#pnrplevanity

“Mm—” An embarrassed noise escaped his lips, cheeks slightly tinted as his body tensed abruptly to the feeling of lips against his hands— bloodied with chewing on his cuticles. Affection certainly was the last thing he expected, after dealing with trying to manage the red army over the phone in his lab. He wished to join them already, managing long distance was always stressful and frustrating. Especially when he’s short on two whole nights of sleep, running simply on coke and coffee. 

The ghostly feeling of the kiss on his hand was pulled into his chest as Matt leaped away hastily. Even though the gesture was far from unwelcomed, sluggishness made it hard to respond, as if Tord was simply buffering right there. Oh, Matt was worried? A nervous thought, considering the secrecy of his troubles, but his red cheeks darkened anyways. 

      “Ah, Matt. Sweet sweet Matt.” His voice jokingly condescending as he attempted to wave off his concern for him. “You’re exa—gerating. I am simply tired after late night reading.” A hand reached over to squeeze Matt’s forearm, dorky grin showing off his gap tooth.                              “Don’t be a— ehhh, worrywart, Mathew.”

        Takes a deep breath...

Back presses against the couch, his attention glued onto the television screen. Bordem struck him harshly, the film in front of him providing him little interest in it ( he’s seen this film thousands of times before ). Nothing was grabbing his attention, expression dull, body lax. A warm palm made home onto his chin, elbow resting upon the arm of the couch, finding any position to keep him relaxed. 

Just as the explosion lit up the small screen, a figure blocks the male’s view. A single brow arched in curiosity as his eyes slide up at the looming figure. Shoulders shift towards the left, head craned, trying to catch a glimpse at the flashing tv.

     ❝     Uh, Matt ? Is something the ——-  ❞

Words instantly fell silent, caught between his lips and the redhead. Soft hands held onto the artist’s round cheeks; tender, as if holding a precious item. Eyes widen from the impact, unable to properly process just what had occurred. Matt had always been the most affection one in the group, but it never not surprised the leader. Heart leaped into his throat, fluttering quickly against his ribcage. Cheeks infamed in vibrant rose, spreading across to the tips of his ears. Eyes fell shut, hand shifting it's away around the warm fabrics of Matt’s jacket, wanting for the kiss to linger on longer. 

It didn’t as Matt quickly pulled back from his position concern appearing on his face. An airy chuckle leaves his lungs as a smile takes its place.

      ❝      No——– Don’t — Don’t worry about it. Just, uh, worn me next time.      ❞