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♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
Hand automatically flying up to cover the grin on his face, Dex leaned against the door frame, pure awe in his eyes. When they weren't fighting, they were nothing short of sickeningly adorable, despite Holden's attempts to stay manly. Dex was pretty sure he'd never seen anything more endearing than Holden wearing one of his shirts. Their size differences always made for interesting ways of wearing each other's clothing. Dex was taller, but much lankier than Holden. So Holden's clothes fit him loosely and rode up a bit on his hips. Whereas his tees would be long, sleeves past his hands, and comfortably tighter on Holden. "You look adorable. We should get behind on laundry more often," he teased, grin on his face. "Maybe you can just live in my shirts and I'll keep all yours."
♕: Holding hands
"You’re ridiculous, babe, you know that?" Ryker scoffed, his tone playful and light. The words held no bile at all, they were just part of his usual way of speaking. Every few seconds of walking, Kian's gaze would trail between them, or he'd "accidentally" brush his fingers against Ryker's, hinting at what he wanted, but then apologizing a split second later. Locking his fingers with Kian's, Ryker then gave his hand a light squeeze, offering him a smile. "We're... y'know, dating now. You can hold my freakin' hand."
♤: Taking a bath together
Soft sighs fell past both their lips as the pair leaned into the warm water, stretching out in the ridiculously over-sized bathtub in the hotel. Their anniversary celebration meant splurging on themselves, taking a weekend trip to one of the fanciest hotels in the city. Dex leaned back, resting his head on Holden's shoulder. "We should invest in one of these back at my place. How nice would that be?" He reached to touch a kiss to Holden's jaw, settling in and making himself comfortable as he didn't plan on moving for qutie some time.
♣: Back scratches
Whenever possible, Ryker’s hands were on Kian. He never knew what it was, but it wasn’t unlikely to see Ryker touching Kian however he could. From the simplest touches to the more intense ones saved for private moments, they were always making constant touches in one way or another. He even loved the simple back scratches-- just absently, lightly dragging nails up and down Kian's back, smiling at the way his boyfriend sighed and leaned into his touch, squirming every now and again to feel his nails against a certain area on his back. "Try not to fall asleep on me again, babe," he teased, running his free hand through Kian's hair when all he got was a low hum from the boy.
â™™:Â Sharing a bed
"Scoot over, will you?" Dexter mumbled, voice small and drifting. Half asleep somewhere near three in the morning when Holden had just crawled into bed, Dex didn't have much of a mind for arguing. Unless it came to giving up too much bed space, which he would never do. "Gimme room or just cuddle with me," he practically slurred, a sign of his exhaustion, letting out a small yawn as he nuzzled into Holden's shoulder, arm over his stomach. Within seconds he'd be asleep again, not really giving Holden much of an option to leave if he wanted.
