as much as i would adore making PsyVi merch unforchies since they're not "official" alters and actually fanmade ones it doesn't sit right with me to make money off of them :< it'd be like if someone went and made merch of one of my aus without permission
Psy and vi arguing about who gets to play a new game first and psy holds it out of reach so vi gets sulky and then. vi kisses psy to distract him and catches the game as it falls from green robot's hand (then he runs off and makes 2 play game)
this one is short u___u
"--Psy! Come on, I wanna play first!"
"No way, you've never even played the other games."
"So what, I paid for half of that!"
In a desperate attempt to reach the game, Virus is on top of Psy--reaching out and stretching as far as his body will let him. Alas! His attempt is futile, Psy's arms are longer than his own and with the blond holding him back--there was just no way he'd reach the game. After a few minutes of useless wrestling Virus settles, a pout forming over his lips. Soft laughter floats through Psy's parted lips as he relaxes, grinning and basking in his victory.
"Stop sulking you look like a baby."
"Fuck you."
"Don't be so dramati---"
Surprised by the sudden attack on his lips Psy allows Virus to continue the assault--ignorant to the hand creeping ever closer towards the game until it's been snatched out of his hand.
As quick as the kiss had begun it was over and Virus had locked himself in Psy's bedroom--no way was Psy going to play the game first.
psyvi staying up until 4am playing video games! They get into an argument over who won the game and it turns into makeouts!
this didn't come out exactly like i wanted but i kinda like it so h ere
Crimson hues flutter shut for the briefest moment, controller close to falling as the male's fingers go limp around it; a brief second before those same eyes re-open and fingers tighten once more in a jolt.
That goddamn loading screen was still there.
A scowl forms over Virus' lips as he slumps against the couch and pulls his knees to his chest, glancing over to the blond next to him. Unsure if his eyes decieved him he turns his whole head to look at the blond, positive that the screen would still be in place, and his sights are confirmed--Psy is definitely asleep. With a huff, Virus kicks his leg out and gives the other male a soft kick to the shoulder; jolting the blond out of his sleep.
"--the fuck's your problem?"
Neither of the two had any business being awake at four A.M. In fact, neither of them had any business playing this Call of Duty game, why Virus brought it over in the first place, Psy had no clue and the brunet had not given him a good reason.
"Hey man, you shouldn't be asleep--we've got a game to finish."
Psy grumbles in annoyance and picks up his controller--finally the loading screen is gone and the game has begun--Zombies.
Now Psy remembers why Virus wanted to play this stupid game. "This is the last round I'm playing, Vi."
"Whatever, old man."
Virus, already into the game barely listens to Psy's words and Psy simply sighs and pushes through the round---hoping it'd end soon.
---
"Dude I totally fuckin' beat you, there's no question."
"Virus you literally could not beat me if you tried."
"Whatever, you're just jealous 'cause you fuckin suck at games."
"You are the worst gamer I know--"
In the midst of his sentence, Psy is assaulted with various objects flying in his direction, including; the case for the game; a coke bottle;a pack of cigarettes--the list goes on. Though easy to dodge, the blond ducks forward and tackles the smaller male to the couch; pinning the squirming brunet down.
"Get the fuck off of me."
"Calm down."
"Fuck you."
The words sting yet Psy knows Virus doesn't mean it--they've been in this situation multiple times before and will most likely end up in it again in the future. This is nothing new.
And so Psy leans down to place a soft kiss to Virus' forehead, then his nose. Cheeks. And finally his lips--by now Virus has at least stopped struggling and Psy pulls away, lazily looking at the man beneath him.
They stay this way for a moment, complete silence inbetween the two.
And again, Psy leans down to press his lips against Virus', his tongue delving into the brunet's mouth. In the next moment Virus' hands are freed and hooked about Psy's neck, his legs wrapped around Psy's waist. Slender digits thread into blond locks, and green tinted nails scrape down the brunet's back.
Virus mewls and whines into Psy's lips--breath heavy and cheeks flushed, his lashes flutter to reveal carmine optics hazy with arousal.
"I said fuck you, not fuck me."
The words come out husky and dry from the soft lips now against Psy's cheek--and he can only chuckle into the crook of Virus' neck; nuzzling closer and settling comfortably on top of Virus.
