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He smirked feeling Sora squire in the arms. [ “You’re not playing fair,”] "Sorry," he whispered, meeting his gaze as Sora took a moment to rest his forehead against his. He could feel his hair softly brush against his skin and his scent brought him so much comfort. Dispite this being a game, he got the feeling that Sora didn't want to escape from him. Infact the human gave up rather easily, settling into him, and curling his fingers into his shirt. His struggling ended just as quickly as it started. Now he was pouting. [ “This is sabotage,”] "Someone's a sore loser~" [ “I was supposed to knock some sense into you,” ] Fang grinned, planting a kiss on his forehead. "I still might let you." His combed his fingers through Sora's hair as he felt the human melt into his embrace. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else. Moving in together was his idea sure, but that didnt mean he didn't have concerns. He never really lived with another person before, much less a human. He wasn't quite sure if Sora would like the idea of having him around constantly since he was so free spirited and stubbornly independent. His grip on Sora softened as his boyfriend rested his head on his shoulder. He gave him a quick squeeze before closing his eyes, enjoying this moment. They stayed like this for awhile, and Fang was tempted to fall asleep. He had Sora in his arms, his warmth, his scent, and the humans finger was drawing lazy patterns on his chest. He found it oddly soothing. But then- Sora moved. It happened so fast that it was honestly jarring. One moment Sora was in his arms, the next he had rolled off the couch and was standing up straight in a defensive position. Fang stared at his boyfriend. The human brushing imaginary lint off his sleeve. As if what he just did was cool. He scuffed, rolling his eyes. [ “Rule number one. Don’t underestimate me.”] Fang found Sora's cockiness rather cute. This was definitely his way of flirting with him, by teasing him. By playfully challenging him. He could tell by Sora's smug grin, and the way he was rocking on his heels that he was enjoying this. Before he could say anything back, Sora bolted for the bedroom, and shut the door behind. Had this turned into a game of chase? Fang let out a slow breath. He didn't move, at least not immediately. He stared up at the ceiling, a hand on his chest where Sora had been moments ago, the other draped across his forehead. The warmth was fading fast from his chest—that comfortable weight, that steady presence, already dissipating. He closed one of his hands into a loose fist as a quiet laugh escaped him—low and genuine with a hint of admiration and exasperation. That little shit had actually done it. Used a simple pressure point trick aginest him. ( Show off . ) And Sora had waited until he let his guard down. Smart. Dangerously smart. [ "I only escaped because I wanted to prove I could… even though I was very comfortable."] The admission moved through Fang's chest like smoke. At least he knew Sora's behavior was genuine. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. His body felt strangely empty—not in a hollow way, but in the way a room feels when the last person leaves and the silence settles in. Too spacious. Too still. His lips still tingled. His kiss had been meant to disarm. To tease. To remind Sora exactly who he was dealing with. Instead, it had backfired spectacularly—because the moment Sora had softened against him, the moment those small hands had curled into his shirt instead of pushing away, Fang had forgotten the game entirely. For a few minutes there, holding Sora had felt less like a tactic and more like..... He quickly stood and slowly made his way to the bedroom door, making no effort to hide his footsteps. The door was still closed and Fang could imagine how Sora was probably behind it, grinning to himself like an idiot. Was he waiting to see what he'd do next? Fang's lips curved. When he reached the door, he didn't knock. He simply leaned against the frame, one forearm braced above his head. " I find it funny that you shut yourself in our bedroom." His voice was low, carrying that familiar warmth—the one that came out when he was playing along. "Do you think that's really the safest place for you to be?" A pause. " Did your escape get you that excited, or are you hoping that I'd chase you~" He let the silence stretch. His tone softer. " Sora....pick a number...one, two, or three." ________________________________ Asta had hit a wall. Not literally— but emotionally. Leon had him tangled up in his....everything! Leon's mouth was on his neck. Leon's hand was on his hip. Leon's breath was against his skin. Leon's scent was filling his nose. When Asta felt Leon's teeth graze his skin his entire nervous system had short-circuited. [ "You're shaking."] Of course he was shaking! He was shaking because Leon had kissed his palm like it was something precious, because Leon's thumb was tracing maddening patterns along his stomach, because Leon's voice had dropped to that tone that made Asta's thoughts go hazy. Of course Leon would see through his obvious lie, but if he had spoken the truth.... he might just die of embarrassment. The truth was too raw, too much like handing someone a blade and showing them exactly where to cut. But Leon hadn't cut. Leon had kissed him instead. Leon had whispered against his skin like he was something to savor, to cherish. By the time Leon's fingers caught his chin, the blush on Asta's face was too visible to hide. There was nowhere else to look but at him, which made Asta's body tense. Those pretty blue eyes were his one true weakness. He felt like Leon could see right through him. The way he looked at him, was as if he was the answer to all his problems. All the words he had said before had practically disarmed him, so when Leon finally kissed him. Asta had no desire to resist. It was a slow kiss. Soft and careful. As if Leon was testing out the waters. But soon Asta found himself being pulled into Leon's lap, and he quickly shifted in his arms, facing Leon but not breaking their kiss as he placed his hands on Leon's shoulders—not to push, but to curl his fingers into the fabric of Leon's shirt, holding on to him as if he might drown. [ "Tell me you don't want this."] He voice was soft as he spoke between kisses, his mouth already taking over his before he could answer. He could feel the kiss grow deeper and Leon's hand on his hip was anchoring him. It felt like it belonged there. Asta didn't fight it. He couldn't. Not because Leon was stronger—though he was—but because every cell in his body was screaming, yes! yes! yes! Finally! [ "I'll stop if you do"] Between kisses, Asta's breath came in uneven fragments. His fingers tightened on Leon's shirt. "Don't," he managed, the word barely a whisper against Leon's lips. Then, softer—because Leon deserved the truth, even if it terrified him: "Don't stop." His eyes were clouded with lust and desire. He pulled back just enough to meet Leon's gaze. Whatever walls Asta had built between them were crumbling. In this moment Asta was being vulnerable. Open in a way he rarely allowed since the incident. "I..i-im..d-done running away.." His voice was so quiet that any normal human would of struggled to hear him. He could hear his heart beating so loud and fast in his chest, he wasnt sure if Leon could hear it too. With a shaky breath, he continued," s-so..p-please don't...d-dont stop..." @M-jow