" Missed me, blue-eyes? " ( @unabsolven )
⎠â âMiss you? Mmm...â Ezreal walks with a bit of swagger, a bit of sway. Itâs been a while since he was aboard the Morning Star, and though he can get attention just about everywhere he goes, thereâs something special in the way Yasuo looks at him. Ezrealâs been gone for a while, working on commissions, and even after upgrading his ship (now safely attached to the Morning Starâs rigging), heâs got a bit left over. Heâs feeling pretty good.Â
   Ezreal drags his fingers along the windowsill as he strides closer, lashes low and suggestive as he watches Yasuo. Theyâve known each other for a while now, and though theyâve spend just as much time together as apart, thereâs something between them thatâs unique. Ezreal trusts Yasuo, and he canât say that for anyone else in the galaxy. Not really. When they first met, Ezreal had been guarded, serious, often prickly, but the more time they spent together the easier Ezreal found it to open up and show off facets of his personality heâd almost forgotten about.Â
   Drawing close now, Ezrealâs fingers graze up his sides, over his back, and back down his spine to rest against Yasuoâs tailbone. But when Ezreal tips his chin up to meet Yasuoâs gaze, his suggestive expression is gone, replaced with a goofy sort of poutânot so dissimilar to the face he makes when he demands a kiss. âMmm.â The other arm loops around Yasuoâs waist and pulls them flush together. âYes.â
   He presses his cheek to Yasuoâs chest, nestling against it as if they were already in bed, going to sleep after a long day, and hums contentedly. âMissed your comfy bed. Been ages since I had one. Missed your lips ... Your cool tech. I thought of something that might really give some power to your shipâs blasters. Or it might make them explode. Thatâs a risk you have to take for science.â








