You're always too much, but I still love you. So, I guess that balances it out.
[Mikleo kisses his cheek to take the sting out of his words. Now that he's free, he moves to put the alcohol away in one of the empty cabinets.]
By the way, there's one last present I wanted to give you. [His eyes sparkle with amusement as he walks back over, grabbing the empty glasses so that he can rinse them.] I was thinking that maybe I could give you a back massage. But if you'd rather wait to get that later....
[Mikleo turns off the faucet and sticks their glasses in the dishwasher, drying his hands after.]
[Sorey leans against the counter as he waits for Mikleo to finish up on his end. At the mention of another present, his eyebrows jump.]
W-whoa, seriously? A real massage?
[That sounds... lovely, actually.]
I'd love that. But it-- it doesn't have to be right now, obviously, if you don't feel like you're up to it. [He moves to slip his arms around Mikleo again, much like he had when they were doing dishes together earlier. He leaves a few more kisses in his friend's hair, too.] I'm fine with just holding you.
[The older man casually leans back against Sorey, resting his hands on top of his partner's wrists. He chuckles softly at the kisses in his hair.]
Of course I feel up to it. I wouldn't have offered otherwise.
[Mikleo tilts his head up so that he can look at the brunet. His small smile is warm and affectionate, though also faintly amused. He reaches up to tenderly cup Sorey's cheek.]
[His cheek flushes in response, but Sorey smiles back, all brightness and warmth. He's so full of happiness that he laughs and tries to hide his face in Mikleo's hair again.]
I'd love that.
[He confesses something like one confesses a crush, his voice soft and shy.]
I like it when you touch me... [Not even the intimate touches, but fingers wrapped around his, or Mikleo's warmth pressed up against his side... Sorey's always been generous with his physical affection but earning it from Mikleo was a big deal. Mikleo isn't touchy at all, and he has every reason to avoid touching other people.
That's why... when Mikleo held his hand for the first time, so long ago, Sorey felt like he could take on the world.]
[Mikleo just sighs softly in mocking exasperation as Sorey buries his face in his hair. Every once in a while, he considers getting his hair cut much shorter, but his boyfriend is just too cute with it. Plus, then the brunet misses out on how fluffy his hair gets, which isn't fair.
He does blush at the shy confession. Mikleo reaches up to gently scratch his nails along the brunet's scalp, smiling a little at him.]
I know you do.
[It's why he's quite alright with Sorey initiating the physical affection the majority of the time. Besides, well, he likes being in his partner's arms or snuggling up against his side. That's where Mikleo feels safest.]
Let's head to the bedroom, then. I'll need you to take your shirt off.
[He buries another chuckle in Mikleo's hair. Since he's here, he leaves a few little kisses on the back of Mikleo's neck. His grip slackens as he's about to pull away--
-- but instead he sweeps Mikleo's feet out from under him and picks him up bridal-style.]
[Mikleo hums softly as the back of his neck is kissed, though there is a slight shiver that goes down his back. This turns into a squawk of surprise as he's suddenly picked up bridal style. He loops his arms around Sorey's neck and pouts at him with a pink blush.]
[He laughs as he walks them down the hall and (very carefully) into the room they've shared for a while now. He's about to set Mikleo down and then he just. Stops. Mikleo has a front-row seat to Sorey going from slightly tan to completely fucking red. There are rose petals EVERYWHERE.]
... Oh my gosh. [This is totally unprecedented and very romantic. He lays Mikleo down and rather than going for a kiss he tries tickling his sides.] I can't believe you did that! Mikleoooo!
[Mikleo's so excited to see the look on Sorey's face when he gets to their bedroom. He's not at all disappointed seeing how bright red his boyfriend's face gets.
Of course, once the brunet starts tickling him, everything goes sailing out the window. Mikleo almost shrieks as he laughs, writhing and struggling to get away from him.]
I-I thought you'd like...something romantic!
[His words are interrupted by laughter and trying to catch a breath. Goddamn being ticklish, honestly.
Still, it's worth it. They haven't really had a romantic setup before, so it's nice to be able to do that today of all days.]
[Sorey laughs too, only giving up tickling when he finds his reach completely blocked by knees and arms. Darn it.]
You're so cute. I wanted to be the one to do it but you totally beat me. You're so unfair!
[He grabs the back of his shirt and yanks it off his head, then flops onto the mattress and cuddles up to Mikleo properly.]
C'mon, I wanna kiss you... [He says this while trying to steal Mikleo's hand for, of course, kisses. It's so small and pale and lovely, he wants to kiss every single pad of his fingertips.]
[Mikleo slowly starts to uncurl from his position, looking suspiciously at Sorey. He's also going to just shamelessly watch his partner take off his shirt. That's definitely an appreciative look he's giving the brunet.
He rolls his eyes at the whine, blushing faintly as his hand is being kissed again.]
Far be it from me to deny the birthday boy his wishes.
[Mikleo sounds amused as he teases his best friend. He uncurls fully and uses his free hand to rest delicately on Sorey's cheek. The pale-haired man leans in to give him a teasingly chaste kiss before sitting up.]
You'll have to be satisfied with that until I'm done with your massage.
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[Mikleo kisses his cheek to take the sting out of his words. Now that he's free, he moves to put the alcohol away in one of the empty cabinets.]
By the way, there's one last present I wanted to give you. [His eyes sparkle with amusement as he walks back over, grabbing the empty glasses so that he can rinse them.] I was thinking that maybe I could give you a back massage. But if you'd rather wait to get that later....
[Mikleo turns off the faucet and sticks their glasses in the dishwasher, drying his hands after.]
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[Sorey leans against the counter as he waits for Mikleo to finish up on his end. At the mention of another present, his eyebrows jump.]
W-whoa, seriously? A real massage?
[That sounds... lovely, actually.]
I'd love that. But it-- it doesn't have to be right now, obviously, if you don't feel like you're up to it. [He moves to slip his arms around Mikleo again, much like he had when they were doing dishes together earlier. He leaves a few more kisses in his friend's hair, too.] I'm fine with just holding you.
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Of course I feel up to it. I wouldn't have offered otherwise.
[Mikleo tilts his head up so that he can look at the brunet. His small smile is warm and affectionate, though also faintly amused. He reaches up to tenderly cup Sorey's cheek.]
It's up to you. It is your birthday.
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I'd love that.
[He confesses something like one confesses a crush, his voice soft and shy.]
I like it when you touch me... [Not even the intimate touches, but fingers wrapped around his, or Mikleo's warmth pressed up against his side... Sorey's always been generous with his physical affection but earning it from Mikleo was a big deal. Mikleo isn't touchy at all, and he has every reason to avoid touching other people.
That's why... when Mikleo held his hand for the first time, so long ago, Sorey felt like he could take on the world.]
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He does blush at the shy confession. Mikleo reaches up to gently scratch his nails along the brunet's scalp, smiling a little at him.]
I know you do.
[It's why he's quite alright with Sorey initiating the physical affection the majority of the time. Besides, well, he likes being in his partner's arms or snuggling up against his side. That's where Mikleo feels safest.]
Let's head to the bedroom, then. I'll need you to take your shirt off.
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[He buries another chuckle in Mikleo's hair. Since he's here, he leaves a few little kisses on the back of Mikleo's neck. His grip slackens as he's about to pull away--
-- but instead he sweeps Mikleo's feet out from under him and picks him up bridal-style.]
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Really?
[Lovestruck sap.]
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[He laughs as he walks them down the hall and (very carefully) into the room they've shared for a while now. He's about to set Mikleo down and then he just. Stops. Mikleo has a front-row seat to Sorey going from slightly tan to completely fucking red. There are rose petals EVERYWHERE.]
... Oh my gosh. [This is totally unprecedented and very romantic. He lays Mikleo down and rather than going for a kiss he tries tickling his sides.] I can't believe you did that! Mikleoooo!
[He's embarrassed.]
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Of course, once the brunet starts tickling him, everything goes sailing out the window. Mikleo almost shrieks as he laughs, writhing and struggling to get away from him.]
I-I thought you'd like...something romantic!
[His words are interrupted by laughter and trying to catch a breath. Goddamn being ticklish, honestly.
Still, it's worth it. They haven't really had a romantic setup before, so it's nice to be able to do that today of all days.]
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You're so cute. I wanted to be the one to do it but you totally beat me. You're so unfair!
[He grabs the back of his shirt and yanks it off his head, then flops onto the mattress and cuddles up to Mikleo properly.]
C'mon, I wanna kiss you... [He says this while trying to steal Mikleo's hand for, of course, kisses. It's so small and pale and lovely, he wants to kiss every single pad of his fingertips.]
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He rolls his eyes at the whine, blushing faintly as his hand is being kissed again.]
Far be it from me to deny the birthday boy his wishes.
[Mikleo sounds amused as he teases his best friend. He uncurls fully and uses his free hand to rest delicately on Sorey's cheek. The pale-haired man leans in to give him a teasingly chaste kiss before sitting up.]
You'll have to be satisfied with that until I'm done with your massage.
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[He smiles and leans in. Despite how chaste it is, it still makes his eyelashes flutter like the first time they'd kissed.]
I can be patient! [yeah ok] Um, do you want me on my stomach or...?
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