the first time erik’s lips grazed the smaller male’s throat in gentle, slow kisses. stuck in the back room of a bar whose name erik could no longer recall, his hands roaming up the other’s sides to hike up his shirt to allow access to the pale skin that glowed in the dim lighting. the first time erik left marks like artwork on nico’s body. when erik first saw the smile that graced nico’s face as he laughed at some crude joke that erik wasn’t paying attention to. no, all erik could see was the way nico’s eyes scrunched up as he smiled, the way his eyes didn’t look like they held every bit of hatred in the world. it caused erik’s heart to skip a beat. it still does. the day nico was comfortable enough to tell him more about himself. not only did erik fall in love with nico’s voice, but he fell in love with his heart, his soul, his personality. it was the day erik realized that nico was an absolute treasure, one to be kept and held close at all times. as nico slept beside him in a king sized bed, with plenty of space to spread out, yet he remained curled up against erik’s side, as erik’s fingers trailed up and down the male’s spine rhythmically at exactly 3:56 a.m. the first time they ever fought, when nico picked up the nearest object and flung it in erik’s direction. when it shattered against the wall and erik flinched, he realized something. nico was not someone to be fighting with, but someone to be fighting for.
