@caerula-parma asked: Ah! I'm so sorry! q.q How about number 32 (“You’re blushing”) with Aiolos/Saga? QwQ
It's okay, Koko!!! Every time I open for prompts I have to correct someone gently. Heck, three people have messaged the wrong inbox, and I linked the correct inbox in my post! Thanks for prompting me, I was kinda nervous to ping you because I've never really talked to you and you're a lot more popular than me. Sorry about the wait!
Aiolos prances into the sparring yard and catches Saga around the waist. Saga startles, having been caught off guard, and stumbles backward into Aiolos, before turning around to face him. Aiolos immediately snatches up his hand and kisses it
“I missed you!” Aiolos chirps, and Saga blushes.
“It's only been three days, dummy,” he mumbles, embarrassed and pleased. Aiolos grins like the huge dork he is.
“That doesn't mean I didn't miss you,” he argues, green eyes sparkling. Saga turns away, embarrassed, and takes off the Gemini Cloth, leaving him in his blue t-shirt and shorts. He's clearly not going to get any more practicing done with Aiolos here. Oh, that's a blatant lie- he doesn't want to practice anymore, he'd just been distracting himself in Aiolos’s absence. He goes for his bag, but Aiolos pounces again, shifting the mass of Saga’s ridiculous curls over one of his shoulders.
“You're blushing,” Aiolos proclaims, sounding smug.
“What's that got to do with anything?” Saga protests, blushing darker. Aiolos giggles.
“I means you missed me too, silly,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of Saga’s neck. How is that pleasant? He's been working out and sweating for like, an hour now.
“What are you doing, Aiolos,” he whines. Aiolos giggles again.
“Giving you affection,” he replies warmly. “Dummy.” He jibes playfully, kissing Saga’s neck with a loud, obnoxious smacking noise. Saga whines, squirming ineffectually. He's not really trying to get free, it's more the principal of the matter. “Mm, missed you lots,” Aiolos mutters again, raining kisses on Saga’s sweaty nape.
“I was just working out, isn't that gross?” Saga points out. “At least let me shower first, if you're going to do that.” Aiolos hums against his skin, before biting, gentle and careful, teeth just barely pressing against his skin.
“Mm, salty,” he says smugly as Saga moans softly, and Saga can picture the silly wink he's doubtless giving him. Then he bites a hickey into Saga’s skin, an amorous red bruise rising in golden skin. Saga feels a little weak in the knees.
“Come on, Aiolos. A shower and someplace private. You can shower with me,” he cajoles gently. Aiolos finally releases him, catching his hand and smiling brightly.
“Now we're talking!” He chirps. Saga shakes his head fondly.
