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Phayu hummed, his shoulders relaxing, and drawing Rain’s attention to what he could see of his outfit. He licked his lips, a little startled when he could taste the creamy and slightly thick frosting that was left behind.
Phayu looked good like he always did. Who said Rain wasn’t allowed to have eye candy while also being sad?
Phayu sighed and then crossed his arms again, the black of his t-shirt cutting into the bulging of his muscles and making them stand out even more. If Rain wasn’t so sad...
Rain rolled his eyes, the decision to not have a sore ass flying out of the window.
or: a day in the life ft. biting, making out, emotional hurt/comfort, hugs, insecurities, and cake. can't forget about the cake.