Gregory beamed as he listened to Simo return those three words, and many more. Watching with amusement as the soldier’s blush grew in shades. As noses were nuzzled, a faint, peaceful humming escaping him as he listened to the other speak.
Listened, while his hands slowly slid up and down Simo’s back. Fingers, gently massaging into the muscles there.
“I’m glad you can feel happy now, and I’m even more so delighted that it is I that makes you feel that way. That you.. make me feel that way too.”
He seems shy again, glancing away from Simo’s gaze for a moment as he speaks. Then looking back, placing a kiss on each blushing cheek, mouth opened to speak until-
“You two are so gay it’s cute…”
Victor’s voice rang out again, gently, but still holding a teasingness in his tone. Having been quiet, basking in all the feelings that Simo had been experiencing. Speaking up, only when things seemed to have settled.
“You are lucky you are fused with Simo and have no body, or I would punch you…”
Gregory spoke with a soft sigh, hiding his face against Simo’s neck. A teasing promise.
The hands massaging his back practically put him into a trance, finally having that stiffness and tension rubbed away, as eyes fluttered to close. His own hands sat atop Gregory’s shoulders, delicate movements out of comfort, kneading into him like a cat.
Eyes reopened half way, gazing back at Gregory while he spoke, flames reduced to mere embers now, with that soft, amber haze flourishing. Listening to the melody that is Gregory’s voice, the words that seemed to make all his worries and problems disappear for the moment; giving him time to really enjoy those kisses planted on his cheeks.
Although, he was soon yanked out of that little daze, fire rising in his eyes again, not out of anger, but almost in default.
“Victor,” that stern tone returning, the same one he had used before, though he was less embarrassed, and more amused by the other’s shenanigans.
Eyes closed again, rubbing his cheek against the side of Gregory’s face, most of which was buried into his neck, a feeling that he quite liked. Fingers traced along the nape of the other’s neck, then up to his hair. Simo stroked along his locks, twirling his fingers in them every now and then, and moved his head back a bit, kissing the top of Gregory’s.
“Don’t worry, Victor. We’ll make sure to save some for you. After you’ve been punched, of course.”
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