#ae.drabble

[aethercoreheart]

zayne's thumb hovers over your name on the screen. he wants to call you, but he's hesitating for a few reasons. it's late, you're probably already asleep, and both of you have just started going out exclusively and seriously. he's not sure if you've reached the stage of your relationship where he can call you in the middle of the night without it being a burden. but he's feeling restless from his shift at the hospital. there's a small sense of comfort that you can bring him just by talking to him, even if it's just for a few minutes.

he presses down on the screen. the line starts to ring. his heart is beating quickly, and he feels guiltier as each ring finishes. he's about to hang up and just leave it be when your voice comes through from the other end, croaky and thick with sleep.

"zayne? hello?"

"sorry," he mutters. "did i wake you?"

"well, yes," you chuckle. "it's almost two in the morning. what's wrong?"

"forget it," he says quickly. "sorry to disturb you. go back to sleep."

"no, it's okay. i'm awake now anyway. what's up?"

silence. zayne is thinking of what to say.

"i just... wanted to hear your voice."

you pause for a moment.

"like... like this?"

he smiles to himself. "yes. just like this."

"tough shift at the hospital?"

"yes."

"well, i'm glad you called me."

"you are?"

"sure. it's nice to know that i'm the first person you thought to call."

his smile grows wider. his shoulders feel lighter, his chest feeling less tight. "thank you," he whispers. "i'll let you go back to sleep."

"are you sure? i don't mind staying on the line a little longer."

"i'm alright now. more than alright. good night."

[aethercoreheart]

you get a bad haircut and...

xavier immediately goes on his phone to look up hairstyles that will suit your new haircut and tries them out with you until you find ones that you like. helps you do them whenever you get ready until you get used to doing them yourself.

zayne tries to comfort you by saying that it'll grow out, and then goes out and buys you all sorts accessories: headbands, hats, clips, etc. and he spends the day with you trying them out, and even lets you play with his hair, knowing that it'll make you feel better.

rafayel wants to confront your hairdresser (you plead with him not to). he ends up watching tutorials online on what you want, takes a pair of scissors, and fixes your hair himself.

sylus immediately sends stylists to your place, and arrives with them, staying the entire time, making sure you get exactly what you want.

caleb shaves his head in solidarity with you. says "now we're both ugly" and you want to smack him because even with a buzzcut, he still looks good.

[aethercoreheart]

"This is gorgeous," you murmur as your fingers flit over the collar of Rafayel's shirt. The shirt is made of silk, and is a deep, dark maroon. The neckline plunges sharply into the edge of his pecs, showing off the toned outlines of his muscles. Your fingers find their way down his clavicle and over his chest, pausing over the plumpest part of it.

"Mmmm," he hums, his eyes on your hand. "I thought you'd like it. I forgot about it until I saw it in the closet last night. I figured it would have been perfect for tonight."

He's paired the shirt with a delicate gold chain that rests against his skin. Your mouth waters as your hand goes up to it, tempted to use it to yank him towards you. But you have to be out the door in the next five minutes or else both of you will be late to the opera. You've both been invited to a performance of Tristan und Isolde and cannot afford to be late. You would embarrass both yourselves and your host.

"We have to go," Rafayel breathes, his voice husky. He seems to be thinking the same thing you are. "The show starts soon."

"Just... just a second," you tell him, your brows furrowing. You peel back the collar slightly, leaning down to place your lips on his skin. You aim for a place that's just hidden by the collar of the shirt, between his clavicle and his pec. Rafayel hisses in surprise as your teeth graze his skin, but he doesn't stop you. Your teeth latch onto him, and you suckle at his flesh, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. You lean back and admire your work, watching as his fair skin starts to turn red from your bite. It's definitely going to bruise.

He looks at you, eyes glazed over, panting softly, his mouth hanging open slightly. You fold the collar back over his skin, pleased with yourself. You're aware that part of the bruise will be peeking past the edge of the shirt. Exactly how you want it. You pat him on the chest quickly, giving him a wink.

"Okay, let's go," you chirp, turning on your heel as you start to head off. "We don't know what traffic's going to be like. Can't be late."

[aethercoreheart]

caleb's aftercare must be soooo nice... him kissing you right after finishing and telling you to stay right where you are while he goes and grabs a towel... him wiping you down gently and with so much care, being intentional to make sure he cleans every bit of you... him noticing the small marks he's left on you after gripping you just a little too tightly... him kissing you softly on said marks, murmuring his apologies because he got carried away and got too rough... him slowly getting turned on again as he continues to wipe you down, but restraining himself after seeing how tired you are... him getting you a glass of water and making you finish it before he gets back into bed with you... him whispering praises in your ear as he cuddles with you, telling you how good you felt and how well you did... him holding you as you doze off in his arms, enjoying the way your skin feels against his, the way you let out soft little sighs as you fall asleep in his embrace

[aethercoreheart]

inspired by the forehead artwork by sesamefruit on twt... how would they react if you suddenly pushed their hair back during a steamy makeout session?

xavier would pause as you reach up, and he'd let you run your hand through his hair and push it away from his face. but at the same time, his hand would be trailing slowly down your sternum, down your torso and would go under your shirt and lightly start grazing your skin underneath it, all while maintaining eye contact. if you are going to tease him, then without a doubt, he is teasing you in retaliation. neither of you want to be the one to give in first.

zayne would pull away slightly to give you more leverage to push his hair back, but as soon as you let go, he returns the favor by weaving his fingers through yours as well. he would then grip you by the hair and pull you in again for the kiss, keeping his hand in your hair while the other pulls you in by the neck, digging into your skin so hard that you feel like it might bruise.

rafayel would melt the second your hand is in his hair. he would lean into your grip, like a cat rubbing up against the hand patting it. he would moan, and you would be inclined to do it again and again, enjoying the way he reacts to your touch. the moment you pull away, he'd pull you in again for this kiss, with more heat and desperation than before.

sylus would go absolutely still and let you run your hand all the way through his hair. he'd look at you through half-closed eyelids, with a small smirk on his face. before you can pull away, he'd grab you by the wrist and start trailing kisses from your wrist and up your arm, biting your flesh in some places. he'd listen to your breathing get heavier, while you're practically pulling him in, desperate to have his lips on your neck.

caleb would go wide-eyed and stop moving. he'd start breathing heavily and tilt his head so you can get a better grip on his hair. you'd see how much he enjoys it so you grip harder, and he'd whimper softly. with your fingers still in his locks, you'd pull him in for a kiss again, but stop just before your lips touch, teasing him. he'd squirm under your grip, his eyes begging you to come in for the kiss, his mouth half-open, ready for it.

[aethercoreheart]

caleb being away from you on missions for weeks at a time so you leave a little surprise for him during one of them... while helping him pack for his latest mission, you fold his uniform shirts but you put some lipstick on and lightly kiss the shirts, just below the collar on the inside. it isn't visible from the outside and can come out in a single wash. caleb notices the first one when taking off his uniform for the day. "hm. weird. maybe it's just a smudge." then he notices it the next day on another shirt. he goes through all of his shirts, finding the kiss marks you've left. he sets a single shirt aside, deciding not to wear it or wash it. he goes through all of them, but leaves that shirt untouched. he looks at it and holds it gently whenever he has a rough day, counting down the days until he sees you again.

[aethercoreheart]

caleb, who's used to jerking off silently because you used to sleep in the room across from his, finally has his first time with you. he's silent the entire time too, save for some heavy breathing, so you stop, concerned, and ask him "are you not having fun? does it not feel good?" and he's taken aback and says "of course it feels good!" and you go "then why are you so quiet..." and it's like a dam breaks. you encourage him to be as loud as he wants to be, and soon, he's a whimpering, whining mess, thanks to you coaxing it out of him

[aethercoreheart]

whenever you share a serving of fries with xavier, he never eats the smaller, crunchier ones. he passes them to you instead, and you take them, munching on them happily. you enjoy feeling the crunch when you bite down on them, and they're always more flavorful. you always wonder why he doesn't like them, but you never get around to asking. one night, when you order takeout for dinner, he gets himself some fries with his meal, and he offers to share with you, but you decline - you're not really feeling like fries that evening. you notice that he's not sectioning out his fries like he usually does - he just eats them all indiscriminately, including the small, crunchy ones.

"hey, i thought you didn't like the crunchy ones."

xavier blinks at you. "huh? i do. i like them a lot."

you frown. "then why do you pawn them off to me every time we share fries?"

he grins at you. "because i know you love them. and as much as i like them too, i like seeing you enjoy them more."