Damn your PJ seduction plan worked, now I'm madly in live with you!
*brings you some flowers n a plushie* so uhm... Can we watch a Disney movie in our PJs n cuddle? 👉👈 You can lay on my chest I don't mind I can play with your hair🥺🥺
Aha caught another one!!
OBVIOUSLY we get to watch movies and cuddle now😤 I’ll even make us snacks beforehand and contribute my nicest blankets for max comfort😌❤️
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I wish I could do a poll on here. Do we want smut at the end of the angst fic?
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(Me, telling @wretchedamaranth about the mosquito bites I got from cleaning my balcony -> remembering how in Passing Time by @fleet-off Vegas got jealous of the fucking sun touching Pete's face -> "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if Vegas got jealous of mosquitoes leaving their mark on Pete's skin?")
"What the fuck are those?"
Pete snorts. "I got bored and drew red dots on my torso."
Pete expects Vegas to scoff, maybe throw an ironic remark back at him, but instead, he frowns. He touches Pete's sweaty skin, stretching it with his fingers. The area expands, bright red spreading, the mosquito bite almost but not quite disappearing for a brief moment, only to appear again when Vegas lets go.
Pete finds Vegas' jealousy nonsensical most days, but sometimes it's amusing. Like today; they're laying in bed, their bodies glued together. Staring at the ceiling, at each other, letting the heat linger, ignoring the discomfort.
It doesn't matter. Vegas has no reason to feel threatened by a mere insect using Pete's body for its needs.
Vegas clearly disagrees. He keeps playing with Pete's skin, poking at the bites with his nails, and Pete starts to get ticklish.
"If you keep touching them, they're going to get itchy."
Vegas stops. He looks at Pete, his expression unreadable. It doesn't help Pete get prepared for it; Vegas puts his lips around the red spot, and bites.
Pete yelps and then laughs as Vegas is sucking on the skin, his teeth gently digging into it. He licks it too, then moves to the next one. He keeps at it until he's gone through all of them.
"Mine," Pete hears him murmur under his breath, lost in his own thoughts as he's staring at his work. "Mine."
A different kind of heat spreads through Pete. It makes him realize, as Vegas finally looks at him with his hunger now evident and sharp, that he isn't thinking about mosquitoes anymore.
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