hand kisses for theo/anders? 🫶
(prompt from here)
2. hand kisses (241 words)
The gash is deep enough that Anders needs to cut away the bottom half of Theo's leathers, the old ties giving way under his knife with ease.
"Idiot," he hisses under his breath as Theo grits his teeth against the jostling. "Thought I told you to stop jumping in front of me like that."
"Thought I told you to stand back," Theo fired back, his monotone voice not wavering even an inch despite the blood gushing out of his abdomen.
Anders presses his palms hard into the wound, staunching the blood less with the pressure than with the magic that pours its way out of him, and he feels the muscles under his hands relax as the spell starts taking effect and knitting his lover back together.
Once, he had looked at the crisscrossing scars on Theo's skin with admiration, even lust. He'd thought Theo a storybook hero, invincible. Now, they were just a reminder of how many times Anders had nearly lost him.
He closes the wound all the way before Theo can protest. He didn't need the reminder.
"Stubborn," he grits out.
Theo catches Anders when he goes to pull away, his large, callused hand completely encircling his wrist. When Anders pauses, Theo shifts his grip and brings Anders' hand to his lips, barely seeming to mind his own blood smeared across his palms as he presses a kiss to his lover's knuckles.
"Only because I love you."
Idiot.