

So, he moved himself closer to Sander again and kissed him like Sander was a glass of the coldest water on a summer day. One thing quickly led to another.

Robbe closes his eyes, trying to hold back any reaction those memories might cause to his still naked body. He hears a hum behind him, a weight stumbling forward, Sander’s pointy shoulder against his, and a slow breath itching the nape of his neck.

Sander’s body is warm, always, and Robbe can’t stop thinking how much he wants to do everything all over again, even though they have done it…all night long.

He felt sleepy, tired, and happily spent when the sun was rising outside. The soft blue and yellowish light made Sander glow a little bit, with his skin forever burned because of the constant exposure to the sun, and his hair almost white, sticking to his forehead. He smiled at Robbe one last time before rolling them and carefully laying Robbe down on the floor.

“Wanna go for a quick swim before bed?” Robbe remembers him asking, Sander’s voice is so soothing and sexy and deep, but his brain was still foggy, in bliss.

“My legs won’t work to go down the stupid stairs.”

“I can carry you.” Sander kissed his shoulder, his fingers running through Robbe’s hair. Robbe remembers feeling like Sander was saving his face in his memories, he looked so focused and interested that it made Robbe feel Sander was actually attracted to him on some level.

“Or you can stay here, and we’ll go for a swim when we wake up.”

Sander looked tired too, like he was fighting to keep his eyes open, so he nodded his head, and let himself fall next to Robbe, resting his head on Robbe’s shoulder, moving slowly to bury his nose against Robbe’s neck.

Robbe presses his eyes even more closed, trying to gather more images from last night.

Sander sinking his head on his pillow, his lips partially open and wet, the corners slightly turned up, out of breath, his body moving, and Robbe remembers it was because he was moving on top of Sander.

He moves his head down, covering his face with both hands and that movement seems to finally pull Sander completely out of his sleep. Robbe freezes, feeling Sander stretch his body, their tiny sheet is pulled when Sander scratches his eyes and moves to lean against his elbow, looking at Robbe over his shoulder. It’s hard to pretend he’s asleep when he’s almost curled into a ball.

“Robbe…?” He whispers with a raspy voice, and Robbe remembers all the kissing, his throat is so dry he wonders how Sander manages to speak. So, he turns his head to look at Sander, and that seems to be enough to take the worry out of Sander’s voice.

“Everything ok?”

Robbe nods his head, licking his lips to see if it helps with the dryness, “Yes. You?”

Sander smiles shyly, staring so deep into Robbe’s eyes it makes him feel two times more naked. He does the little snort noise he always makes, resting his forehead on Robbe’s shoulder.

“Feels like a dream.”

“It does?” Robbe feels his chest burning with shame at how insecure he sounds.

“Yes.” Sander sounds so certain, as always, and he rolls his arm to wrap around Robbe’s belly, kissing his shoulder, “I wanted this for so long…”

Robbe moves to lie on his back, and Sander waits for him to get comfortable again, no sign of him wanting to give Robbe any space.

“I didn’t know that…”

Sander looks to their improvised door, some gaps are so big you can see the sun leaving the horizon, creating a distance from the ocean line and the bright, burning hot sun. A long moment goes by, and Robbe can almost see countless thoughts crossing Sander’s eyes. He’s not one to measure his words often, but when he does, Robbe knows something unexpected is coming.

Robbe is so in love he doubts Sander has any flaw in his body, soul, heart, and brain. But he knows there’s something that Sander doesn’t like in himself, that he tries to keep buried down, and Robbe wishes he could practice a way of expressing to Sander how he could be whoever he wanted, and Robbe would never love him any less.

“Sometimes, during all those years, I hoped it was just the two of us here.” Sander turns back to look at him under Sander’s warm, strong, and lean body.

Robbe runs his fingers carefully through Sander’s hair.

“It is now.” Robbe draws a straight line between Sander’s thick eyebrows and hairline, trying to get rid of the crease it forms when Sander is frowning, mad, and ashamed about the thoughts he shared out loud. “I thought I was going to watch you get married…”

Sander finally relaxes a little bit, smiling shyly.

“You can marry me if you want.”

#wtfock #sobbe #sobbe fic #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #I think this is the last sobbe prompt I have on my inbox 😢 #also pretty sure I already wrote more of this but if I did - let’s pretend I didn’t