#Svex

[hellsgreatestfaggot]

Charlie fluff drabble for yall because im too lazy to write anything right now

— Relax .:*☆ || Charlie x Reader

Summary: You drag Charlie to sleep after shed been working all day

Warnings: Not really any tbh just weird fluffy angst kinda?? Sfw

You were starting to get ready for bed, after a long day of working. Youd been out all day trying to help Charlie by advertising the hotel around town. By the time youd got home you were exhausted. It was getting late and youd realized you hadn’t seen Charlie at all since youd got home. Where had she been all day?

You found Charlie sitting in her office, papers sprawled out across the desk. by the way she was gripping her hair and mumbling insults under her breath you could tell shed been overworking herself again.

“Charlie, my love? Whats the matter?”

You asked, pulling up a chair next to her. Her jacket had been taken off and thrown carelessly onto the floor. She was practically ripping her hair out. It was messy, yet still trying to hold its formerly neat form in her hairties. Dried mascara ran down her cheeks, as she looked up at you with a half smile. You could tell that something was wrong.

“Its nothing, just working, as usual.”

“Youve been working all day. Its late, you look tired. Like youve been crying. Come to bed?”

“Not yet , im almost finished.”

“Youve been in here all day, You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends like this, Charlotte.”

“I have to. This hotel needs to work and we need sponsors or clients just— someting.”

“If you keep overworking yourself like this theirs no way itl work. Everyone needs a break sometimes no matter who they are or what their trying to acomplish. Your just gonna fall deeper into loneliness and stress if you keep it up. Please come to bed?”

She turned to face you entirely before falling back into her chair, relaxing her body. Looking up at your worried expression, she caved.

“Fine. Only because im really really really tired tonight though.”

You brought her upstairs to her room and watched as she changed into her favorite set of pajamas. They were made of soft red silk and hugged her slim figure comfortably, while still not being too show-y. With a loud yawn and a stretch she sat next to you im bed, and immediately ducked under the covers.

You laid down with her, pulling her closer. Normally Charlie would be the one holding you, she didn’t let up on it most of the time yet tonight she just curled up and let you hold her. She tried to cry as unnoticeably as possible as you played with her hair, but that didnt work. She clinged to you desperately, whincing as your hand moved across her waist to hold her better. You noticed immediately how bad it had gotten for her and responded by hugging her tightly and whispering sweet things inro her ears trying your best to lull her to sleep. You’d undoubtedly have to talk with her about it later.

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Hellsgreatestlesbian doesnt write raunchy gay svex for once?? rare….

[sadserotonin]

Starter: "It scares me what I'm willing to do for you." for SB Svex

“Don’t let it,” Dex damn near snarled, his forehead pressing harder against Sven’s. His calloused fingertips dragged higher up the older’s neck to brace below his ears. “You’re the most fearless man I know. And what I would do for you is no less.”

[broadmoored]

make it so II | chris & (scamp)

part I

The past handful of hours had gone by in a blur. Surrounded by family appearing dutifully in the St. Mungo’s waiting room regardless of the time of night, all willing to help out in any way they could, Chris should have been infinitely more cohesive than he was. But this was a matter of his son, an area where he was always a touch irrational, even when the man was not precariously gleaning the veil between this life and the next over a multitude of crushing magical blows dealt to him on a mission. 

Where he should have been relieved to know he wasn’t alone in his grief, Chris felt suffocated, meeting pairs of eyes he wasn’t convinced entirely understood how his chest appeared to be screwing tighter by the second. Even meeting his wife’s tired and hardened eyes, the more rational and productive between them since his phone lit up with the emergency number, broke him down.

In a sea of people doing their best to be calm, Chris was rapidly failing, so when Jae suggested he head home to get them a few things for a longer stay at the hospital he couldn’t have agreed faster. He thought less on her suggestion to let off some of his contagiously restless energy, consumed with urgency to leave her sight. He couldn’t have let her see him as he was by the time he reached the house. How was he to recover from his behavior all night and pull it together when he could hardly get the key in the door? Barely turn the damn knob or find the light switch through the tremble in his hands? The tighter he clenched his fingers, willing them to be still, the more control he seemed to lose of them, the shake traveling through his wrists, then forearms. 

He couldn’t be seen like this.

The objective was to go upstairs and pack a bag, grab only the essentials, but the moment Chris was inside, his back collided with the wall beside the door. He had intended to lean on it for support, but it was only doing a fair job, his spine curving so his forehead could meet his palms. This was no state for him to be in if his son roused, seeking his guidance and care. No state for him to be at his wife’s side, or anyone’s damn side at all. Each shaky breath he drew by force made him wonder if the strength he was attempting to summon had ever even been with him in the first place, or if it had all simply been a ruse. Had it just been easy for him to pretend to be of bold stature all his life and now, finally faced with a real hardship his true self was showing?

He couldn’t show his face like this. 

Nobody he knew was struck with crippling helplessness this way, not at his age at least. They’d all gotten it out of their systems when they were young, ravaged themselves silly in their 20s and 30s, and then invested in being better for the remainder of the time. And he should have been like them. He should have found his equilibrium by now, he should not have been unsteady on his feet as he pushed off the wall and clutched the rail at the base of the stairs. He huffed in a breath, coercing himself into taking a step up, two, before unceremoniously blundering down onto the third. It was an ungraceful fall if there ever was one, and he hissed from the stairs clipping at his shins before he turned his body to sit, to try and find some purchase in the space that was supposed to be home, the place where his heart should’ve been. 

He’d never been seen like this before. 

Chris’s phone vibrated in his pocket flaring an arbitrary spark of hope inside of him, and in tandem with the thought of who it could be, came the introspection; He had been seen like this before. 

Chris brought his phone into view with barely functioning fingers, part of him unraveled with the entirely different stress of feeling so pricklingly numb in his extremities at this age. The screen did not read as he’d hoped but now the glimmer of expectation had attached itself to his mind. There was some one he could show his face to like this. Someone he could already connect to the rawest moments of his life, whose goal it never was to yank a calm out of him or fix the volatility in him. Someone whose goal had only ever been to face the tempest that was Christian Broadmoor head-on and connect just the right beat of syllables for him to bow down completely on his own.

His mind blearily leveled how potentially unfair and even inappropriate it was for him to want such arms around his shoulders to anchor up to but the logic was consumed by the notion that nothing else could remind him of who he was at that moment. Swiping away the message that would be of little consequence before he could find his footing, Chris made his way down his list of contacts with a fingertip now contained to a mild quiver. Whatever doubts could plunder him as he was made to scroll down to initials low as WY, were only fleeting confronted with the desperate relief of knowing...he could be seen like this.

It was late, the last few hours had gone by in a blur but there was one ring, two, and then, Chris was finally conceding, “Hey, something bad happened. Can you meet me at my house? Please?”

[nottherealajhq]

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@ sadserotonin​

Dex grins, waiting for his comment to be met with something other than his partner’s perpetual scowl. With no such luck after 5 solid seconds of uninterrupted eye contact, Dex gives up.

dex will be a pro at sven's expressions because sven will honestly not bother saying anything unless necessary he'll just look at dex and hope his anger and frustration is obvious to his partner

[thedangelos]

fatherhood | dex&sven (canon)

When Dex came to sit beside Sven in front of the older man’s ornate living room fireplace, he was aware that Sven had likely retreated there for a quiet moment alone. Though Nils and Lyla’s engagement party had wound down and only family remained now, gatherings never quite calmed when Charlie, Bristol and Alice were on the guest list together.

Dex approached with two glasses of an aged wine Sven probably hadn’t given Bristol permission to open. And Dex didn’t ask Sven if he wanted another drink before putting it in his hand and clinking his own glass against it.

Whatever jokes, energy, general all around foolishness Sven expected from Dex in the moments following didn’t come. Eventually Sven glanced at the younger, in wonder of what exactly it was he wanted considering the lack of one on one time spent between the two of them.

But Dex only gazed into the fire for a few more moments, sipping at his wine. And then, “You did an excellent job, Sven.”

The sincerity in the man’s voice was a change from their usual encounters and it caught Sven’s attention differently.

Dex took a breath, “Nils is a tremendous person. He’s...” Dex shook his head, as though he was struggling for the words grand enough to express his thoughts. “One could only hope to have a child so thoughtful, so utterly conscious and good-hearted. Your boy has a good heart, Sven.”

Dex took a sip of his wine but still cut Sven off before the man could speak up, “And don’t try to deflect any of the credit. We’re first time parents, we all make mistakes in the beginning.”

“After Adam...” the name, 19 years later, still pin pricked ever so slightly in Dex’s mouth. “There were so many moments I wish I could take back. So many times I was selfish and I couldn’t see past my own grief to be a good dad for Lyla...”

There was an honestly in him speaking on matters he’d never had a reason to discuss with Sven directly before. But the words came easily to Dex with intention. “Have you ever argued with a five year old over something you should’ve been the bigger person about because you knew you were both hurting from the same loss?” He chuckled, glancing at Sven for the first time. “Because I have.”

He took a breath, looking back to the fire as he leaned his forearms onto his thighs. “But our kids turned out extraordinary, no matter how badly we messed it up in the beginning. Somewhere along the line we learned, on our own or because we were taught that we had to grow before we expected our kids to do the same. Doesn’t matter the reason, we learned.”

Dex was quiet for a few beats and then, “I was so afraid Lyla wouldn’t be loved the same way without Adam in our lives. I loved hard but he loved well. He loved kind and he loved with lifelong commitment.”

Dex took a long sip of his wine. “I don’t have to worry about that anymore.” When he looked to the older man again it was with a warm smile. “We did good, Sven. Both of us. You did good.”

There were several moments in which the fire crackled before them but then, Dex stood. As he turned to leave the room he stopped to place a hand on the shoulder of the man he had known since he was 11 years old. They were both worlds apart from who they were then and the knowledge made Dex squeeze the shoulder he held, before slipping his hand off and moving to leave Sven to his peace.

@imbloodbuzz

[thedangelos]

to have and to hold | dex ➢ sven (canon)

Dex was careful. He had always been long limbs and strong bones but that afternoon, each muscle in his body inched gently into bed beside a resting Sven. He slipped an arm around the older man’s torso, tugging close to tangle their knees, calves and feet in a manner that felt more like home than any four walls ever could.

Dex only spoke as blue eyes stirred and then peered up at him. “I missed you.”

The words made Sven chuckle, albeit quietly, tiredly and with a soft rasp at his throat.

“Your eyes always quiet my worries.” Dex tipped his chin up so their noses touched. 

“And what are you worried about right now?” Sven asked, taking a somewhat labored breath. 

“You. You and all the things I’ve never said to you that perhaps we both know. But to give my voice to those words while I still can...”

Sven looked at his partner, amused once more at the younger man’s apparent dramatics. “Dex, I have the common cold, darling...”

“Just shut up and listen, will you?” Dex insisted with a roll of his eyes despite the grin crawling onto his lips. His serious demeanor cracked easily faced with the familiar teasing and he thought to himself that to be reddened in the cheeks at his age was a blessing.

When Sven leaned in to touch their foreheads as a form of surrender, Dex pressed a kiss to the older man’s faint smile. 

“I want you to know that I will always take care of you,” Dex told his partner softly, brushing back Sven’s hair. “Physically, emotionally, every way in between.”

Sven’s smile widened and seeing the happy creases beside his eyes brought upon Dex an amendment to the words on his mind.

“I used to think about how handsome you were, you know,” he breathed. 

“Back when we were younger and you had less lines here,” Dex touched the side of Sven’s mouth. “But more here,” he shifted his fingers between Sven’s brows. 

“Charlie and I used to joke that your face would get stuck like that,” he chuckled. 

“I used to think about what a shame it was that you had such a good smile and that we had to pry it out of you in those rare moments that we stopped being assholes for five minutes.” 

Dex kissed Sven’s open mouth, smothering away any quip on his tongue about how difficult they were back in the day. 

“I’ve been a servant to that smile for decades before I even knew how much I’d give for it,” Dex’s thumb brushed Sven’s lower lip as it had on so many occasions throughout their time together. He blinked and saw clearly behind his eyes the very first time he’d wanted to do so, with the fire of Sven’s old home crackling behind them as they stood closer than they ever had before. 

When Dex opened his eyes again, the image of a wine-warm Sven, disheveled but inexplicably connected to him was gone, however, the reminder of how he felt that evening remained.

“It isn’t even fair to say ‘how much’ I’d give because it isn’t quantifiable,” Dex shook his head, his chest hot as it had been after those heavy moments between them nearly half a decade ago.

“Maybe if I loved you when I was 20 or 30 or even 40, I could have told you exactly how much I’d give for you. But as it is, I fell for you with the wisdom and gravity of every single year we spent apart.”

Dex fell to a whisper as his brows furrowed, “I know I said I’d put my voice to the things I felt but I’m falling short here, Sven.” A tremble found his throat, “There are no words strong enough.”

A shaky chuckle penetrated the shine in Dex’s eyes, the thrum of his heart against chest. “I do have some promises I can keep though. I’ve almost made them to others before. Other very important people but it makes sense to me...feels right that you would be the first to actually hear them.”

Dex laid a hand on Sven’s cheek and it was a perfect fit. Each and every time they were a perfect fit to one another and it still left him in awe; how were they so painfully unaware all this time that it would be such a perfect fit? 

“Sven Vogel,” Dex said the name quietly, but with the familiarity of nine lifetimes at least. “You know that I will be true to you in good times and in bad, right? In sickness and in health? That I will always be here for you to have and to hold? For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer? Until the very atoms that hold this universe together come untethered piece by fiery piece. Nothing short of that will do us part.”

With each of their breaths mingling so, Dex could feel his pulse in harmony with Sven’s and he let the sound permeate every part of himself. He could lay that way for all of time without a doubt. 

But there was an inclination borne solely out of love that prompted him to whisper, “Tell me that you know you’re my whole heart?”

[thedangelos]

Dex: You're just a tall, handsome Ferrero Rocher

Sven: Do I wanna know wh-

Dex: ROUGH AND PRICKLY ON THE OUTSIDE

Sven: jfc

Dex: SOFT ON THE INSIDE-

Sven: GOT IT.

[captain-sven-blackheart]

This is where it starts This is where it will end Here comes the moon again 🌙 Photographer: @hexhypoxia Boots: @newrock_official

[thedangelos]

breathe | dex & sven (spy au)

Dex made it about five steps from the dining table before he collapsed. The vague sound of Sven’s chair scraping backward in a hurry to get to him was the last thing he heard before seeing black. He knew he was running a massively high temperature for a few hours at least, but ever in his nature, he’d pushed himself to go as far as he could before he reached his limit.

It wasn’t an excuse and certainly not one that Sven would accept but the inability to do a third of what he was capable of before the incident had been driving Dex utterly mad. As soon as he could stand and walk about he was pushing himself, his partner nipping at his heels for him to take it easy. It isn’t that Dex hadn’t been minding the warning signs of his injury acting up and begging him to rest- he’d been ignoring them in favor of the quick fix of activity now. He had done this to himself.

It was why when he came to in Sven’s arms on the dining room floor, trying and failing to blink the bleariness out of his eyes he gave half a chuckle, “Don’t yell at me. Please.” I fucked up, I know, I’m sorry for worrying you, he wanted to say, but the words didn’t make it out of him. 

He was fuzzy for several minutes after that thought, vaguely remembering leaning on Sven to make his way upstairs to their bedroom- Sven’s bedroom. Ah, fuck it. It was his bedroom too. 

What snapped him into total coherence was the warmth of Sven’s body leaving his own. Once Dex was laid down in bed, the older man, true to his nature, began taking off, already thinking of the next 15 things he’d do to make his injured, unwell boyfriend better. 

But Dex reached a hand blindly towards Sven’s wrist, missing and catching a fistful of the man’s pants at his thigh instead. “Just stay with me,” he requested, expression twisted in unease. “Please?”

It only took how easily Sven gave in to know it wasn’t just Dex who needed a moment to slow down amid this ordeal. 

[thedangelos]

take me home | dex & sven (spy au)

Dex had never seen Sven so angry in his life but that didn’t stop him from following his partner the moment the older spy took off, regardless who else was around them and what they were abandoning. Even as Sven sought out isolation and reprieve, Dex was only a step behind him.

When Sven spun on his heels to shout, bark, do whatever it took to be left alone, Dex was already in his space, breathing his air. Sven couldn’t even open his mouth before-

“Stop, Sven,” Dex’s voice was firm as his hands moved to the older man’s cheeks, forcing them face to face. Every muscle in his body was coiled with tightness, with surety and it was just as well.

He was forced to take half a step back as Sven railed his forearms against him, demanding with his body to be let go so the flames in his heart could eat him alive.

“Look at me,” Dex insisted as soon as Sven growled at him to be released. His brown flecked blue eyes pierced Sven’s, his jaw tight as he spoke, “Breathe.”

Dex’s footing fell back another half step as Sven tried once more to break out of his grip. But he recovered quicker this time, closing the space between their bodies again.

“Breathe, Sven. This will not work itself out as long as you’re feeling like this. Breathe.”

This time, when Sven pushed back against him, it was so half-hearted and exhausted that Dex mistook it for a simple shift in posture. He used his hold on Sven’s face to bring the man’s forehead down the few inches to meet his own.

“Breathe.” His voice was still strong, but less urgent now, and grew even softer as he heard Sven exhale deeply through his lips. “Breathe.”

After several thick beats wherein the only sound between them was Sven’s still labored breaths, Dex slipped a hand to brace the back of the older man’s neck. With the leverage, he pulled Sven’s face to his shoulder in a seamless motion and took a breath of his own in preparation to bear his partner’s burden.

He knew there were many things he could say, reassurances he could give the other spy on that which had gotten him so uncharacteristically shaken. But he would save those for a later time, when he was sure they wouldn’t fall on deaf ears.

For now, Dex’s muscles remained built of stone for all of Sven to lean on until he finally did remember to breathe.

[thedangelos]

in time | dex, lyla&hunter (canon)

Dex rarely ever plans on seeing his daughter. More often than not he simply misses her or finds an excuse for his errands to run close to her home and finds himself knocking on her door unannounced on a Saturday afternoon as he is now. He hopes she’s home, if not, he’ll be back sooner rather than later. 

But she is and when Lyla opens the door there’s a little boy strapped to her chest, a few months old at best, cooing as he holds a fist full of her hair. The sight gives Dex pause. He opens his mouth to ask but is frozen because his mind has registered that the dark-haired child, despite having no blood relation, looks already like he could be a younger brother of Nils, could be the son of a somewhat estranged friend. 

“Nova’s down for a nap,” Lyla explains without being asked once Dex has taken his shoes off by the door. “But Hunter works on his own schedule. Don’t you, babe?” 

The child babbles at Lyla and for a moment, Dex thinks Lyla might simply miss having a baby in her arms now that Nova is wobbling around on her own two feet, insisting on being all too independent. 

But the thought of another grandchild is disrupted by his gaze, stuck on the infant gripping to his daughter with such trust. And yet, Dex himself had never met the baby before, never even set eyes on him and the disconnect nearly takes his breath away.

He moves closer, leaning in to greet the child for the first time in either of their lives. “Hello, darling,” he speaks softly, but Hunter still regards him with caution. 

It’s been nearly a year since Dex saw the boy’s father last, in the very mansion where their lives changed forever. Months and months since Bristol himself had asked for space and embarked on finding his footing in what was the new normal for them all. 

Looking into Hunter’s big, unblinking eyes forces Dex to confront that boy’s presence in their lives is a direct result of his own transgressions and he isn’t sure how to feel about it outside of the small lump forming in his throat. 

“Can I hold him?” Dex asks Lyla quietly, adhering to the gentleness that Hunter seems to call for with his demeanor.

Lyla hesitates, but nods. “That’s up to him, but you can try.” 

It’s Dex that reaches to undo the harness holding Hunter up so he can carefully bring the boy into his arms, and sure enough, he fusses at first. But Dex bounces Hunter carefully, his arms protectively around the baby, nose to jet black hair. He speaks in mild tones until Hunter settles into small coos of interest.

“You are so loved,” Dex whispers against Hunter’s forehead as he did to Luca once. He wonders if Hunter will grow up calling him “uncle” like the rest of his friends’ kids do, or if the boy will even know him at all. 

Drawing back to gaze into Hunter’s eyes once more, Dex can almost see Bristol’s as they sat over their last drink together. He can almost hear Bristol admit that Dex himself had triggered the most painful occurrence in his life and he licks his lips before he amends his sentence to admit to Hunter, “You and your dad are so loved.”

His heart aches for the unshakeable bonds, the comfortable and easy laughter that everyone shared together mere months ago. Before the split get-togethers, the tiptoeing around sensitive subjects, before he felt guilty for not regretting any of his actions. 

As it stands, his friends are the family he’s known for a long time- and Bristol was- is...very definitively part of that family. And so he tells the boy, “You are home with us, alright?”

Hunter’s small fingers tangle into his beard and Dex’s voice crackles, “You are a part of our family, sweet boy.”

Part of Dex hopes that simply saying so can will the statement into existence, and even if he can’t, he’s grateful that Bristol still at least, trusts his daughter so deeply with this precious little boy, who deserves every bit of protectiveness shown over him. 

With a deep breath to pull himself out of the murky emotional waters he’d began wading into, Dex turned his attention back to Lyla. “Is he going to get picked up soon?”

“Probably?” Lyla shrugs, glancing at the clock in her living room. “Nils and Bris went out to lunch a few hours ago, they should be back any minute.”

And Dex is moving to hand Hunter back to her. “Ah, okay.”

Lyla hates the shift and as she secures the baby against her chest once more she insists, “Dad, stay…”

But Dex holds up a hand, “It’s alright, I’ll see you soon. And perhaps…” he smiles, albeit somberly as he reaches out a finger for Hunter to hold in goodbye, “I’ll see you soon as well.”

He takes off mere moments before two other men apparate back to the house and despite it all, Lyla thinks Bristol would have been warmed, happy even to see his son in such familiar company.

[thedangelos]

eternal | sven&dex (kingdom au)

This is the quietest he’s been in our lives, honorary King Sven of Videtur thinks, sitting by his partner’s bedside, holding the man’s hand dearly. The crowned, blood King of the land squeezes back, but only as much as he can, only gently. He’s so much older than the first time their fingers touched and ignited a spark between them that would never fade, but Sven still thinks Dexter D’Angelo is the most illuminating, beautiful, and magnificent person to grace this earth.

He doesn’t have the words to say so, he never has, but his gaze speaks in volumes and he can be sure that Dex knows. Even now, when the fire that blazed through his body is mere embers, Dex chuckles seeing that loving, albeit worried gaze. 

“Do not be sad, my King,” Dex tells Sven as he has a hundred times before, when they’d first learned his health was failing him and every time between then to this very moment. “I am not leaving, just traveling elsewhere- and I expect you to follow. Everywhere I go, you will too, yes?” Sven brings Dex’s hand, enveloped in both of his, up to his lips, “Yes.”

“And everywhere we find ourselves, nothing will be too great for us to face after what we’ve weathered together already. Yes?”

“Yes.”

Dex notices the slight tremble in Sven’s voice this time and gives another chuckle, though this one turns to a cough. Still, he isn’t deterred from speaking, urging Sven to come closer. 

He smiles when Sven’s forehead touches his own, as though he had read the request right out of Dex’s mind. Their hands are clasped tight between them when Dex whispers, “You have been the greatest privilege of my life, Sven. And I love you, as I always have and as I always will. Even if we cannot see each other, even if we cannot know it. Will you remember that?”

“Yes, always.”

“Always,” Dex echoes before he closes his tired eyes with a contented smile blossoming onto his lips. He brings their hands to rest over the middle of his chest, a spot forever sensitive to his person, and holds Sven tightly for as long as he can. The feeling of the black and silver ring on the older man’s finger soothes each ache in his bones, reminding him of the happiest days of their lives, and settling him into a bliss he’ll carry into his final breath. 

Goodbye feels powerless when it is only for now.

[thedangelos]

ER AU, Svex: “I’m not done loving you.”

“And I’m not done loving you, Sven. I never will be. But lucky for us, we don’t have to be done just yet.” 

Dex reaches a hand up to hold Sven’s cheek and catch the older man’s eyes, “So just come home tonight. Please. Please.”

[thedangelos]

TMFU meme: “Come on, baby, up to bed.” for spy AU Svex

Dex only gave the older man an unintelligible grumble, burrowing his nose further against the crook of Sven’s neck. He revelled in the weight of Sven’s arm laying across his collarbones and refused to even entertain the idea of moving away from it. For what? The bed? Sven had switched sofas to a sectional that accommodated both their heights for a reason. 

Dex’s soft protest became a full groan when Sven himself began to shift away from their tangle of limbs and he felt the rumble of Sven’s soft chuckle in response more than he heard it. They didn’t make any real progress until Sven leaned in once more to whisper against Dex’s earlobe, “Come on, love.”

Blue and brown splashed eyes peered up at Sven then, followed by a deeply contented sigh, “Alright. Let’s go to bed.”