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Dimitri and nil sit in silence on the old brown couch. "What"? Dimitri asks lowly.
Nil swallows, his heart racing as he looks around for something to look at other than his eyes. Nils eyes land onto Dimitri's shoulder. Long strands of bleach blonde hair brush against it. "You can feel them. With your lips, if you want to." Nil mumbles.
nil doesnt know if its the weed making him more open or the fact that any time he's around the blonde he wants to make bad decisions, but he hopes Dimitri doesn't mind.
Silence fills the dim room.
"..I mean it's just to feel them.. right?..Its not weird, you okay with it though?" The immediate response nil let's out is almost pathetic. "Yes. I'm okay with it". Dimitri hesitates before he brushes his thumb against nils snake bites again. Nils eyes flick up, and he sees dimitris lips curved in a small smile.
"Like em that much"? Nil lets out raspily.
Dimitris eyes flick to his. "Didn't I already say that "? He says shyly as he rubs around nil's piercing, making nil swallow.
"I guess" nil grumbles.
Dimitri chuckles at this and gets closer, his breath ghosting against Nils lips.
His voice goes lower, his eyes lidded.
"This was never about your piercing"..
Nil bites his cheek, hard. "What?"
"You heard me" Dimitri teases.
Dimitris thumb remains resting on nil's lip like he owns it (he does). His eyes watch nil nearly take a chunk out his cheek. “quit biting your cheek so hard man". "no. make me. this is your fault anyway, your messing with me." Nil says lowly. Nil feels Dimitri's hand slide from his lip to his jaw, rubbing it to relax his bite.
“nil,stop. Please.”
Nil grumbles in response.
"Nil."
Nil stares back at Dimitri with fake annoyance.
Then what nil said pops into Dimitris mind.. "make me." Make you huh?
Dimitris grip on his jaw tightens and he pulls nil into a kiss. Nil lets out a small noise, leaning into the hand on his cheek as he nervously kisses back. Their lips press together slowly; Nil's teeth slip off his cheek as he lets out a low groan. As nils cold snake bites press between them and Dimitri teases at them with his lips. Nil lets out a rough breath, and that makes Dimitri try to deepen the kiss. His free hand slides up into Nil’s dark locks, gripping a handful of them.
Nil continues to let out more broken noises as Dimitri tilts his head more into the kiss. Nil tries his best to keep pace with Dimitri, his hands sliding onto his shoulders and gripping Dimitri's hair. A sharp tug stings at Dimitri's scalp, making him break the kiss to catch his breath.
As he catches his breath, Dimitri moves. He guides Nil onto the old couch, it creaking slowly underneath them. One of Dimitri's hands sits onto the couch as the other stays tangled in nils hair. His mouth trails kisses from nils cheek and down to his jaw. He mumbles against his neck lowly. “Is this okay”?
Nils breathe quickens as he stares at the ceiling.
“Dimitri..shit.. yyea this is fine”
Dimitri smiles against his neck. “Never thought you could be so agreeable.” he says teasingly.
Nil scoffs at that and pulls Dimitri by the collar of his shirt. Nils lips press messy kisses over dimitris face.
“Not fair,” Dimitri groans as his grin widens, his pale cheeks fully flushed.
“I don't care” nil mumbles.
After a while their kisses become slower as they get tired. Nil ends up laying fully on the couch, dragging Dimitri down with him. Dimitri doesn’t argue and rests his head against Nil’s chest, hearing his heartbeat beat against his ear. Dimitri's arms rest around nil as he lays ontop of him, leaning into nils hand as he plays with his hair. They remian like this until they fall asleep on each other.
Nil is suddenly looking through a flickering glass. He stands in front of an old tv, a darkness surrounds him. There’s a low buzz filling the room before he sees Dimitri through the tv. Hes walking away? Strangers surround Dimitri, laughing and nudging him as Dimitri smiles back, not noticing Nils's presence at all.
Nil’s stomach drops.
“Hey!” His voice comes out warped into the room.
Dimitri doesn’t turn around, he keeps laughing along with the people. It comes out on the tv statically. Nil swallows and clears his throat. “Dimitri.”? Nothing. The figures surround Dimitri, guiding him further away. Nil steps closer to the tv.
“Dimitri! Hey it's nil! ”.
Dimitri pauses for a second. But he doesn’t turn around. He just keeps walking. The laughter fades with him, getting swallowed by the static as the screen starts to flicker. The strangers smile wider as they guide Dimitri further away. The screen glitches and turns black. Dimitris put of the tvs frame now.
“No! Shit.. shit.. shit... dimitri!” nils eyes tear up as he feels his chest get tighter, making him gasp for air. He slumps onto the ground onto his knees. Leaning down to try to control his breathing, his tears fall onto the black tiles below him.
Then he can't breathe. He claws at his throat harshly, the buzzing from the tv getting louder...Then theres Nothing.
Morning comes slow.
Warm light shines in through the curtains of the window, the trees outside illuminating the house's wooden walls and decor.
Dimitri wakes up first, he leans up from nil's chest and rubs his eye, looking down.
Nil’s still asleep beneath him, his hair is a mess, and his parted lips have a bit of drool on them while he snores. Dimitri looks over him for a moment and then smiles to himself. He leans to get off the couch.
Nil groans, waking up a bit and wiping his lips. "What are you doing.."
“Breakfast,” Dimitri mutters.
“that can wait...” nil grumbles
Dimitri lets out a small snort, and pulls Nil up gently. They both end up in the kitchen, and Nil insists on making something for them to eat, even though he can barely cook. 20 minutes goes by, then the kitchen is filled with smoke. “fuck-” Nil curses under his breath, trying to put the burning pancake out with the spatula.
“Nil?” Dimitri looks up from his phone, getting up off his chair to help.
“I got it. I got it!..” nil keeps hitting the fire with the spatula.
“No you dont let me-”
The fire gets bigger and nil curses, backing away. Dimitri steps in and puts a lid over the pan, stopping the fire.
Silence fills the kitchen.
Nil looks over at the stove, then back at dimitri.
“What the fuck”.
Dimitri looks back at nils annoyed expression and breaks out into laughter. His head leans back a bit as he tries to catch his breath.
Nil glares. “You’re an ass.”
“You almost burned the fucking house down…making a pancake dude.”
Nil rolls his eyes and feels Dimitri gently nudge him out of the way.
“Just sit and chill, ill make something” Dimitri says while giving him a smile, grabbing some eggs out of the fridge.
Nil sits on one of the chairs, arms crossed. Dimitri makes breakfast (without burning anything). He makes some eggs and waffles for the two of them. The sizzling eggs and buzzing of the coffee maker fills the kitchen. It reminds nil of the tv again, making him uneasy. He picks at his fingernails anxiously, drawing some blood.
Nil breaks out his trance when Dimitri sets a plate down in front of him.
Dimitri then sits beside him with his own plate and coffee. Nil eyes the coffee with disgust.
“I dont know how you drink that shit” Nil grumbles as he pours tons of syrup onto his waffle.
Dimitri watches. “And I don't know how you eat so much sugar without vomiting.”
“Coffee is disgusting, sugar isn't.”
Dimitri raises an eyebrow. “You’re disgusting.”
Nil smirks and takes a bite from his waffle. The sides of his mouth getting covered in syrup.
Dimitri smiles and starts to eat his own food.
After eating some eggs off his plate, Dimitri watches nil over the cup of his coffee.
There’s something off about nil.. but he can't put a finger on it..Maybe he didn't sleep?
The bags under nils eyes are deepened, and his body looks tense.
“Did you sleep at all?” Dimitri says after taking a sip.
Nil chews, looking down at his waffle. “I slept, yea.”
Dimitri lets out a hum. “Good, you looked like a zombie at work the other day”
Nil nods in response, not continuing the conversation.
Silence fills the room until nil finishes his food. He pushes his plate to the side and gets up, going to the bathroom groggily. The old floor creaks gently as nils footsteps go farther away. Dimitri watches him leave, finishing the rest of his coffee. He wants to follow him to see what's up, but doesn't pry. Letting him have his privacy.