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right as the clock struck two am, holden's brain decided this was the optimal time to bring up something he'd been considering for weeks. his brain had terrible timing. "are you awake?" he asked, quiet enough that lysa could ignore it if they wanted.
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@midnightsuned asked: [ MF ] 3. ( coach decker & sashi shhhh )
now that the football season was coming to an end, they didn't really have too many excuses to be around each other. yet, they might have just found a brand new one. the coach roughly bit down on masashi's tit and pulled them in closer by their waist. a lustful hunger was coming out of him that he had tried to hold down all season long. something he didn't want to admit himself. "didn't think you liked me this way." he grinned, a rather goofy grin at that, as he looked up at sashi. then, in one quick beat, he latched his mouth around their nipple and started to suck.
@midnightsuned: [stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex. + REVERSE
Radiant, unadulterated pleasure--------- it was the only North Star Makao followed now, feeling more like a god than a man as he worshipped every inch of Aricelis with his mouth and his weathered, sandpaper touch. It was a visceral, fascinating game of mapping out a new lover, discovering exactly which nerves to set on fire to elicit that all-consuming bliss, and learning which ministrations made Aricelis cry out and whimper the loudest; a sultry musical of ruined gasps that was absolute heaven to Makao's ears. By nature, he had always been a blunt instrument in the bedroom, a rough-and-tumble sort who favored a crude, frantic pace and the kind of nastily demanding heat that left bruises; he was a man who took what he wanted without much room for the soft, lingering drag of intimacy. He felt a heightened level of ugly gratitude that Aricelis didn't just endure his rougher moods but absorbed them, meeting his harder edges with a resilience that only stoked Makao's lust. Yet, amidst the animalistic friction, there were these breathtakingly tender lulls where the beast retreated; Makao suckling and nipping a path down the elegant length of Aricelis's throat before bringing a colossal scar-mapped hand up to comb dotingly through those curled tendrils of hair. It was a rare flicker of doting affection that stirred a strange ache even within a mean persona like him. Slowly, he pulled back, his own molten brown eyes glazed with a heavy drug-like haze of wanton need as he looked at the boy curled up within his very lap. He knew he was being vulnerable; gentle and fair and for once, the man felt no regret, only a possessive fondness as his hefty digits toyed with the ends of those gorgeous locks. "You're okay?" he rasped, the question gruff and thick with heat, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his mouth as he felt the overwhelmed beating of his own heartbeat against Aricelis's skin. He was utterly contented, fueled by the knowledge that he would soon be buried to the hilt, spilling every drop of his creamy seed deep inside the only tight little ass that could hold him. His gaze remained fixed, lost in his lover's expression as he leaned down, his breath hitching in a way that betrayed his demeanor. "So damn beautiful..." he murmured, the words falling from his lips sweetly, fondly, as if he were caught in a dream he never intended to wake from.
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"it's not corny," holden argued, which was a lie, but he meant the sentiment behind the correction. "i feel seen for all my faults," he added, deadpan, but smiled over the rim of his mug. he took the gift for every one of his work shifts, even the days when he tried to cut coffee out and sloshed cold water into it instead, just so it sat in front of him at the desk. "i think coffee mugs can be the modern day love letter," he said, "they say 'i see you, and i recognize your weaknesses'." his smile widened, and he waved the mug in an imaginary salute. "and the plush, that's just practical. i wouldn't want your bed to feel empty."
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who cooks meals for the other?
holden, because he insists on doing so. he has strong opinions about food preparation and even stronger opinions about taking care of people through sustenance. he just shows up at lysa's with groceries he's already got at the farmer's market, or has something warming on the stove before lysa's even taken their shoes off. lysa gets assigned simple jobs, including kissing the cook and taste-testing the simmering meal.
who spams the other with memes?
lysa, not that holden appreciates most of it. holden is not a reliable texter, so the meme spamming is more of a one-way street communication. he does not understand why a wolf and a cat cuddling is very 'them' and does not wish to find out. when he actually finds something funny, he calls lysa instead of texting back, if only to explain why the meme is factually incorrect, or to grudgingly admit it made him laugh.
who likes to tidy around the house?
holden. it's instinctual, he can't help it. everything in his home has a function and a specific place; lysa probably learned early not to disturb his systems.
who likes to play pranks on the other?
lysa. it begins as simple office hijinks: changing his phone background to a photo of dr. parrishell, putting googly eyes on his monitor, switching his mug. holden huffs and holds his tongue, not allowing them the satisfaction of an emotional response. he's patient, waiting for the perfect moment, and then replaces lysa's laptop wallpaper with a photo of his face at extreme close-up, days later, which he considers an appropriate counterattack.
who asked the other to move in with them?
neither, honestly. lysa would jokes about leaving their stuff at holden's place, and his brain would short-circuit. he thinks it's practical for lysa to stay the nights they have an early internship shift at the clinic, but would bite his own tongue off before saying, move in.
who is in charge of the music during a car ride?
it's a shared act. holden has ideas on what is acceptable road music. if he had his way, it'd be blues and folk rock all the time; lysa hijacks the aux and keeps sneaking in playlists whenever they commute together. he finds himself humming along to their song recs more times than he can count.
who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?
lysa. holden would rather die than admit he's ticklish; they find out once and weaponize it irresponsibly. he retaliates not with tickling but with the most effective possible weapon: catching lysa's wrists, holding them still, and finishing what they started (much to their delight).
who needs to hold the other during scary movies?
likely lysa. horror does not faze holden. lysa could migrate incrementally toward holden's side of the couch, ending up halfway on holden's lap by the middle of the film, which he doesn't mind.
who has to help the other when it comes to technology?
lysa. holden still writes everything by hand, too stubborn to learn the clinic scheduling software. lysa is the one who trains him on how to use it without being condescending; he still barely uses it on a regular basis.
who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?
it's a mixture of both: holden is the one locking the office door, tugging lysa into a dark hallway, kissing them breathless in his car. lysa eggs him on with lingering touches in semi-public and then blushes the hardest when holden retaliates. it's a war neither one of them can win.
who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?
holden. he's up before dawn out of habit and has breakfast ready before lysa wakes on the rare times they spend the night. he'll only wake them if they've begged him the night before not to let them oversleep.
who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?
lysa, undoubtedly. they collect little candid snapshots: holden reading with his glasses low on his nose, holden frowning at a crossword, holden cooking with oliver at his feet. a few of them are his favorites he's ever seen of himself. holden allows exactly one photo be his own phone lockscreen (with lysa's assistance).
who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?
lysa forgets occasionally. holden pays without comment, as if there was never another option. holden gets a lysa a cardholder for their birthday and lysa gets to pay him back in more efficient ways: new mugs, more memes, and planning the next date.
who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?
holden—though he already sleeps lightly because of nightmares, not because of lysa. if lysa shifts closer, he wakes, but he doesn't move away. he just adjusts his arm around them and pretends he was asleep the whole time.
who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?
lysa, and it isn't even close. holden is not great at video games for many reasons: he will not accept help, he will not read tutorials, he will lose twelve times in a row and refuse to take any pity wins. he encourages lysa to show no mercy, because that's the only way he'll learn. he eventually gets decent at exactly one game and holds this over lysa forever.
who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?
lysa's bladder might tap out first between the two. holden always stirs, checks the time, then waits for his favorite sprawler to return with open arms.
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@midnightsuned for lavagirl !
should caspian stop punching random people when they annoy him in public? probably. is he going to? not likely. still, as the pack of frozen peas goes over his injured fist, he tries his best not to react. he fails miserably. " before you even start, he shouldn't have been looking at you that way to start. then when he tried touching you ? i couldn't let him get away with that. " he rolls his eyes and tries to stretch out his fingers. " i'll be fine once i take a dip later. " that'll only slightly help. " you don't have to worry about me if you have better things to do right now. was just trying to help, is all. " cas shrugs his shoulders, finally turning his face around to look at them.
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