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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[weaseled]

Not especially. A lot of gay guys overdo it.

[But Yuui's a natural. Earnest and sincerely gay. Yael finds that cute.]

Don't get me wrong, you're still obnoxious, but you're also cute from time to time.

[fluorite]

You're such a weird guy.

[ But he laughs anyway, having a couple of bites of salad so that he can resist the urge to reach across the table and hold onto Yael's hand. Embarrassing. ]

Go on. Tell me when I'm being cute.

[weaseled]

[So embarrassing. Just how Yael likes him!

Grinning, Yael polishes off his meal and pushes the emptied bowl aside. He's in no rush here, leaving Yuui to take his time with his salad while his fingers flirt with his knee beneath the table.]

You're cutest when you're asleep.

[fluorite]

[ Just a touch to his knee does something to him, his heart fluttering in his chest. It's a good thing that Yael doesn't know how irresistible Yuui finds him. ]

So you're watching me sleep? That's scary~

[weaseled]

Always.

[He supposes it wouldn't hurt to tell Yuui why.]

When I was with my ex, I'd always wait for her to fall asleep first, that way if anything was keeping her up at night, I'd be there to talk to her about it. I figured why not do the same for you?

[fluorite]

[ Ugh, that's so sweet that Yuui wants to shove at Yael's shoulder.

So he does. But at least there's a small smile on his face as he resumes stroking Yael's hair. ]

You're so quietly sweet. I hope you know you can bring up anything with me before bed too, you know. I hate to think that I'd be sleeping the night away while your own thoughts keep you up.

[weaseled]

And you call me sweet.

[Getting used to being one of the men in the relationship and not the man in the relationship's going to take some getting used to. Yael wants to politely decline Yuui's offer, but he knows he won't get away with it.]

There isn't much I can't sleep through. Don't worry.

[fluorite]

[ He sure wouldn't, and it goes to show that he's really learning to predict what Yuui might say when he doesn't outright decline. ]

You do realize that saying that will actually make me worry, right?

[ He tugs at Yael's cheek. ]

What would keep you up tonight, for example?

[weaseled]

Worrying about you.

[Capturing Yuui's hand in his own, Yael squeezes it.]

You wanted honesty, right? I've lost my fair share of sleep worrying about you, but that's only natural. Couples worry about each other.

[fluorite]

[ Ah... that tugs at his heart. He isn't used to anyone worrying about him, much less losing sleep over it. Lifting their hands up, he brushes his lips across Yael's knuckles. ]

What are you worrying about? My safety?

[weaseled]

Your safety. Your schoolwork. Your future. Your happiness.

[In other words, everything. And why wouldn't he?]

[fluorite]

Jeez, Sheza.

[ He doesn't know what to say, finding himself momentarily speechless. Truthfully, a small part of him had doubted that Yael really loved him, as honest as he usually is, because of the feelings he harbors for someone else.

But it's hard to deny even the loudest doubts in his mind when he's confronted with this. ]

Keep saying that sort of thing and I really just might marry you the second it becomes legal.

[ Yuui is really and truly falling for him—it's as simple as that. ]

[weaseled]

Geez...

[Keep saying that and he'll break the law just to marry you, Yuui. Yael's smile widens.]

Come to think of it, you'd look real good in a wedding dress.

[fluorite]

[ That wide smile is exactly what he likes to see. It's tempting to run his fingers over Yael lips, and he tries to resist, but he gives in anyway, the pad of his thumb catching on his bottom lip. ]

What kind of wedding dress are you thinking of? The kind that clings to the body, or a fluffy one with lots of lace?

[weaseled]

For you? Let me think...

[...And nibble on Yuui's thumb while no one is looking. Because they're currently in a restaurant. Amb, take notes.]

For you? One that hugs your top and is flowy and poofy on the bottom.

[fluorite]

[ YOU EVER JUST FUCKING FORGET.........

The moment someone walks by, Yuui pulls back his hand, heart beating fast only because touching Yael so simply seems to set his heart alight. ]

That would be cute. I'd wear it. [ ... ] I bet you look good in a suit.

[weaseled]

[Yael can't help but smirk— he can practically feel Yuui's heart racing from here. Pulling his hand back, Yael waves down the waitress and asks for the bill.]

Really? I've been told I'd look like a gorilla in a suit.

[fluorite]

I bet that's just untrue.

[ Yuui rests his chin in his hand, picturing Yael in a suit. ]

What changes everything is the fit. With the right fitting suit and a light blue pocket square, you'd look amazing.

[ Light blue to match Yuui's eyes, obviously. ]

[weaseled]

A pocket square?

[Light blue, no less? Yael scoffs, but he gets the implication, arching his brows at Yuui as the waitress returns to hand off the check.]

You're trying to turn me into a nerd. I'm unconvinced.

[fluorite]

If I wanted to turn you into a nerd, I'd just put some glasses on you and have you start reading.

[ He laughs, feeling victorious as he watches Yael cover the whole bill. Thanks for making him feel like a princess. ]

I like that you're not one, though.

[weaseled]

[yw bimch. After paying the whole ass bill, Yael slips out of the booth and motions for Yuui to follow.]

You're all about that nerd-jock romance, huh?

[fluorite]

Caught me~

[ Look, Yuui can't deny that he has a bit of a pattern developing here... He gets up with a grin and follows Yael back to his car. ]

I like men who are smart in a different way from me. I might be book smart, but you're intelligent in a way that I think is more important.

[weaseled]

[Yael pops open the door for Yuui and rounds the car, hopping into the driver's seat and heading for the beach.]

You really think I'm smart, huh? That's not something I'm used to hearing.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui jumps right into his seat, making himself comfortable... right after stashing a little bottle of lube in the glovebox while Yael is rounding the car. ]

I do. You're perceptive, and I think you read the emotions of others well.

[weaseled]

[Miraculously, Yael doesn't notice Yuui stash that bottle of lube in the glove box. Surely this won't come back around to bite him some weeks down the line.]

But that's not usually what people think of when they hear "intelligent".