[ storm ] CHARACTER A sees the awful weather conditions outside and insists CHARACTER B stay the night and ride it out
[ too late ] CHARACTER A notices how late it is and suggests CHARACTER B sleeps over rather than travel the long distance home
[ sleepover ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B have been planning this sleepover situation for a while now, and tonight's the night it finally happens!
[ one bed ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B are forced to share the same room and the single bed within it
[ accident ] while traveling with CHARACTER B, CHARACTER A accidentally books a room with one bed, and the place is too crowded to find another option
[ sick ] CHARACTER A tends to a sick CHARACTER B at their home and stays the night to watch over them
[ injured ] CHARACTER A brings an injured CHARACTER B home and refuses to leave their side overnight
[ couch ] while CHARACTER B sleeps on the couch, CHARACTER A leaves their bedroom to snuggle with them instead
[ sneak ] while CHARACTER B sleeps in their bed, CHARACTER A abandons their place on the couch and climbs into bed with them
[ awkward ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B, laying in the same bed, establish some distance between their bodies before falling asleep. when they wake up, they realize they're cuddling
[ movie ] while watching a movie together, CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B fall asleep on the couch and end up staying there all night
[ car ] with no hotel or place to stay in sight, CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B fall asleep in their car together
[ fort ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B build a pillow fort and fall asleep inside it
[ read ] CHARACTER A reads to CHARACTER B to help them fall asleep
[ work ] forced to pull an all-nighter, CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B work tirelessly side by side through the night
[ tent ] there's only one tent on this camping trip/adventure, so CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B are forced to snuggle down in cramped quarters and make it work
[ outdoors ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B construct a temporary shelter to get through the night outdoors, huddling together for warmth
[ pretend ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B are fake-dating/fake-married and have to be seen staying the same room together to fully sell the relationship
[ intimacy ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B wake up in the same bed and, in the haze of a beautiful morning, kiss for the very first time
[ whisper ] while CHARACTER B sleeps (or pretends to sleep) beside them, CHARACTER A whispers affectionate, reassuring things to them thinking they can't hear
[ caress ] while CHARACTER B sleeps (or pretends to be asleep) beside them, CHARACTER A admires how wonderful they look and gently caresses their arm
[ innocent ] before the two of them fall asleep, CHARACTER A leans in and presses an innocent kiss to CHARACTER B's forehead
[ kiss ] CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B share a tender kiss before they cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms
[ spoon ] CHARACTER A snuggles up behind CHARACTER B in bed and spoons them as they sleep
[ snore ] CHARACTER A wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes CHARACTER B's snoring woke them up
[ hair ] CHARACTER A gently strokes CHARACTER B's hair until they fall asleep
[ locked up ] locked away in the same cell/compartment, CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B try and sleep side by side for comfort and warmth
[ cave ] out of options, CHARACTER A and CHARACTER B are forced to spend the night together in a cave
[ It's no surprise that Lighter is awake. He isn't the Champion of the Sons of Calydon for nothing, but that just makes the Proxy wonder if he'd made a mistake.
Wise finds himself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say as the other pulls him even closer and tucks him right in his embrace. He wonders if Lighter can hear just how fast his heart is beating now. Not that he has anyone to blame but himself for putting them into this situation. ]
Nothing's wrong, I just...
[ A beat. ]
I wondered if you were comfortable sleeping here, but before I could ask... my body moved on its own. [ The plain and simple truth. ] Should I move back?
[ He doesn't think Lighter will tell him to do that, so he can't help himself: ]
[ Lighter can't help breathing out a chuckle upon feeling the tension in Wise's body and he smiles, realizing he's been too abrupt. ]
I'm sorry... did I scare you?
[ He wonders softly, since Wise must've been assuming he was sleeping. The fault is his for so eagerly embracing him, he couldn't quite restrain himself.
He listens to him quietly, smiling even wider in the darkness and he tilts his head just enough to bump his nose against Wise's, affectionately, not unlike a pup. He's happy to hear the reason wasn't actually Wise regretting his choice to have him share his bedroom. He's just about to reassure him, when that last question punches the oxygen out of his lungs. He isn't quite sure his body remembers how to breathe anymore. ]
I-- [ His voice wobbles in the quiet room and he clears his throat, feeling his ears going warm. Dangerous, Wise is entirely dangerous and he doesn't even realize it. ]
I'm not uncomfortable here. I would even sleep on the ground in the past so this couch is actually luxurious. You don't need to move back. [ He replies softly, while his brain trips on itself about how to answer that last question. Eventually the truth is the only thing he can muster, because his neurons are refusing to work. ]
I like best being wherever you are. Your bed would be very comfortable... [ He coughs. His face is getting warmer. ] But I wouldn't want you to think I stayed here tonight because I had further motives, or I was hoping for anything-- [ And so his tongue starts getting tangled. Lord, he needs his sunglasses and his scarf, to hide himself and his embarrassment. ]
[ He doesn't think Lighter will ever scare him, unless he's somehow managed to anger the man. But he doubts that will happen given how things are between them. With how Lighter bumps his nose against Wise's, prompting a laugh from the Proxy. So cute. It really does feel like he's with a puppy right now.
He listens to his words, and finds himself falling silent.
For a brief moment, the man's stuttering causes him to be concerned. Did he say something wrong? But all his doubts are dispelled just as quickly when Lighter considers his suggestion. He barely realizes the flush on his cheeks, but he's sure it must be obvious, even in the dark. ]
I was just thinking... the couch is too small for you, and my bed is big enough for both of us. So why not? It doesn't count as having an ulterior motive if I'm the one who suggested it, right?
[ If anything, he's the one with an ulterior motive here. He's the one who asked if Lighter wanted to stay over for the night, after all. But something about being in Lighter's presence makes him more daring. (Selfish.) ]
... But I don't mind staying right here too, though.
That makes me happy... I'll always keep you safe too. [ The emotion in his voice is raw and palpable as he speaks, his smile bleeding into his tone. Especially after what happened to Wise last time he wasn't around... Lighter will really put all of himself into protecting him, he's vowed it on that hurtful day.
He hums thoughtfully at the other's answer, before it's his turn to laugh when Wise backpedals and agrees to staying there on the couch. ]
Your bed is indeed big. If we move there, can we stay this close anyway? [ He asks now, lips brushing against Wise's cheek as he pulls him even closer and he slots his ankle between the younger man's. ] Exactly this close. Can we do that?
[ That earns another laugh from Wise, when he feels Lighter's lips ghost over his cheek. He's almost disappointed when he doesn't move any closer for a kiss, but being pulled into a closer embrace is just fine too. He nuzzles against him, tucking his head under the man's chin. ]
That was the idea... It'll be comfortable if like this in bed too. [ Wise has always found it so easy to be honest around Lighter, and tonight is no different. There's no one else who can make him act so shamelessly. ] So we should move.
[ But he's not making the effort to do so, content to stay in Lighter's arms like a cat seeking warmth. ]
[ The sound of Wise's laugh will never cease to make him content, fully satisfied with the world --and that's nothing short of a miracle for someone like Lighter, who's seen the world as his own mortal enemy for so much of his life. But right here, with this beautiful brat in his arms who doesn't intend to move an inch despite saying otherwise, he dares to be happy.
He tilts his head to nuzzle into the other's hair, hugging him so close to his chest it feels like they can melt together. There's little place on this couch and the heat underneath the blanket could get uncomfortable, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping a hand around the other's nape, while the other presses into the small of his back, leaving that smaller frame no way out. He can only be consumed by his larger one, disappear right against him. ]
So it was all a plot to get cuddles in your bed... You're indeed brilliant, Proxy. I can't ever win against you. [ Not that he even wants to. He wants to be the Defeated Champion when it comes to Wise.
He tilts his head just a little bit more, to press kisses on the crown of his head and then, for their knees to stop bumping together and to be sure Wise doesn't accidentally fall off the couch, Lighter shifts on his back, pulling along the other so he's laying right on top of him. The motion has his shirt ride up and the blanket slip sideways, but he doesn't let go of Wise for even a moment. ]
[ Perhaps Lighter can feel the way Wise trembles as fingers ghost over his nape. He's always been so ticklish in certain spots, and the other man knows how to touch him just right. ]
Lighter—
[ Whatever he wants to say is cut short. A small noise escapes him as Lighter shifts their positions, settling him on top of the other man without so much as a fuss. He gawks openly at just how easily Lighter did it, as if he barely weighed anything, but maybe it shouldn't surprise him. The man's strength has always been unmatched.
He gazes down at Lighter now that he's on top of him, fingers placed above exposed skin. The warmth coming from the other man's body is nearly intoxicating, and Wise can't get enough of it.
He leans in and presses a kiss on the side of Lighter's mouth. ]
... You say that, but I can't win against you either.
[ Lighter has to will his heart to calm down, when he feels Wise trembling under his touch. It starts a fire in the bottom of his stomach and he can just hope his body won't react.
He laughs at the other's surprise, admiring his pretty face earnestly, not even trying to hide his fondness. ]
...yeah? You give me too much credit.
[ The spot Wise kissed tingles and it's his turn being a little sad that it wasn't his mouth. ]
Getting up sounds like a whole lot of work right now. If you're not uncomfortable, we can stay like this for a little while.
[ Lighter offers with an earnest smile, warm fingers sneaking under Wise's shirt to rub along the small of his back, trying to ease the tension along his spine. ] You're so thin... sometimes I'm afraid I might break you.
[ This close, it's impossible for Wise to miss how quickly Lighter's heart beats underneath his skin. He can feel the rhythm of his pulse from where his head rests, not quite the same but close enough in the end. He wonders what could be going through Lighter's mind right now.
Is he pouting because Wise didn't kiss him properly? He's sure those puppy dog ears are drooping low right now.
He hums thoughtfully, shivering once again when Lighter caresses the small of his back. ]
Mm, alright. We can stay here a while.
[ His hands snake around the man's body as best he can, part of his response to those words. ]
You've always been so careful with me. [ Like he sees Wise as something fragile, something precious. ] But you never have to worry about hurting me.
[ He's told him this before, too. That he feels safe around Lighter. ]
[ Lighter has broken, damaged and undone, most of his life. He's the kind of person who can't create, just destroy --nothing short of a miracle that Big Daddy found a place for him where destroying holds positive value because it means protecting. That's why it's so easy, worrying about hurting Wise: he hasn't done anything but hurting most of his life. Sometimes he wonders if he could hurt without even trying by now.
But Wise trusts him, and that's beautiful and terrifying at once. He can't promise he'll stop worrying, that's just how he works, but maybe he can do better, learn to cradle this precious young man in his scarred hands.
There's warmth blooming in his chest and he can't quite behave anymore, especially as Wise reacts so easily to his touch. He cups his face and coaxes him just a little closer, enough to steal his lips, finally. He tastes them eagerly, before lapping into his mouth, slow and deep and unbearably hot. ]
[ Wise can't help but wonder what's going through Lighter's mind right now. It always feels like there are a few walls he doesn't know how to breach, or whether he'll even be allowed to do so. Not that he'll ever ask for anything more than what the other is willing to give him, because he knows what it's like to hold secrets. After all, he has a few of his own, too, so he understands what it's like to keep skeletons in your closet.
But that doesn't stop him from wondering, from trying to see if he can read through the minute details in Lighter's expression. The way he furrows his brow, the way he looks at Wise like he's something he might break apart without meaning to. Wise wants to reassure him not to worry, but when words aren't enough, then—
Lighter beats him to the punch.
Their lips connect, soft at first, and then it becomes heated, almost hungry. Wise feels dizzy as the air is stolen right out of him, as he tries to keep up with every lick against his tongue. A small noise escapes him when he manages to break away for just a fraction of a second, but then he seeks out Lighter's mouth once again, kissing him fervently like a man with so much to say.
All of them go unsaid, but he can only hope as he clings to Lighter's shirt, as he deepens the kiss on his own initiative, that he conveys there's nothing to be afraid of. ]
[ He holds Wise like he wants to own him, fingers digging in his sides possessively under his shirt, calloused pads pressing into soft skin. He nearly whines when the kiss has to break for a breath, but then it's the other one filling the distance and Lighter moans in the back of his throat.
He wants everything from Wise, he wants all his noises and all his shivers, his taste and his heat. He forgets all about his fear, while greed takes its place.
It's a lot like fighting in a way, how his body takes over and his thoughts finally go quiet. He bunches up Wise's pajamas shirt and pulls back only long enough to take it off him, before he wraps an arm around his small waist. As easily as he had laid Wise on his chest, now he flips their frames, trapping the other one between him and the couch, before his body presses down and he kisses him again like he wants to devour him, hands mapping out his torso. Only when he's breathless, he rather buries his mouth in Wise's neck, licking up a feverish trail towards his ear. ]
[ Wise can't help the startled noise that escapes him when Lighter flips their positions again, his eyes blown wide out of the initial shock before a faint flush colours his face. The boxer's frame easily dwarfs his own, and when he could feel the heat of Lighter's skin, it draws out a soft whine at the exquisite sensation of being pressed so close. His fingers seek purchase on the fabric of Lighter's shirt as their mouths crash into each other again, holding onto him as if he's the only thing stopping Wise from falling.
It's overwhelming, every little bit that Lighter does, the way he touches him, the way he kisses him like a man starved. Wise isn't used to such intensity despite having spent more time with Lighter lately, but he's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Lighter burns brighter than the sun, than any fire he's ever witnessed in his life. He whimpers as the man licks a path towards his ear, his head tilting to give him better access as his hands move to wind around that strong back. ]
Lighter—
[ A soft plea, murmured against the man's hair when his head turns to chase after him. He guides the man's arms to help him peel off the ripped shirt, allowing him to explore every counter and dip of muscle he can reach. His fingers are careful as he maps out every scar, wondering quietly what kinds of stories they must hold.
But rather than ask, Wise shifts closer to press a kiss, soft and fleeting, on the largest one going down his shoulder. It's not like he has any idea how to keep up with Lighter's pace, so he's acting upon his own selfish and simple desires instead. ]
[ He likes manhandling Wise like this, he loves his surprised reactions and the way it makes him flush, pleasantly overtaken. It makes Lighter's mind wander, musing about whether Wise would enjoy being possessed, cornered till he had no escape, overwhelmed by pleasure. He truly wants to give him everything.
All those little noises he makes set fire to his blood, heat churning in his stomach and between his legs. The way he's half-hard already it's impossible to hide by now, his bulge pressing against the smaller frame. He instinctively raises his arms to have his shirt taken off, before he buries his mouth in the other's throat again, sucks on his Adam's apple. ]
Mhm, I'm here. I have you... [ He mumbles, voice a low purr, his tongue tracing the other's ear before dipping into it. He visibly shivers, back tensing, when he's touched, starved to the point of desperation. His scars are tingly, especially as they're kissed. ]
Oh, Wise... [ He murmurs softly, tilting his head to place a kiss on his temple before he steals his mouth again, deep and hungry, so very slow in tasting his tongue like he wants to make him melt. His hips unconsciously roll against the other's heat, looking for friction. ]
It's almost terrifying how quickly things are escalating, because when he snuck out of bed to crawl into Lighter's space, he never would have expected that this is how things would end up. Not that he can completely act like an innocent in all this, considering he's the one who instigated everything, just by placing himself next to Lighter's side.
He remains looking like a deer in the headlights, if only because he's struck by how hard Lighter feels against him. It stirs his own arousal, his nerves set alight by every thrust of those hips, overwhelming with pleasure that he has no idea how to handle. But what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in eagerness, diligently following after Lighter's lead by creating friction in return.
His arms move up to wrap around the other man's neck, holding onto him like this for better leverage, for a better angle to keep up with Lighter's pace. He nips at the other's bottom lip, worrying the soft flesh with his teeth to keep himself from moaning as he chases more and more of this exquisite feeling.
If his nails dig into Lighter's skin in the middle of this, the boxer can't blame him. (Or so he hopes.) ]
[ If anything the sting of nails and the puppy-like nipping of his lips only ensure Lighter's arousal grows, a pleased growl spilling from his mouth. He's completely lost it, the way Wise moves against him turning his breathing faster and his body hotter, hips eagerly pressing down.
It's only when he pulls back just a little that even in the darkness, eyes trained on his boyfriend, he notices how overwhelmed Wise looks and he realizes he's been acting like an idiot. Going from barely kissing to this? It's a sure way to terrify his better half, isn't it? Lighter slows down the shifting of his body and he nuzzles into Wise's cheek, breathing hard into his jaw before he starts peppering kisses. ]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry. [ He mumbles, voice husky, while lips linger on the other's temple, his forehead, the bridge and then the lovely tip of his nose. ] I'm an idiot, I got carried away... [ He's so ashamed of it that he ends up burying his face in the other's neck while letting out a frustrated whimper like a dog. The last thing he wants is scaring Wise away, or having him feel like he only wants sex. ]
This is not how I should behave... but I like you so much it drives me crazy.
[ It's a lot like having cold water dumped on you.
Lighter takes away the pleasure just as quickly as he gives it, leaving Wise panting helplessly against him. The flush on his cheeks has deepened, his pupils blown wide as the other man starts apologizing, murmuring sweet words on his skin. Confusion dawns on him, little by little. He has no idea why Lighter feels as though he needs his apologies.
So he reaches for his face, cradles it between both palms. ]
Lighter—
[ More apologies spill from the boxer's lips, prompting Wise to silence them all with kisses of his own. One to his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then on his lips, sweet as always. ]
You don't have to apologize for any of this. I know I'm not as experienced, but I... want you just as much.
[ He leans his forehead against the other, eyes slowly fluttering shut. A laugh escapes him. ]
I'm just not used to it, that's all. This is nothing like what happens in movies. [ Because movies are all he has when it comes to the ways of love and romance. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like this. (Later on, he'll think about just how lame that sounds. He can only hope Lighter will forgive him.) ] But if you want to keep going, it's okay. I can handle it.
Of course, that's because there's nobody as cute and handsome as you in movies. [ Lighter comments in a whisper upon those sweet lips, his skin tingling where Wise just laid all those pecks a moment before. The truth is that he wants to devour him and Wise has no idea how he can be --selfish, forceful, rough. When he says he wants him just as much, does he even realize in what danger he's putting himself?
That's why, despite what Wise just said, Lighter keeps holding back. ] Of course I want to keep going... if you really want it too. [ He smiles a little bashful (would Wise still agree if he knew just how dirty his thoughts are?), nuzzling their noses together, before he tilts his head and presses soft kisses along the column of his neck. ]
I don't know how it happens in movies, but it can be like that, if you want. You just need to tell me what happens. The more details, the better. [ He offers softly, wondering if going through something familiar might put Wise more at ease. He looked like he was drowning when Lighter looked at him.
He keeps scattering kisses until he reaches his collar bones, dipping his tongue in the hollow between them before moving further down. His lips drag along his sternum while his calloused, hot hands hold Wise's sides almost protectively, like he's afraid he'll fall apart. His tongue snakes out to lap at a cute nipple almost absent-mindedly, before his feverish mouth closes around it and he suckles while glancing up, wanting to register all of Wise's reactions to his every action. ]
To be honest... they always cut away before anything gets too explicit in the movies.
[ So. He has no idea.
His voice is a little bit breathless as he responds, head angling itself better so Lighter has all the access he wants to his neck, his throat. Soft sighs escape him with every kiss, nearly purring like a pleased cat. Everything Lighter does to him feels good, the pleasure making his skin tingle as his nerves are set alight. He even tries to return the favour, mapping out where Lighter likes to be touched by ghosting his fingers along the man's flesh, memorizing every dip and curve of firm muscle he can reach.
This pace is a lot easier for him to keep up with too, so the boxer won't see him drowning this time around. If anything, it gives him the space to be more eager, to try things he never would have the courage otherwise while Lighter licks his nipple. He muffles the whimper that slips out of his mouth by nibbling on the other man's ear, panting right next to it as though he's trying to rile him up intentionally. His hands make their way down his lover's body, sneaking around to fumble with a zipper and belt.
His palm brushes against the tent forming beneath the man's pants. ]
... Can I?
[ Always so polite even when he's nearly desperate and eager. ]
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Wise finds himself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say as the other pulls him even closer and tucks him right in his embrace. He wonders if Lighter can hear just how fast his heart is beating now. Not that he has anyone to blame but himself for putting them into this situation. ]
Nothing's wrong, I just...
[ A beat. ]
I wondered if you were comfortable sleeping here, but before I could ask... my body moved on its own. [ The plain and simple truth. ] Should I move back?
[ He doesn't think Lighter will tell him to do that, so he can't help himself: ]
... Or do you want to move to the bed with me?
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I'm sorry... did I scare you?
[ He wonders softly, since Wise must've been assuming he was sleeping. The fault is his for so eagerly embracing him, he couldn't quite restrain himself.
He listens to him quietly, smiling even wider in the darkness and he tilts his head just enough to bump his nose against Wise's, affectionately, not unlike a pup. He's happy to hear the reason wasn't actually Wise regretting his choice to have him share his bedroom. He's just about to reassure him, when that last question punches the oxygen out of his lungs. He isn't quite sure his body remembers how to breathe anymore. ]
I-- [ His voice wobbles in the quiet room and he clears his throat, feeling his ears going warm. Dangerous, Wise is entirely dangerous and he doesn't even realize it. ]
I'm not uncomfortable here. I would even sleep on the ground in the past so this couch is actually luxurious. You don't need to move back. [ He replies softly, while his brain trips on itself about how to answer that last question. Eventually the truth is the only thing he can muster, because his neurons are refusing to work. ]
I like best being wherever you are. Your bed would be very comfortable... [ He coughs. His face is getting warmer. ] But I wouldn't want you to think I stayed here tonight because I had further motives, or I was hoping for anything-- [ And so his tongue starts getting tangled. Lord, he needs his sunglasses and his scarf, to hide himself and his embarrassment. ]
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I've always felt safe around you, so...
[ He doesn't think Lighter will ever scare him, unless he's somehow managed to anger the man. But he doubts that will happen given how things are between them. With how Lighter bumps his nose against Wise's, prompting a laugh from the Proxy. So cute. It really does feel like he's with a puppy right now.
He listens to his words, and finds himself falling silent.
For a brief moment, the man's stuttering causes him to be concerned. Did he say something wrong? But all his doubts are dispelled just as quickly when Lighter considers his suggestion. He barely realizes the flush on his cheeks, but he's sure it must be obvious, even in the dark. ]
I was just thinking... the couch is too small for you, and my bed is big enough for both of us. So why not? It doesn't count as having an ulterior motive if I'm the one who suggested it, right?
[ If anything, he's the one with an ulterior motive here. He's the one who asked if Lighter wanted to stay over for the night, after all. But something about being in Lighter's presence makes him more daring. (Selfish.) ]
... But I don't mind staying right here too, though.
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He hums thoughtfully at the other's answer, before it's his turn to laugh when Wise backpedals and agrees to staying there on the couch. ]
Your bed is indeed big. If we move there, can we stay this close anyway? [ He asks now, lips brushing against Wise's cheek as he pulls him even closer and he slots his ankle between the younger man's. ] Exactly this close. Can we do that?
If we can, I don't mind moving.
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That was the idea... It'll be comfortable if like this in bed too. [ Wise has always found it so easy to be honest around Lighter, and tonight is no different. There's no one else who can make him act so shamelessly. ] So we should move.
[ But he's not making the effort to do so, content to stay in Lighter's arms like a cat seeking warmth. ]
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He tilts his head to nuzzle into the other's hair, hugging him so close to his chest it feels like they can melt together. There's little place on this couch and the heat underneath the blanket could get uncomfortable, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping a hand around the other's nape, while the other presses into the small of his back, leaving that smaller frame no way out. He can only be consumed by his larger one, disappear right against him. ]
So it was all a plot to get cuddles in your bed... You're indeed brilliant, Proxy. I can't ever win against you. [ Not that he even wants to. He wants to be the Defeated Champion when it comes to Wise.
He tilts his head just a little bit more, to press kisses on the crown of his head and then, for their knees to stop bumping together and to be sure Wise doesn't accidentally fall off the couch, Lighter shifts on his back, pulling along the other so he's laying right on top of him. The motion has his shirt ride up and the blanket slip sideways, but he doesn't let go of Wise for even a moment. ]
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Lighter—
[ Whatever he wants to say is cut short. A small noise escapes him as Lighter shifts their positions, settling him on top of the other man without so much as a fuss. He gawks openly at just how easily Lighter did it, as if he barely weighed anything, but maybe it shouldn't surprise him. The man's strength has always been unmatched.
He gazes down at Lighter now that he's on top of him, fingers placed above exposed skin. The warmth coming from the other man's body is nearly intoxicating, and Wise can't get enough of it.
He leans in and presses a kiss on the side of Lighter's mouth. ]
... You say that, but I can't win against you either.
[ He rests his head against the man's shoulder. ]
Are we going to stay here?
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He laughs at the other's surprise, admiring his pretty face earnestly, not even trying to hide his fondness. ]
...yeah? You give me too much credit.
[ The spot Wise kissed tingles and it's his turn being a little sad that it wasn't his mouth. ]
Getting up sounds like a whole lot of work right now. If you're not uncomfortable, we can stay like this for a little while.
[ Lighter offers with an earnest smile, warm fingers sneaking under Wise's shirt to rub along the small of his back, trying to ease the tension along his spine. ] You're so thin... sometimes I'm afraid I might break you.
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Is he pouting because Wise didn't kiss him properly? He's sure those puppy dog ears are drooping low right now.
He hums thoughtfully, shivering once again when Lighter caresses the small of his back. ]
Mm, alright. We can stay here a while.
[ His hands snake around the man's body as best he can, part of his response to those words. ]
You've always been so careful with me. [ Like he sees Wise as something fragile, something precious. ] But you never have to worry about hurting me.
[ He's told him this before, too. That he feels safe around Lighter. ]
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But Wise trusts him, and that's beautiful and terrifying at once. He can't promise he'll stop worrying, that's just how he works, but maybe he can do better, learn to cradle this precious young man in his scarred hands.
There's warmth blooming in his chest and he can't quite behave anymore, especially as Wise reacts so easily to his touch. He cups his face and coaxes him just a little closer, enough to steal his lips, finally. He tastes them eagerly, before lapping into his mouth, slow and deep and unbearably hot. ]
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But that doesn't stop him from wondering, from trying to see if he can read through the minute details in Lighter's expression. The way he furrows his brow, the way he looks at Wise like he's something he might break apart without meaning to. Wise wants to reassure him not to worry, but when words aren't enough, then—
Lighter beats him to the punch.
Their lips connect, soft at first, and then it becomes heated, almost hungry. Wise feels dizzy as the air is stolen right out of him, as he tries to keep up with every lick against his tongue. A small noise escapes him when he manages to break away for just a fraction of a second, but then he seeks out Lighter's mouth once again, kissing him fervently like a man with so much to say.
All of them go unsaid, but he can only hope as he clings to Lighter's shirt, as he deepens the kiss on his own initiative, that he conveys there's nothing to be afraid of. ]
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He wants everything from Wise, he wants all his noises and all his shivers, his taste and his heat. He forgets all about his fear, while greed takes its place.
It's a lot like fighting in a way, how his body takes over and his thoughts finally go quiet. He bunches up Wise's pajamas shirt and pulls back only long enough to take it off him, before he wraps an arm around his small waist. As easily as he had laid Wise on his chest, now he flips their frames, trapping the other one between him and the couch, before his body presses down and he kisses him again like he wants to devour him, hands mapping out his torso. Only when he's breathless, he rather buries his mouth in Wise's neck, licking up a feverish trail towards his ear. ]
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It's overwhelming, every little bit that Lighter does, the way he touches him, the way he kisses him like a man starved. Wise isn't used to such intensity despite having spent more time with Lighter lately, but he's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Lighter burns brighter than the sun, than any fire he's ever witnessed in his life. He whimpers as the man licks a path towards his ear, his head tilting to give him better access as his hands move to wind around that strong back.
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Lighter—
[ A soft plea, murmured against the man's hair when his head turns to chase after him. He guides the man's arms to help him peel off the ripped shirt, allowing him to explore every counter and dip of muscle he can reach. His fingers are careful as he maps out every scar, wondering quietly what kinds of stories they must hold.
But rather than ask, Wise shifts closer to press a kiss, soft and fleeting, on the largest one going down his shoulder. It's not like he has any idea how to keep up with Lighter's pace, so he's acting upon his own selfish and simple desires instead. ]
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All those little noises he makes set fire to his blood, heat churning in his stomach and between his legs. The way he's half-hard already it's impossible to hide by now, his bulge pressing against the smaller frame. He instinctively raises his arms to have his shirt taken off, before he buries his mouth in the other's throat again, sucks on his Adam's apple. ]
Mhm, I'm here. I have you... [ He mumbles, voice a low purr, his tongue tracing the other's ear before dipping into it. He visibly shivers, back tensing, when he's touched, starved to the point of desperation. His scars are tingly, especially as they're kissed. ]
Oh, Wise... [ He murmurs softly, tilting his head to place a kiss on his temple before he steals his mouth again, deep and hungry, so very slow in tasting his tongue like he wants to make him melt. His hips unconsciously roll against the other's heat, looking for friction. ]
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It's almost terrifying how quickly things are escalating, because when he snuck out of bed to crawl into Lighter's space, he never would have expected that this is how things would end up. Not that he can completely act like an innocent in all this, considering he's the one who instigated everything, just by placing himself next to Lighter's side.
He remains looking like a deer in the headlights, if only because he's struck by how hard Lighter feels against him. It stirs his own arousal, his nerves set alight by every thrust of those hips, overwhelming with pleasure that he has no idea how to handle. But what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in eagerness, diligently following after Lighter's lead by creating friction in return.
His arms move up to wrap around the other man's neck, holding onto him like this for better leverage, for a better angle to keep up with Lighter's pace. He nips at the other's bottom lip, worrying the soft flesh with his teeth to keep himself from moaning as he chases more and more of this exquisite feeling.
If his nails dig into Lighter's skin in the middle of this, the boxer can't blame him. (Or so he hopes.) ]
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It's only when he pulls back just a little that even in the darkness, eyes trained on his boyfriend, he notices how overwhelmed Wise looks and he realizes he's been acting like an idiot. Going from barely kissing to this? It's a sure way to terrify his better half, isn't it? Lighter slows down the shifting of his body and he nuzzles into Wise's cheek, breathing hard into his jaw before he starts peppering kisses. ]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry. [ He mumbles, voice husky, while lips linger on the other's temple, his forehead, the bridge and then the lovely tip of his nose. ] I'm an idiot, I got carried away... [ He's so ashamed of it that he ends up burying his face in the other's neck while letting out a frustrated whimper like a dog. The last thing he wants is scaring Wise away, or having him feel like he only wants sex. ]
This is not how I should behave... but I like you so much it drives me crazy.
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Lighter takes away the pleasure just as quickly as he gives it, leaving Wise panting helplessly against him. The flush on his cheeks has deepened, his pupils blown wide as the other man starts apologizing, murmuring sweet words on his skin. Confusion dawns on him, little by little. He has no idea why Lighter feels as though he needs his apologies.
So he reaches for his face, cradles it between both palms. ]
Lighter—
[ More apologies spill from the boxer's lips, prompting Wise to silence them all with kisses of his own. One to his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then on his lips, sweet as always. ]
You don't have to apologize for any of this. I know I'm not as experienced, but I... want you just as much.
[ He leans his forehead against the other, eyes slowly fluttering shut. A laugh escapes him. ]
I'm just not used to it, that's all. This is nothing like what happens in movies. [ Because movies are all he has when it comes to the ways of love and romance. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like this. (Later on, he'll think about just how lame that sounds. He can only hope Lighter will forgive him.) ] But if you want to keep going, it's okay. I can handle it.
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That's why, despite what Wise just said, Lighter keeps holding back. ] Of course I want to keep going... if you really want it too. [ He smiles a little bashful (would Wise still agree if he knew just how dirty his thoughts are?), nuzzling their noses together, before he tilts his head and presses soft kisses along the column of his neck. ]
I don't know how it happens in movies, but it can be like that, if you want. You just need to tell me what happens. The more details, the better. [ He offers softly, wondering if going through something familiar might put Wise more at ease. He looked like he was drowning when Lighter looked at him.
He keeps scattering kisses until he reaches his collar bones, dipping his tongue in the hollow between them before moving further down. His lips drag along his sternum while his calloused, hot hands hold Wise's sides almost protectively, like he's afraid he'll fall apart. His tongue snakes out to lap at a cute nipple almost absent-mindedly, before his feverish mouth closes around it and he suckles while glancing up, wanting to register all of Wise's reactions to his every action. ]
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[ So. He has no idea.
His voice is a little bit breathless as he responds, head angling itself better so Lighter has all the access he wants to his neck, his throat. Soft sighs escape him with every kiss, nearly purring like a pleased cat. Everything Lighter does to him feels good, the pleasure making his skin tingle as his nerves are set alight. He even tries to return the favour, mapping out where Lighter likes to be touched by ghosting his fingers along the man's flesh, memorizing every dip and curve of firm muscle he can reach.
This pace is a lot easier for him to keep up with too, so the boxer won't see him drowning this time around. If anything, it gives him the space to be more eager, to try things he never would have the courage otherwise while Lighter licks his nipple. He muffles the whimper that slips out of his mouth by nibbling on the other man's ear, panting right next to it as though he's trying to rile him up intentionally. His hands make their way down his lover's body, sneaking around to fumble with a zipper and belt.
His palm brushes against the tent forming beneath the man's pants. ]
... Can I?
[ Always so polite even when he's nearly desperate and eager. ]