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Bats at you. Can you talk about Brent and Sophist in Dies Irae, especially in relevance to Sophist’s upbringing? :3 ~@brentolo3

i NEED to talk about this ommmlll

okay! so you know how sophist has so many siblings? yeah, you could tell that he was raised as the middle child for the group -- it gave him more responsibilities on his shoulders that the older ones would have while not being worthy of the privileges that his younger siblings would get. he had been raised to be a good church boy. to follow in their father's footsteps to continue the family name ( since sophist clearly wasn't going to be head of household and main provider ) by marrying some cute girl and have kids with her

it sickened him. just the thought of it -- his future in general -- made him wanted to vomit

the misfortune and growing difficulties affecting sophist's life began to take a toll on him. so much so that sophist had taken one of his brother's guns and headed off to some woods, far away from his home, so he could end it all there. it's gotten to that point, and he would have been successful had it not been for someone finding him beforehand

"what are you dong?"

when sophist answered, he lied and said that he was hunting. hadn't gotten much luck since the deer around there have been skittish lately. the guy just laughed, being like "well, you certainly aren't gonna kill anything with that shitty gun. you need a rifle. something with power and range." to easily and painlessly kill. a clean shot that wouldn't leave a mess. regardless, sophist just shrugged and was about to brush the guy away...but when he turned to look at him, he's surprised that he's standing right next to him. sophist might have been distracted and deep in his thoughts, but he could have sworn that he didn't hear the leaves crunching under his feet

huh...

the guy, naming himself as brent, offered to sit with him and just...talk. and not about stupid shit like sports or the church or the weather. he talked about video games. about how dragon quest 8 is his favorite game of all time, and he had been playing dbd and league. sophist was kinda surprised by the amount of games he's played, saying that he himself played league too! ( it had been one of the few things that his parents didn't care for him doing, save for his siblings teasing him about being some loser that never touched grass or even (god's) light ). maybe they should start playing some time cause...ya know....what else was sophist gonna do with his time lmao

and honestly...it felt nice and refreshing talking to brent. he seemed cool!

brent, after some teasing that made sophist feel warm under the collar for some reason ( it didn't feel like the shitty teases that his siblings or his peers would do. where they actually meant it ), agreed and they exchanged not only online handles but their phone numbers too. that's when it clicked. king of skill.... holy fuck, now he remembered! yeah, sophist would watch a collection of videos and montages that he didn't realize that brent has made until now. they were sort of like his...comfort videos to watch, and to think he would meet the man himself...

what a coincidence!

brent agreed that it's indeed a small world and they sort of sit in silence for a while. just listening to the breeze and birds singing...

"hey, eevee?"

hearing that name from him. it sounded nice...

"yeah?"

when sophist turned to brent, so did the deer that had been eating on some grass. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another. then another-

click!

the barrel of the gun, pointed straight between sophist's eyes, fired uselessly. brent grinned.

"next time, check the chamber before you use it."

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Drabble prompts, huh? :3c how abouuuut “you don’t have to be so gentle with me.”? - @brentolo3

@brentolo3 !! one "vernias doesn't need to be treated with gentle hands but he rlly likes the attention given and it's borderline worshipping with how they treat him" coming right up! (´ε｀ )♡

If there was any way to describe the light in Vernias's eyes, Brent would like to think of it as some divine grace -- a gift not meant for mortal eyes like theirs. The way his cheeks are flushed pink, lips parted to let out soft breaths along with "Mmm... Yeah~.", and long lashes fluttering in bliss... He blinked a few times, regaining focus to stroke at Vernia's cheek with his thumb as his gaze drifted over to Nick. His head bobbed in a steady rhythm with his tongue flattening and dragging underneath Vernias's cock, brown eyes glittering in a mischievous yet fond light whenever he glanced up at the pair. Vernias had his head laid upon Brent's lap ( he had to resist to joke about brent's apparent arousal at the sight ) with Sophist at Brent's side -- the man gave kisses not only to him, but to Vernias occasionally where the affection behind them faltered not one bit. Vernias heaved out a soft chuckle after a bout of kisses. "Guys, c'mon... Mmn." He slightly jumped at the faint brush of teeth scraping at his cock, but Nick had meant it as a tease rather than a warning. Not like it's stopped him on the occasions whenever the bastard wanted to be cheeky. The leisurely, almost lazy, start to this made Vernias feel relaxed, a floating feeling as though he's laying upon a fluffy cloud, but there's an itch that couldn't be scratched. The static electricity that beckons to be released from stormy clouds threatening to pour on a humid day. Placing one hand on Nick's soft hair and holding Sophist's hand, he sank into their hold further until he's mesmerized -- hypnotized -- by the attention. Vernias's legs went slack from their opened position, the soreness in his thighs becoming like a pleasant buzzing sensation that traveled up his body. Sophist planted another kiss on his lips, one that Vernias lazily reciprocated. He panted out a breathy, "You don't...h-have to be so gentle with me..." before a thumb popped past slick lips. Eyes flickered up at Brent, then Vernias couldn't help but offer a small bite. Not enough to break skin or threaten to draw blood, but a suitable amount to sting. Brent hardly flinched; instead, he chuckled lowly as he reached down with his other hand to lightly scratch at his exposed abdomen from where his shirt had rode up. Sophist followed after by riding it further up until it bunched up under his pits. Vernias moaned around Brent's thumb as large hands fondled at his pecs like they were a woman's busty chest. They squeezed at the skin then brushed against his nipples, making him arch in need. His jaw went slack, loosening around Brent's thumb but Vernias slyly ran his tongue along it like he's mimicking Nick's motions. His lascivious display caused a rumble of a growl out of Brent's throat, making Vernias feel a swelling of pride in his chest. Speaking of which, Sophist had lowered himself down to face it, leaving wet spots and darkening marks made by his teeth along his chest and around his nipples. Nick went faster thereafter, fingers teasing at his puckering hole but never really breaching past the ring of muscle. He licked one long trail up his cock, giving the head a sweet kiss before wrapping his lips around the entire length to encourage Vernias to cum. Which, after the lengthy session of nothing but make outs and fondling, he finally did as he released into Nick's awaiting mouth. The younger man gasped in rapid intakes as pleasure washed through him, wave after blissful wave. As he's pulled down from the heavenly clouds with a pleased smile, Vernias's eyes fluttered close just as a quiet conversation took place above him, followed by the sounds of lips smacking together and someone whimpering out a name.

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heyyyyy jaunty :] luring you out from the small hole in my wall 🪤 can you share your thoughts on brent and sophist and sadomasochism? ~@brentolo3 <3

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LASKDFLA omg... okay, i wanna talk about it cause it's so fascinating to think about, esp after talking about it with ya lasdkfla

so, the thing with sm, along with bdsm, is that when you first hear it, you immediately think of chains, bondage, absolute pain, and the real kinky shit. and that's part of it! however, i would argue that it's considerably the most trusting of all practices -- you are basically indulging with what makes you very vulnerable and having it be exploited by someone you love and trust. what would normally scare people gives you the utmost comfort when you first get strapped in or you feel that riding crop up your thigh. it allows individuals to expand the boundaries of their sexuality

( on that note, a very interesting read about sm! )

for brent, taking part as the role of a sadist is an interesting one. he isn't one to rlly submit, physically or emotionally. not to say he's a control freak, but his mind does wonder on what it would be like to just...take control. control their will, their needs, dangle their freedom in front of them to see how far a person will go in terms of experiencing pain and humiliation. there had also been thoughts on like.... he doesn't like or want to hurt people. he truly doesn't, yet those intrusive thoughts start to creep up on him. there are often times when he thought about having to smack someone after they mouth off at him. punish someone after they've done something so fucking stupid that he feels the need to throw their head into the ground over and over again. his anger, unadulterated and unfiltered, is kinda visceral to the point that it scares him a lil bit. he already doesn't handle emotions well nor does he stop and dwell on them for any longer than he's comfortable, so the fact that he'd have to restrain himself at times would be concerning lol

he does take it out on gaming, whether with rivals or some other, but it doesn't satisfy that itch in him. doesn't feel that ego rush after bringing someone to their knees or whimpering at what he's done. he wants to see someone writhing underneath him. to look up at him with fear, devotion, and above all -- love :) he isn't the type to say "i love you". he doesn't need to hear it to be comforted or satisfied

just laying there, vulnerable and exposed to his eyes and letting him strip you down to the bone, is more than enough for him :)))

for sophist, it'd be no surprise that he'd enjoy receiving pain more than he does inflicting it. he's essentially this:

i just think it's very interesting to view this as like...an antithesis to having vernias love him and dote on him?? like yeah, it feels very good and warm to be loved by vernias and even nick, but sometimes...sometimes he likes to be admired in a different way. that someone else will love him for the more...personal flaws of him lmao. that he's still more desirable even when he's all beaten up and degraded / humiliated or when he's saying the most vile shit and still being sought after to be tamed

travvy also thought of a good point with it -- "almost a facet of religious trauma. The idea that you have to suffer and sacrifice to be good, to be deserving, exaggerated to such a strong degree"

like he can't help the insecurities and his own intrusiveness either. in his mind, he has to be punished for that, for sure, or at least…learn that having that and some not so pleasant thoughts can be good for someone, whether to be used to set him straight or what have you. it's also due to the fact that sophist still has to act or be…normal?? towards vernias and nick. like not as a facade or anything where he's being deceitful, but he still doesn't trust himself to not hurt either of them, either with his words or actions. with brent, it's like he's free to act worst because brent will simply take it out on him instead of feeling hurt or offended

and that's what this whole routine is for them: it's about sincerely coming across something new in someone, something new to learn, something they didn't know yet, didn't get to get close to before. that primal desire to understand each other even when they're already obsessed with one another ( srsly, the amount of times brent just has sophist in mind, a lil more than sophist does with brent, is extremely noteworthy lmao ). it's them asking each other:

"do you rlly love me despite what i am capable of doing?"

"do you rlly love me despite what i am doing to you? what i am making you do?"

"do you rlly love me despite how much you give me? how much you take away from me?"

"do you rlly love me when i take you apart? after you've witnessed me defiling you then putting the pieces back together?"

"do you rlly love me when you tremble after i say a specific word? when you can read the small tics and gestures on my face and in my words and tremble on what will come later on?"

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“they're counting on me to fix this.” Smth smth Clandestine :3 ~@brentolo3

hehehehe. why not shine a spotlight on your blorbo? ♡ (ʘ ꒳ ʘ✿)

"Brent, wait-"

Vernias, stumbling on his feet when the king continued his brisk walk, flapped his wings to float towards him. "Brent, you really think this is the time and place to worry about this? That was so long ago, and Nick needs our help more than ever right now." Almost offended that Brent hadn't given him attention or even replied in any manner, the angel huffed and sharply flew up with wings nearly slapping against the floor. He dropped down in front of Brent, straightening up with his arms crossed.

Pink eyes met with a dark gaze. A look so stormy and heavy that it would have given anyone a pause. A minute to reflect whether it is a wise idea to challenge the king.

Vernias was not one of those people.

Servants and other noble figures calmly walked their way around them, deliberately bowing their heads to prevent accusations of eavesdropping. When he reached down to take hold of Brent's hands, the king hadn't pulled away. Those fingers, scarred and powerful, slightly curled around the angel's own yet Vernias hadn't comment on it.

He continued, with his features softening in concern. "I know you're still bothered by what Sophist has done to me-"

There, he gasped when Brent tore away from his grasp, incredulity etched on his face. "Bothered? Vernias, he fucking hurt you. Tossed you around like you were some toy and you think I'm just inconvenienced by that? I know you're wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, for some fucking reason, but that's out of line. He should know better!" He pointedly ignored Vernias's hardened gaze, a shadow looming over those pink eyes, as he walked around him.

"Besides, I know Nick needs help. It's not like I can't set my mind on different things. And now...because of your visit with Eevee..." He turned to face the angel. "...I have to answer to your people. About why I haven't given you protection or escorted with you to him."

Vernias blinked, surprised by this information. Taken aback, he can only stammer out, "Wh-What do you mean? I don't understand-"

"Of course you don't," came Brent's sharp retort, the words slicing deep in the pit of Vernias's stomach as though he had been attacked by a blade. "This is what I mean, Vernias. You can't keep yourself in the clouds -- sometimes literally -- and around us most of the time because you're ignorant of these things. You're still a leader to your own goddamn people! They're counting on not only you, but Nick and I to protect this land. You can't keep worrying us with this!"

The angel swallowed a thick lump threatening to clog his throat. His arms fell at his sides, wings bristling as he did when he scowled at the king. "Hey, it's not my fault that I gotta make sure you two bozos aren't neglecting yourselves! You especially, Brent." He stepped towards the king, unashamed with his own frustrations bleeding out. "You can't do shit if you aren't taking care of yourself and just...just thinking about for yourself for once! Cintir can't continue on if their king is losing himself by being optimal every single time."

A glove can be heard crinkling as Brent's fingers curled into a fist.

"Vernias-"

"No, Brent. Just listen! I can take care of myself, and if I have to actually pay attention for once, then so be it! I'll do that! If only you promise to not stress yourself out like this. I know what I was getting into when I visited Sophist. I know that Sophist is more than capable of hurting people. You think I just went there without knowing that? Why do you and Nick treat me like I'm...I'm naive or something?!"

Brent inhaled deeply. Something flickered in that dark gaze that it actually gave Vernias doubt. He hoped that it hadn't shown on his features. He really didn't like the way his best friend looked at him right then and there.

Vernias honestly believed that Brent was going to punch him.

Or worse...

Instead, the king lets out a heavy breath; a weight visibly seen upon his shoulders that it made the angel falter. Vernias reached up to place a hand on a shoulder. It's when Brent gave him such a heated look that he froze midway. He watched as Brent turned on his heel, his cape fluttering behind him in his swift movement when he walked down the corridor.

"They're counting on me to fix this. You're right about one thing, Vern." The angel's hand, still up to reach out towards the king, shook before slowly lowering. "You don't understand. If you want to make yourself useful, go check up on Nick. You two know each other more than anyone else."

Vernias watched him walk away with his jaw slack, Brent became smaller and smaller in his wide eyes.

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Picking you up out of your rat hole and holding you in my fist. You. Come here

Imagining Brent and Sophist moving in together. They’re alone together for the first time, all the time. Neither of them particularly get out except for errands, Brent’s runs to keep in shape, Eevee occasionally likes to take a walk, but they’re usually just. Together. Alone. Constantly. And they both thought they’d love it, and they do! They do

It’s just … overwhelming, at times. Love it too much. Sophist feels guilty because he already thought about Brent all the time, and now it feels like he’s getting obsessive, crossing boundaries, veering too romantic with his Bro, his Friend, he’s pushing too much and wanting too much and-

And then Brent casually reveals this massive catalogue of photos and videos and just things of him. Every selfie that Sophist has ever sent him, most of them ridiculous and ugly-on-purpose. Every photo of himself that he’s posted, much more put together but often still very goofy. Screenshots of messages that Brent particularly liked. So many stream clips and videos they’ve made and videos that Sophist made, videos he didn’t even know that Brent watched. Notes about food and drinks he mentions liking. Notes about his family and events that Sophist has brought up

Notes upon notes upon notes, things that Brent has never come back to, things that Sophist assumed went in one ear and out the other. Because it’s Brent. He’s a great friend, funny, protective, but he’s Brent, he’s off in his own world, he’s easily distracted, he’s — Well. Apparently, he’s easily distracted by Eevee. And now Eevee has to figure out where to go from here

~ @brentolo3

I HAVE. been grisped. out of my rat hole ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ !!!

but yeah, that's such a concept to believe, huh? the fact that these two would actually be alone together -- they usually have either nick or vern with them so they could never rlly be quite together alone. hell, even being at a hotel didn't feel right since they were still out and about, ya know?

see, these two are never one to talk about feelings. esp anything romantic and sexual wise. which is kinda alsdkal difficult enough as is since they're gonna be communicating about their bdsm dynamics and all down the line. but here? it's like they're...not exactly walking on thin ice, but blindly walking thru your home that you know like the back of your hand. like you know every corner, where things are so you don't accidentally stub your toe, you know where the rooms are -- it's still scary to think about something lingering somewhere, but you know your way around regardless. sophist felt that way towards brent -- he knew his way thru brent's bullshit and habits, but how far was he willing to explore? he already has issues ( to him ) with vernias and nick; how in the hell would he be able to wade thru these murky waters with goddamn brent?

then, it happens! the lights come back on....

...and eevee finds himself at home. not his own, but theirs

the realization that he not only shares the same space as brent, but he's being told about all these notes, pictures, and videos that are of him. entirely him. like brent was cutting out everything that wasn't sophist and pressing them into a scrapbook. that's what it felt like, right? several pages of nothing but scribbled notes about what sophist likes to eat, what he tends to buy as lil treats for himself -- and offhanded writing on the side like they were brent's thoughts at the moment. they barely scratch the surface, but they are hastily written down as tho he'd been worried that they would disappear forever if he took his mind off them for a second

and that's not counting the numerous pictures and videos of himself brent has on his phone. fuck...

not sure if eevee finds it hot, in a disturbing / violating way, or if it starts to make his own insecurities and doubts rattle away

"why?"

"why not?"

"...ha. you idiot."

suddenly, it's not so scary in the darkness after all :> not when that something in it guides you thru to safety <333 like...brent and sophist don't have to see it, don't even have to call out to know what it is. all they can feel is that warm hand in theirs -- of each other. a wordless warmth exchanged between them <333

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“Were you a good pet all day?” 🥺 for whatever ship sparks your passion ~~@brentolo3 why won’t tumblr let me tag myself okay whatever haiii

haaaaiiiii 🥺🥺🥺 have a thing with brent and nick since they've been on the mind lately hehehehe x3

Brent let out a wheeze when he felt that grip around his wrist slowly loosen. Nick had no reason to be nervous -- to act guilty -- the moment the other man airily commented that he had been behaving extremely well lately. Too casual and innocuous, perhaps, for their current situation with the tip of Brent's lubed cock beginning to brush against Nick's hole. It teased along the rim, never quite catching or even close to pushing its way in to be satisfying.

Word travels fast within their group, and it isn't like Sophist to keep a secret or two ( from Brent, at least ) if it meant that someone else was going to get punished.

"What's wrong, pup?" A hand traveled its way slowly up the back of Nick's thigh, feeling the muscle twitch then tighten. Whines surfaced from the back of his throat thanks to the gag preventing him from speaking, brown eyes adorably big and pleading. His hands, bound at the wrists then raised from where they were lowered to grasp at Brent, now hang limp at his chest underneath the O-ring of his collar -- the perfect image of how a dog should look. "Hm? You're sorry?" Simple words, dumbed down enough to get the message across, especially for energetic puppies like Nick, who hungered for every ounce of praise he could get.

An impudent hum rumbled from Brent, followed by a sharp smack where his palm met Nick's ass cheek. He relished in the surprised yelp, Nick shrinking into himself even more. The guilt might as well swallowed him whole, given how much effort the puppy was doing to maintain eye contact with his owner. "And here I am, being so nice and letting you be on my bed..."

Smack! Another yelp.

"Just."

Smack!

"This."

Smack!

"Once."

Nick bit down on the bone-shaped gag hard after the second swat. Tears welled up in his beseeching eyes, unable to hold back one that traveled down his cheek. A long whine ripped out of him, consistent of a dog's as he wiggled his hips. He didn't dare try to push down. Not when Brent held a seemingly bored expression as if debating on whether this is worth his time or not. "I'm going to ask again..." Brent uttered out, his hand rubbing along the sore cheek and his eyes piercing straight into Nick's.

"Were you a good pet all day?"

Another tear rolled down. His cock twitched despite his wide, despondent eyes, head bobbing up and down in desperation. He was! He had been a good puppy! Vernias always said so, and it isn't like Brent should take Sophist's word since his own pet gives him so much trouble at times. Nick spreads his legs wider, knees aching from the position he's forced into for who knew how long.

Just when the puppy was about to sob, he jumped when he felt deft fingers wrapping around his neglected cock. They tightened around it just as Brent clicked the roof of his mouth as he pushed himself in.

With a shocked bark, Nick arched his back as every inch shoved deep past resisting muscle. Brown eyes rolled to the back of his head when Brent started a coarse rhythm after giving the puppy time to adjust. The bed creaked underneath them with every roll and rough thrust pistoning straight into that sweet spot that had the puppy's body jerking.

Nick clenched around Brent's cock as his orgasm rapidly approached, barreling towards him like a violent tsunami. Nails dug into him in response, Brent gritting his teeth as he finally loosened his hold around Nick's cock to stroke him near mercilessly. Oversensitive at this point, the puppy lets out a blissful cry as ropes of cum shot out of him, staining at his abdomen and chest. Warmth filled him deeply, Nick falling deeper into his headspace into a blanket of cozy fuzziness and a cloudy haze.

His lashes fluttered when fingers drew close to scratch under his chin. They then reached up to unclasp the gag from behind Nick's head, thin strings of saliva connecting from Nick's mouth to the gag before breaking. Brent lowered down to press his lips against his, snickering when Nick swiped his tongue out to give him sweet puppy kisses at the corner of his mouth.

"So fucking cute," he wheezed out, planting a kiss at Nick's chin. They will have to untangle themselves from each other to clean up at some point but for now, Brent didn't mind having to cuddle his puppy for the next hour or two. He kept down a hiss when Nick pushed his hips down and snuggled up to him with a contented sigh.

Yeah, bath time can certainly wait, Brent thought with his fingers running through messy brown locks.

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“I know you get scared when I’m away.” for Nick and Vern for meee your friiiend :3 pleeease @brentolo3

*excitedly pitter patters around you at your feet like some gremlin* YIPPEEEEE!! :3c !! @brentolo3 <333 something cute for ya~

It had started with a missed call. Something innocuous as a call simply going into voicemail but for Vernias, it only formed as worry that began to manifest as a little ball in the pit of his stomach.

It was fine! Perfectly fine for his boyfriend to head out, right before stormy, threatening clouds started rolling in, and to not check in like he usually does whenever he had to be out for a certain amount of time.

A college friend had called Nick up, wondering if he's willing to drop them off at the airport that wasn't too far from where they lived. It's a good twenty minutes to half an hour to get there, but Vernias and Nick knew all too well about the headache-inducing traffic that started right around this time of day where the lanes would be packed bumper to bumper. Not only that, but it's absolute hell to travel down the freeway if the weather decided to be uncooperative.

Despite that, Nick had agreed and promised Vernias that he'd return before it got too dark since he himself isn't too keen on driving at night.

That had been two hours ago.

Vernias didn't want himself to worry; he knew better than to fret over the worst case scenarios ( which admittedly, did the job well when nausea threatened to form with each one dire than the last popped in mind ). However, when the third attempt to call once again led to Nick's voicemail, Vernias found himself more than anxious.

A strange feeling arose in the back of his throat, like a fierce drought, and his hold on the plushie that Nick gifted him a while ago tightened as Vernias sat at their bed with the phone still at his ear.

"C'mon, dude..." he quietly huffed out, ignoring the way his stomach tightened as that pit of worry festered into something akin to dread. "Pick up. I know your ass is still stuck in traffic, but..." Trailing off when it didn't bother to go through the process of ringing like before, he swallowed nervously. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes, his hand shooting up to wipe them away as he rose to his feet to start pacing.

"Nick!"

Not really to anything or anyone in particular, even if he said it straight into his phone. Vernias didn't want to risk going on the internet or turning on the TV to see the news, potentially seeing a report about some crash at the freeway or something else that might have occurred in their area. Just the thought of Nick in any form of harm or distress only added weight to the dread, the anxiety rearing its ugly head to gnaw at whatever comfort Vernias made for himself.

He hadn't realized that he paced around the room, then towards downstairs where the front door was until the flash of lightning followed by the crack of thunder made him jump. Shit, how long had it been raining? He hadn't even noticed the downpour that was pattering heavily against the windows -- Vernias could have sworn he heard the little taps of hailstones.

The lights hadn't been on, save for the one in their bedroom, and Vern flinched whenever lightning flashed -- the shadows that elongated and distorted with every flash appeared more threatening than they should. He shuts his eyes as he went to sit where the loveseat is in the living room, right after he flicked the light on.

Just as he was about to settle in, he heard it. Vernias popped his head up as a key inserted into the lock then turning. The moment he saw his boyfriend, shivering from being drenched in the frigid storm, Vernias dropped what was in hand and raced to him. "Oh my god, are you okay?!" he exclaimed the moment his arms wrapped around the other man, ignoring the startled protests from him.

"Vern! Bro, hang on, I'm a little wet here-"

"Are you okay?!" Vernias repeated, not at all caring about his own clothes getting wet. He stared up with concerned eyes, warm hands reaching up to cradle at Nick's face. He didn't miss the way the other nuzzled into heated palms, lashes fluttering in content before they lowered to embrace him. "I've been calling you and calling you... I really thought that something happened. I just...you know, I didn't want to think that..."

Nick snorted quietly, fondness cushioning what could have been interpreted as dismissive. "Didn't realize that I was coming home to a surprise. You were thinking for once, huh?" His smile widened to a proud grin when Vernias huffed up at him, quickly continuing the moment his mouth opened to retort. "But yeah, sorry, Verny. I didn't realize that I hadn't charged my phone before I left and it was at ten percent.

By the time I dropped them off, it was already at five and I didn't want to get distracted when I was driving..."

At the nickname ( no matter how much the shorter male complained about it ), Vernias found himself letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. The way it rumbled from Nick eased the tension strung at his shoulders, and he maintained his tight embrace around him. Even the roaring thunder did little to frighten him, especially when Nick's arms wrapped around him. He dug his nose into those curls, his eyes closing as Nick let out a sigh.

"I got here as fast as I could, Vern."

Vern briefly moved away to gaze up with an inquisitive, but relieved look. When Nick brushed his knuckles along his cheek, he mirrored Nick's earlier gesture with his long lashes fluttering. Lips reached down to peck at his boyfriend's, chuckling at the whine when he chased after them when Nick pulled away. “I know you get scared when I’m away. I promise to keep you updated the next time I'm gone, okay?"

"You promise?"

This time, the kiss shared between them had deepened the minute their lips touched. Vernias reached up to wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him close and flushed against his body. Nick lets out a groan as their tongues rolled together, nodding as he pulled away to press slick lips against Vern's forehead. "Promise," he repeated with a smile, helping Vernias shed his drenched clothes off as they stumbled back to the bedroom all the while.

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Brent stim board for me … for your Travvy…….. maybe dies irae au that could be interesting 🥺 -@brentolo3

omg..... twavvy 🥺🥺 heh. i've posted it :3c