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weathertheraine · 1 year
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So that “practice kissing” idea went well, Kei?
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extra-v1rgin · 1 year
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Pink in the Night
Denji x Beam · Sfw · 2.3k
Denji needs some practice kissing, Beam is more than willing to help Cw/Tw · Denji/Makima mentioned, Himeno
Denji’s first kiss was anything but special. Though Makima had done her best to console him, the effect didn’t last. Himeno only served to torment him further by insulting his skill in kissing, nevermind the fact that she was the one who had thrown up in his mouth.
So Denji decided that he simply wouldn’t count the experience. The taste of puke would never fully leave his mouth, but he would try his hardest to forget it.
His real first kiss, not an indirect one that tasted like cola chupa-chups, would be shared with Miss Makima. It would be tender and sexy and they’d both be naked probably, because all things were sexier that way.
Himeno’s toungue had been silky and smooth, before it turned into puke. His own lips had fumbled and sharp teeth nipped hers. Denji didn’t know if that was how kisses were supposed to work, but he liked the feeling.
The boy wanted to get better, and there was only one way to do that.
Makima wouldn’t be good practice for kissing… Makima. Somebody else would have to do.
Aki had refused to help Denji practice, face red and angry. Power had yelled at him too, fist thumping against his forehead.
And that was pretty much everyone Denji knew.
The boy hadn’t wanted to ask either of them in the first place. Aki was a guy, which was gross, but he also had had his fair share of experience. Denji had to sit through a lecture afterwards, drowning out Aki’s rambling and harsh words.
Power was Power. Her boobs were small and she was gross and she had promised to kiss Denji, only if he offered his flesh to her.
So Denji threw a fit sitting in his room, and then moved to lie on his bed. If he couldn’t practice kissing anyone then be couldn’t for real kiss anyone.
The best he had managed to do so far was tape one if the hot models from a porno magazine onto his pillow. It worked for awhile, even if the woman was cold and lifeless and her lips were just a shiny piece of paper. It worked until Denji got a little too excited and sliced his hand open with the paper. He was immortal and the cut healed the second he jerked away from the lady, but there was blood soaking into both the magazine and his pillowcase. Aki had beat him over the head for it, grumbling like the man always did, before going to wash everything.
And now Denji’s only source of pleasure was soaked in blood. Aki, the prude that he was, had nothing of the sort (and Denji had in fact checked his room several times).
So Denji was utterly alone.
Mostly alone.
Because Aki had kicked Denji out for the day, frustrated at the boy, so now he busied himself by bumming around outside. Whenever he was outside he was never quite alone because he had a special little shark fiend following him around wherever he went.
Beam wasn’t allowed indoors most places, and Aki had finally put his foot down, demanding that no more devils infiltrated his home. Secretly Denji was happy for it. Beam was clingy and cheerful in a way that made his stomach flutter. The boy was pretty sure it was nausea or something similar.
But now he was sat outside of the apartment complex with Beam clinging to his arm. The fiend was only clad in a pair of swim shorts, as was usual. Despite the chilly air heavy waves of heat stick to Beam’s skin. It’s why Denji tolerates his presence.
The boy wishes he had a cigarette or something to keep him occupied. Smoking a cigarette is kind of the same motion as kissing, he supposes, which is probably how Aki practices. Instead he just lays against the rough brick wall, and squints at the dim sun filtering through the clouds.
“Lord Chainsaw!” Beam seemingly just liked to call his name out from time to time.
“I told you to call me Denji.” He slumped back further, surveying the people walking past them. Most strolled past without a second look, though some glanced a Beam nervously.
“Lord Denji!” The shark pressed up closer to him. His pecs, man boobs basically, pushed against Denji’s arm. The boy himself was pretty muscular, having spent years hunting devils, but Beam was on another level. He had more abs than should be humanly possible, a ladder sculpted on his stomach.
And then they led back up into his pecs again. They were big, and soft when they weren’t being flexed. It really was like feeling a girl’s boobs, which Denji knew because he had groped several. Beam’s face was kind of girlish too. The shark head was weird and jarring, but the human parts were nice looking. He had a sharp jawline, but gentle cheeks that led into full lips. His full lips were pink and pretty, bigger than Makima’s maybe.
Denji was a goddamn genius.
Aki was probably calmed down by now. The man ended up kicking Power and Denji out no less than once a week, but he usually relents after an hour or so of peace.
And Beam might technically not be allowed inside, but the fiend can swim through floors and walls and whatever else he needs too. Denji wasn’t willing to cover for him before, but now he is.
So the two of them sneak back upstairs. Denji apologizes to Aki once more, even though the older man just sighs and waves him off. He rushes back to his room, Beam already sitting on the sheets.
“Lord Denji!” The shark fiend is trying to be quiet, but is still really fucking loud. His face moves over every piece of decor in the room, even if he doesn’t technically have eyes to see with. The skin is tight a smooth, something similar to a snake’s.
Denji moves to sit on his bed, parallel to Beam. Both boys sink into a soft silence, punctuated with heavy breaths from Denji. His own lips are chapped and a little raw from being bit.
It’s a bit weird that Beam is shirtless. The fiend is big, meatier than Denji even if they seem to be a similar age. His hands are running over the bed sheets, petting the soft cotton. A sad thought strikes Denji’s mind, he’s not sure where Beam usually goes whenever they’re not together.
Looking back at the guy’s face he focuses on what’s important now. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
Beam looks ridiculously cheerful. He always does, but Denji doesn’t often look at him in such a direct way. The fiend shakes his head in a quick motion, signifying thar he hasn’t ever kissed anybody before. It gives Denji some relief, to know that he’s not the only one who got a late start in life.
Now it’s the awkward part. Denji will try to explain what he wants. He wants Beam to be a girl, to be Makima. It’s hard to put that into words. This is all just practice for an end goal, and it doesn’t really count.
When his says it out loud, his lips feel clumsy. Denji purposefully omits the part where he’s doing this for Makima specifically. Instead this is just practice for someone, anyone. Which technically isn’t a lie, Denji wants to kiss Makima most of all, but his teenage heart has been dragged in lots of different directions.
And Beam doesn’t really understand. It’s Chainsaw Man’s- Denji, as he says now- word, and his word is gospel. He’s seen movies (because there’s not much to do when he’s not with Denji) where humans kiss. Beam hasn’t seen any movies where boys kiss, but he only pays half-attention to whatever is on screen anyways, it’s likely he just missed it.
There’s not really anyone he wants to kiss, not anyone other than Denji. Denji who sometimes lets Beam brush his arms against the boy. He doesn’t ever seem scared either. Kissing is something soft in movies, or sometimes angry if it happens after a fight. But Beam and Denji would never fight because Beam would never argue in the first place.
Denji wants a soft kiss too. He had explained it so perfectly with pink cheeks and curious eyes. So it’s fine that they’re not fighting or angry because that’s the one thing Beam couldn’t do even if it was asked of him.
They shuffle awkwardly closer. Beam is receptive to everything that Denji does, even if he doesn’t respond in all the right ways. He’s eager, hands immediately moving to trace Denji’s skin.
Neither boy can move closer with criss-crossed knees in the way. Denji thinks carefully, if this were Makima- because that’s the only way this would be real- she’d sit on his lap. The woman had nearly done it before, when she bit his finger. She had leaned over him, thigh pressing down on his.
But Beam is huge. He’s bigger than Denji by the few years that seperate them. The boy still drags Beam onto his lap, even if his legs are already going numb. It’s harder to imagine like this, because Makima is probably the perfect weight, but it’ll do in for now.
The fiend seems excited. His hands move over Denji’s chest and up to his neck, fingers brushing over his pulse point. Beam is salivating slightly, rocking back and forth, squirming while he waits. Once Denji heard that certain kinds of sharks never stop moving, and he wonders if this is like that.
The only thing left to do is lean in and let their lips touch. It’s hard to get the angel perfect, tilting sideways so their noses don’t bump. Beam keeps trying to push closer, so eager that Denji has to hold his face. He’s the one that ultimately moves forward, sealing their lips together.
It feels like Makima for only a brief moment, soft full lips slotting between Denji’s chapped ones, but Beam is excited. His tongue peeks out too, licking Denji’s lips because he hadn’t opened his mouth yet. It’s weird and gross and strangely pleasant.
Beam is still squirming. It’s not erotic humping or any kind of grinding, just a release of excitement. He nearly topples Denji over several times, panting and whining. His sharp teeth peek out to gently prick at the other boy’s lips.
The illusion of Makima is broken. She is careful and calculated. The woman would have moved slowly, teased Denji for a few minutes before even thinking about kissing him. Everything Beam does is the opposite. He’s uncoordinated and messy. Overbearing in a way.
Denji should stop. He could back up and explain again what it is he wants.
But for a brief moment Denji thinks that this is what he wants.
Beam is pressed so close to him, warmth radiating from his body. The shark is everything Makima isn’t in the best of ways, warm and welcoming and authentic. He pulls at Denji’s hair in a frantic sort of way, still slobbering all over his face.
Denji hasn’t tested if he can die by asphyxiation yet. He knows that he’s immortal in many ways, and Beam doesn’t seem eager to pull away anytime soon. Denji isn’t eager too either, if he’s completely honest. The roughness is familiar in a comforting way, the messy movements easier to mimic. His hands dare to roam further, Beam is nearly naked.
His muscles are hard and solid. Broad shoulders are covered in speckled sun spots. The skin is so tan, covered in small wrinkles and weathered down. Beam is the kind of man that should be featured alongside the beautiful women in the magazine Denji ruined earlier that day.
“Denji, D-Denji.” it’s the first time Beam has said his name without any kind of prefix. It’s desperate utterance, full of the adoration Beam always holds towards the boy. His lips are red and slick. Denji barely pulls him closer again when Beam surges forward.
It’s good practice, really good. Both of their tongues slide against the other, smooth and wet. It’s what Himeno’s kiss was, except one thousand times better because there isn’t any taste of vomit. Instead Beam tastes like fish and blood- which should be unappetizing, but isn’t somehow.
And Denji wants to ask for help practicing with other things. Beam is a horrible partner in a lot of ways, just as inexperienced as Denji himself (probably even less so). He’s way more interested and eager than anyone else who has ever interacted with the boy.
Denji is sneaking his hands down to cup Beam’s ass and beg for more, when there’s a loud knock at his door.
He almost shits his pants. Beam doesn’t seem to care at all, dragging his teeth over Denji’s cheek. Denji has to nearly hold him down, slapping a hand over the fiend’s mouth.
There’s another knock, nearly breaking the door down. Aki would never be so disruptive, which means Power is the one harassing him. Denji might kill himself if she walks in on this, because she’ll parade around narrating the scene for everyone else.
“Oi, Ponytail says tis time for dinner!”
Beam is still pressing kisses against Denji’s palm, hands still gripping into his shirt. Food is one of his favorite things in the world, especially Aki’s food because it’s always warm and delicious. There’s almost nothing that can distract him from it except for the fact that he doesn’t really want to stop kissing him.
Practice makes perfect after all.
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rvnwtch · 1 year
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“Do you think you’ve got it down?” Fennorian asked.
Erill hesitated. “I think so. But I'm afraid I’m going to forget tomorrow while we’re at the party.”
Fennorian rubbed his thumb soothingly over the back of her hand. “Another song or two then.”
Pushing away the guilt clawing its way through her body, Erill let Fennorian pull her around the room. She wanted to enjoy this for just a little longer. After tomorrow night they’d probably never dance again. After tomorrow night she’d never have another excuse to hold Fennorian’s hand or link their arms together. After tomorrow night… things had to return to normal. So Erill held his hand tightly, and let him lead her through the dance again.
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Fake Dating AU where the Vestige and Fennorian sneak into a noble house's engagement party, posing as a married couple, to kill a vampire.
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fawn-eyed-girl · 2 years
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The Best Boy(Girl)friend: A KagSan Story for Inuyasha Fleet Week Chapter 1, now live on Ao3!
Hello everyone! I am so excited to bring you the first chapter of my contribution to Inuyasha Fleet Week, which is being run all week by @inu-mothership​! This story fits Day 1, New (to You) Ship!
This trope in this story is one I have wanted to do for a long time, and KagSan really felt like a perfect fit for it. I’m having a blast writing our poor, pining Sango, and I really hope you enjoy this one!
Story Summary: Sango has been hopelessly in love with her best friend Kagome since the day they met. And while Kagome has talked about nothing but boys, she's never had a boyfriend, and never made a move on a boy (or anyone else, for that matter), and so, Sango has been content to keep their relationship status quo.
That is, until Kagome bemoans the fact that prom is coming, and they don't have boyfriends, so wouldn't it be amazing for them to practice dating...with each other?
This is the story of how Sango can never say no to Kagome, even when it means her heart is on the line, and how Kagome found love, in the most unexpected (or perhaps, the most expected) of places.
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thotforcsy · 1 year
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love, friendship and other complications
(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairing: jisung/changbin (♡) rating: teen+ (♡) 18363 words (♡) complete (1/1)
Jisung has never had a date for Valentine's Day. Never. Never. Naturally, as his best friend and number #1 bro, Changbin steps up to the plate and volunteers as tribute.
Yeah, this is definitely going to be one for the books.
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ls-emmy-44 · 2 years
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if its looks like, feels like, tastes like love... - by tempolarriefics (AO3)
Summary:
Niall has an easygoing smile on his face, bright and unbothered, as if he isn’t facilitating a lunch between Harry and the one person he might truly hate. “Niall. Louis,” Harry greets them both, somewhat strained. Louis doesn’t even look up at him. Harry sighs, taking a seat next to Niall and grabbing for the sandwich on the table. “Hear me out,” Niall says, cutting right to the chase. “Family housing.”
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Or, the one where harry and louis hate each other but pretend to date to be able to live in university 'family housing', zayn and liam are their nosy next door neighbors, and niall is the friend who made it all happen.
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greyfix · 2 years
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Let’s Kiss And See Where It Takes Us
Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Kozume Kenma
Summary: Kuroo wants to know what kissing feels like, and Kozume isn’t opposed to the idea. 
Word Count: 581
Requested By: n/a
Warnings/Tags: fluff, first kiss, practice kissing, pre relationship, Kuroo & Kenma Friendshit
Author’s Note: I thought this was the most amazing idea at two in the morning. Also for the record this takes place when they’re like 14 and immature and very likely to kiss each other ‘just to know what it feels like’ yk?
Kenma was more focused on his video games than he was on Tetsurou, who was lounging on Kenma's bed talking about anything and everything. 
“I kind of want to know what it feels like you know?” Tetsurou spoke as he sat up on the bed, “Don’t you?”
“Mmmhm,” Kenma responded automatically, still focused on his game, and it was only when Tetsurou spoke again that he realized what he really meant. 
Kenma's eyes widened when Tetsurou said, “Do you wanna try?” 
His attention was officially removed from his game. “Try?” he mumbled, before looking over at Tetsurou. He’d moved from his previous position and was now sitting on the end of the bed, leaning his elbows down onto his legs. 
The ever-so-shameless Kuroo Tetsuro averted his eyes before speaking again, “I mean yeah? It couldn’t hurt…”
Kenma didn’t quite know what to do about this. On one hand, kissing Tetsurou was something he thought about quite often. He thought about it every time Tetsuro stretches his lips into that familiar smirk. That was a lot. On the other hand, did it really matter if Tetsurou didn’t feel the same way? In the end, Kenma was a weak man. “I guess…”
Tetsurou tried to hide his smile but Kenma knew better. Tetsurou beckoned him to the mattress, and Kenma wasn’t about to fight it. (plus his ass hurt from sitting on the floor for so long)
He settled in on the edge of the bed next to Tetsurou, his legs crossed and his hands in his lap. “So how should we…” Kenma started.
Tetsurou seemed to think for a moment, “Let’s kiss and see where it takes us? Does that sound- Is that okay?”
Kenma could feel the heat rush to his face, but chose to ignore it. “Yeah, it’s- It’s okay…”
Tetsurou turned his body to face Kenma more easily, scooting a little closer. “We should probably um-” He cut off but Kenma knew what he meant. 
Kenma, in a fit of boldness, moved forward so that he was only inches away from Tetsurou. He could smell him, his musk and old spice, and feel his warmth radiate. He hummed in question. Tetsurou never finished his sentence. 
“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us,” Tetsurou sounded nervous. He never sounded nervous. Kenma thought maybe a kiss would help, so he leaned forward and pressed their lips together. 
They stayed like that for a moment, just touching their lips together, but then Tetsurou moved his lips against Kenmas. He hummed a sigh against Tetsurous mouth, before pulling away. “Is that…” Kenma swallowed, “Is that how you-?” He didn’t know how to phrase the question, but Tetsurou seemed to know what he was asking anyway. 
“I mean I've never done it before-” He paused, blushing. “We could- try again? See where it takes us?”
Kenma nodded, breathless. “Could we maybe sit differently? This isn’t really… Comfortable..” He ignored the red in his cheeks. 
Testurou’s eyes widened, “Oh sure, do you want to um, maybe sit on my lap? Since we have to be close?” 
Kenma nearly shivered at the thought. He should probably stop here, but once again he knew he would lose the battle against his self control. He nodded while Tetsurou shifted to sit against the headboard. He went to straddle his legs, but once he started to move Tetsurou just lifted him and put him where he wanted him. 
Gods, Tetsurou was going to be the death of him.
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psychicbee · 2 years
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got a kiss (with your name on it)
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“I just—I just thought, like. Maybe I wouldn’t be so horrible if someone more experienced than me taught me what to do.”
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blondie-drawings · 23 days
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KISS! THAT! ANDROID!
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ionomycin · 10 months
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Swim free
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tanblaque · 1 year
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skeletood · 3 months
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imagine being in love with your best friend looool imagine
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amartianonmars · 22 days
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Fics always have Kirk and Spock throwing each other around as if they don't have Starfleet issued twin beds
Ugly little bonus comic under the cut:
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Nothing stops Kirk from getting it on
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Perversions of Science | Planely Possible S1.E6 | 1997
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deelavis · 4 months
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whenever a fanfic says that Mello is wearing a t-shirt I know they probably mean something like this:
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but all I can imagine is this or this
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Bonus Comic:
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Bonus Bonus Shirtless Mello:
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imfinereallyy · 10 months
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“Good morning, Robs.” Steve nods to Robin’s sprawled figure on their couch.
“Good morning, dingus.” Robin looks up at Steve with a sleepy smile into her morning coffee.
“How was your date last night?” Steve makes a cup of coffee and walks over to the couch. He lifts Robin's legs and lays them across his lap as he settles into the worn-down furniture.
“Oh! It was so good.” Robin perks up. “God, it’s so nice to actually know other gay people in the city and have safe places to go, unlike Hawkins. Violet was so sweet, and she took us to the little lesbian bar on 4th, and we just talked and drank for hours! I felt bad at first about missing movie night with you and Eddie, but I’m sorry, babes, but it was worth it!”
Steve smiles at his platonic soulmate with as much love as he can muster. He’s so happy for her, finding herself in college, especially after the disaster that was Vickie and the post-apocalypse. Besides, he really couldn’t be mad she missed out. “I’m glad you had a good night, Birdie.”
“Steve! You have no idea! She wore this cute skirt with knee-highs, and oh god, I could see her thighs! You know how I feel about thighs.” Robin gave him a pointed look, and Steve couldn’t help but hum in agreement. Thighs were nice. “And she gave me the softest kiss while we were still inside the bar like she wasn’t embarrassed by all my rambling and thinking out loud. Which she said she thought was cute, after I said that out loud. And Steve, I need to tell you about the less soft kisses we had later, but first, I have a question.”
Steve laughed lightly at Robin's antics. She had no idea the power she had. It was hard not to fall in love with her, platonically or romantically. “Sure, Robs. Shoot.” Steve took a sip of his coffee, not thinking much of it.
Robin ever so calmly stated, “Why do you have a hickey on your neck?”
Steve choked on his coffee. He had to lean forward to stop himself from going blue. Robin pushed herself up and pats his back. Steve barely managed out a spluttered out, “What?”
Robin put down her coffee and gave him a kind but pointed look. “The giant ass hickey on your neck. When did you get that.”
“I do not have a hickey on my neck!” Steve’s voice went a pitch higher than normal, not particularly helping his case.
Robin gave him a ‘seriously’ face before she reached over and dug her fingers into the bruise on his neck.
“Owww!” Steve slapped her hand away.
“Want to explain what that is then, Steven.”
Steve scrunched his face up, “Ew, don’t call me Steven.”
“Stop avoiding the question. Why do you have a hickey? As far as I’m concerned, I’m the one who went on a date last night. You only had Eddie over for movie—“ A look of realization crossed Robin’s face before it broke out into pure glee. “No! You didn’t!”
Steve spluttered again, despite the coffee being nowhere near him. “I didn’t do anything!” He continued to deny it.
“Oh you did! You finally did! You made out with Eddie!”
Steve knew it was useless to fight her on it, but he couldn’t help it. He was stubborn. “Ssshh, nothing happened. It’s just a bruise. Stop making this bigger than it is.”
Robin cackled, “Oh Steve, I know I should be mad you’re trying to lie right now. But I can’t be; I’m just too happy. First Violet, and now this? This is the happiest, gayest day of my life!”
Steve put his head in his hands, no longer denying.
“Besides, why are you shushing me? It’s not like there is anyone else here…” Robin trailed off, and Steve could tell the moment she put it all together. If he thought she looked happy before, now she looked straight up devious. “…Oh my god! Steve! Is he in your bed? Is he naked?” Robin was shaking Steve with excitement. At this rate, he would get a concussion from his brain being smacked around his skull.
“…no.” Steve said shyly as images of the night before came to his mind.
The boring movie. Eddie’s head thrown back at Steve’s jokes. The leaning together. Eddie’s grip on Steve’s thigh. The nose brush. The crash of lips. The tearing off of clothes. The stumbling to the bedroom. The moans.
Now is not the time to get a boner. Not while his best friend is still shaking the shit out of him.
“No? Really, so if I go into your room right now, I won’t find Eddie in it?” Robin stared at him. They both got completely still. It was as if that weird telepathy thing the kids always think they have, was actually true. Because Steve can sense it. Can sense that Robin was going to make a break for the door.
She took off in a dash, but Steve was quicker. He tackles her to the ground with a loud ‘oof’. “Get off me, dingus! I need to know!”
Steve tried to pin her to the ground, but she was freakishly strong and yanked him by the hair, “No, Robin, let me have some privacy!”
They tumble around for a few minutes, yelling and scrapping at each other. Neither of them truly got the upper hand. Then suddenly, a door opens. Both Robin and Steve’s heads snap up in the direction of footsteps approaching them.
Then, in front of them, is Eddie in only boxers covered from head to thigh in hickies. “I always forget you two are morning people.” Eddie rubbed the early hours out of his eyes, leaned down to place a kiss on top of Steve’s head, and made his way into the kitchen.
A blush makes its way to Steve’s face but he knows he’s sporting a goofy smile.
“Wow, Dingus. You really marked your territory.” Robin snorts below him. Then Robin leaned over to the side to peek at Eddie’s back. “Is that hickey in the shape of a heart?!”
Steve leapt off of Robin and into the safety of the kitchen, behind the said bruised back.
“So much for soft mornings with you and Robs.” Eddie giggles into his coffee.
Steve just huffed a laugh into the crease between Eddie’s spine and shoulder.
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happy pride! wanted something soft to get me back in the groove of writing and the start to my pride month pieces.
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