You didn’t say what pairing so I get to decide! >:D“I’m not leaving.” Rodimus pulled Drift into a tight hug. “I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.” His voice shrank until it was barely audible. “I can’t lose you.”
Drift hugged him back, his fingertips digging into gaps in Rodimus’ plating.
“My biggest mistake was ever letting you leave.” He nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent. “I’m not going to lose you again. Wherever you go, I go. That’s it.”
Before Drift could get another word out, Rodimus kissed him. He kissed him hard. He kissed him as though he’d disappear if he didn’t.
Drift didn’t mind one bit.
But eventually, he stopped. Tentatively, he pulled away. He kept their forehelms pressed together, though. Smiling a little.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted. “But after everything...” He shrugged. “I thought you wouldn’t want me.”
“Would someone who didn’t want you do this?” Drift kissed him again. He hoped Rodimus knew that his question was rhetorical, because he’d been waiting for this for so long, too, and they had a lot of kiss-less years to make up for.
@humilictedman ↹ ❝ that’s . . . a lot of blood. ❞
THIS SHOULDN’T BE HAPPENING. Not here ; there’s no reason for it. But Sam knew better than that didn’t he? He knew what lurked around every dark corner ; what waited in the wings for unsuspecting civilians to turn their backs on. He knew what monsters were under the beds of the world —he’d been foolish to think he could get away from any of it.
He’d had worse, a few unfortunate slices from a ghost were the least of his worries —but to someone like Kai ; no wonder the other was a little freaked out. “I’m fine—“ He manages, heading in to their dorm room, hobbling through the narrow doorway. It had gotten a few good slashes in with phantom blade before Sam had the chance to finish burning the bones ; but the laceration to his thigh was nearly gushing now ; even with the makeshift tourniquet he’d applied. “I JUST— KAI I NEED A RIDE TO THE HOSPITAL —PLEASE.”
it’s a soft morning, early enough that the quiet hangs heavy in the air and the sun peaks through his blinds in a shy hello, rays lighting up his skin with delicate warmth. it coats his body with ease, limbs stiff from a long night curled up fast asleep and he stretches out, overcome with comfort as the duvet flattens beneath his long legs. beside him, xander stirs. ethan’s no longer surprised to see him already awake when morning hits. he worries that xander doesn’t sleep enough ( because he doesn’t ) but right now that prick of selfishness shines through, because ethan’s glad he isn’t waking up alone. he’s quiet for another minute, just enjoying the warm yellow tones that dance around the room and illuminate the walls, digging his head back into his pillow.
it’s a little overwhelming to feel so satisfied knowing he’s got a full day of non-stop work ahead of him, but he savours the moment regardless and ignores the nagging voice at the back of his head that heads a warning sign. he can worry about it later.
“ morning, ” he hums, rubbing at his eyes with the inner palms of his hands before rolling over lazily, half onto xander and burying himself nose to shoulder. he presses a kiss there, sinking his arms beneath the covers to attach himself fully. one part of him says don’t walk dangerous territory while the other chimes positively, do what you want. and he’s not being brushed off for once, so he takes advantage.
“ good morning, ” ethan feels hands drift up the skin of his back, a finger nudging at the top knob of his spine and he hums again appreciatively. as happy and carefree as he can be, as much as he convinces himself he’s just fine without any company, the feeling of another body has a tendency to overwhelm him unlike anything else.
“ it is a good one, isn’t it? ” it’s leading somewhere. ethan’s head perks back up, curls toppling over to the side but he makes no move to fix it. he’s sure it’s all a mess anyways, hair tangled up from a long night.. not that it bothers him. “ i’ve woken up to a cute boy in my bed. ” there’s the relentless flirting again, though given last night’s activities, it’s tame. ethan laughs, xander smirks.
“ lucky you. ”
“ lucky me, indeed. ” the look makes ethan want to press a kiss to the corner of xander’s mouth and so he does, in some appreciative way. there’s a part of him that knows he should peel himself out from bed, dig around for his clothes and get on with it and a bigger part of him that says you’re friends, don’t complicate it. but ethan’s always been a sucker for a pretty face and getting his hands messy, so he uses the pads of his fingers to smear the lines. “ i don’t get a kiss back? ” he’s kidding entirely – it’s clear he’s riding some high as always, caught up in his own personal euphoria. in typical fashion, it’s like a private joke, some invisible reason that has him emitting flashy smiles and rosy looks.
“ where do you want me to kiss you? ” ethan’s not surprised by the response, just pleased, dimples pressing deep into his cheeks. he pretends to think for a minute, tipping his head again, eyes narrowing in mock concentration.
“ here, i think. ” his index finger trails up to tap at his own forehead and he snorts out laughter when xander obliges, leaning forward to brush his lips there. ethan shakes his head a moment after, unsatisfied, but the smile stays fixated when he sees xander quirk a brow curiously. in response, ethan drags his finger down to apple of his cheek. “ no, no. i think here, actually. ” another kiss and then another pause. he taps at his bottom lip, satisfied this time and his amusement is reflected properly when xander sees where he’s going, clearly greedy and eager. “ no, definitely here. ” ethan muses, waiting again though nothing comes. he shoots xander an inquisitive look, feeling impatient and being met with a stare. behind the gaze he can tell xander is thinking, purposefully making him wait, which only makes ethan more stubborn.
“ oh yeah? ”
“ yes, ” ethan nods firmly, the corner of his mouth tipping up in a lopsided grin, “ positive. ”
“ mmhm, ” xander replies, unmoving as he props himself up to look at ethan properly, eyeing him in some bemused fashion. bigger hands move to gently push ethan’s aside, thumb trailing over one peachy lip before xander finally gives in and kisses him anyways. “ that good? ” his voice is low and quiet, raspy from a night of disuse.
“ perfect. ” the murmur nearly dies between them, mouths pressed together in heat and humour. and it’s true – ethan’s properly content now, a triumphant look gleaming behind his smile.
“ are you sure? ” it’s not over apparently, as xander leans to peck at ethan’s jawline, up just below his ear and down his neck, peppering kisses along the way. it makes ethan squirm in response as xander rolls over onto him, and he huffs, laughing.
“ i’m sure, yes! ”
“ certain? not here instead? ” teeth nip at ethan’s collarbone and he laughs again, hands moving to xander’s sides and unsuccessfully attempting to push him away. not that he really wants to, anyways, but he’s quite ticklish and the way xander grazes over him has those butterflies kicking up a flurry in his stomach.
“ certain. positive. one hundred percent sure! ” ethan insists, voice strained and nearly out of breath. “ you’re squishing me! ”
“ am i? ”
“ yes, you are!”
“ what a shame. ” the smart remark has a half-hearted scowl forming on ethan’s features but his amusement is on full display, still attempting to wriggle out from underneath but it’s futile, he knows. xander is much bigger than he is – even height gets him nowhere – so after a moment ethan finally settles, giving up and going limp, wrinkling his nose and narrowing his eyes at xander as a bitter gesture. he hates the smile he gets in return ¬– hates that he loves it more than he should.
“ maybe, ” it’s more contemplative this time and his breathing finally relaxes, grip loosening and fingertips wandering curiously across xander’s skin. his heart shouldn’t swell like this but it does, so he bites it back and douses it with banter. “ though i don’t think i can find myself ever complaining about you being on top of me. ”
