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Purple and Green awoke at the same time, the rooster in the yard crowing with the morning light. Purple yawned and rubbed his eyes, noting the unfamiliar pressure on his back. Green snuggled him from behind, bodies connected at all points, and Purple blushed, shifting away to extricate himself from the man. Green held tighter.
“Where do you think you're going, my darling?” he asked, his morning voice deep and husky. Purple liked the sound.
“I was just...going to make breakfast,” he said shyly.
“Breakfast can wait.” Green's hand slid up Purple's chest, holding him against him indefinitely. He kissed the back of Purple's neck, melting his heart, and Purple had no choice but to give in, feeling too warm and cared for to put up any fight.
“We kissed last night, didn't we?” he whispered.
“Hmm, can't remember,” Green said, voice vibrating against Purple's body. “Was that before or after we took a bath together?” Purple giggled.
“After. But I do recall saying that I was only helping you bathe.”
“Your hair is still wet.”
“Accidents happen.”
“How convenient,” Green's lips were directly beside Purple's ear now, breath hot on his skin, “that this little 'accident' involved me being naked in the bathtub.”
“Hush.”
“How convenient,” he continued, grinning, “that you had your hands all over me.”
“Green,” Purple whispered pleadingly as Green hooked a leg around his hip.
“How convenient,” Green shifted, resting his weight ever so slightly on top of him, “that you told me you had liked giving me a bath. And you claim is was just an accident?” His mouth was on Purple's neck again, sucking the soft skin over his vertebra. Purple sighed softly but he wasn't sure if it was in irritation or pleasure.
“You know I wouldn't just recklessly get my hair wet like that,” he said, attempting to sound cross with the man, but Green only hummed against his skin, shifting on top of Purple completely.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
That was a good question. On the one hand, it was amazing. Green's lips tickled Purple's neck in the best way, and the weight of his body squished Purple so pleasantly, grounding him in the moment. He loved it. On the other hand, the front door of the house just opened, Mango's footsteps echoing throughout the cottage.
“Purple, I'm home!”
As if they were two rebellious teenagers, Green scrambled off of Purple, and they both jumped out of the bed.
“Coming, Papa!” he called, trying to sound as innocent as possible, both young men yanking on their day clothes. Running his hands hastily through his hair (what did it even look like right now?!), Purple calmly left the room to greet his father. Mango was already in the kitchen, lighting a fire in the cookstove.
“Was everything alright with Fraulein Magenta's cow?” he asked. Out of the corner of his eye, Purple saw Green casually exit the bedroom behind him. The two men sat down at the kitchen table, pretending they had not gotten up to any mischief, as Green like to call it, the night before nor that morning.
“Well, the thing came real early,” Mango said, straightening again and grabbing a frying pan. “They'll have to keep an eye on the baby closely otherwise it won't survive the winter.”
“Oh, that's a shame,” Purple replied, frowning slightly. Mango tipped his head.
“That's nature, I suppose,” he said. Then he glanced over his shoulder. “Have you two had breakfast yet?”
“No we just woke up.” Was Purple incriminating them by admitting such a thing? But then he realized that was a stupid thought because Mango had been the one to tell Green to stay the night in the first place.
“Want some eggs and bacon?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Yeah, I'll have some eggs,” Green said neutrally. But he sent a wink Purple's way when Mango turned back to the stove, grinning. The look Purple gave him in return echoed the same sentiment as had tugging on his hair during the bath—behave yourself. Green's shoulders shook with silent laughter. Breakfast carried on normally, and then he returned home to his den. Purple watched him through the kitchen window as Mango sipped a mug of coffee, gripping the windowsill anxiously.
“Aren't you going to ask?” he said.
“Nope,” his father replied.
“You're not wondering,” Purple said, turning around, bracing for a scolding, “what we were up to last night?” Mango gave him a weird look over his mug.
“I would rather not know.”
“We didn't do anything!”
“Okay.” Mango took another sip, leaving Purple reeling.
“Aren't you supposed to be upset?” he demanded. “I'm your son! I just spent the night with a man!”
“You're an adult, Purple,” Mango said calmly. “If you were seventeen, I wouldn't have allowed it. But now that you're twenty-five...well it's about time.”
“'It's about time'?!” Purple exclaimed. His father chuckled.
“Weren't you always writing to me,” he said, “about how you wished you could make more friends in university?” Mango took another sip. “It's about time you found someone you like to be with. I suppose I would've preferred you find a nice young woman and start a family of your own, but Green is a good man.”
“Even if he's a werewolf?”
Mango leveled his son a stare. “There are good werewolves, and there are bad werewolves,” he said. “Most are bad. But the good ones, the ones who defy their monstrous nature, ones who would never shed a drop of human blood, those ones are truly good. That is who Green is. I have seen it.” Mango shrugged nonchalantly, but the corners of his lips twitched. “You two have my blessing.” Purple's jaw fell, staring incredulously at the old man. And then he laughed joyously, running to his father and hugging him tight.
“Thank you, Papa!” he said, grinning. “Thank you so much!”
“Ehh,” Mango shook his head slightly, taking another drink of his coffee. “It's not that big a deal.” But he smiled alongside his son, placing a loving hand on his arm.
Purple tread carefully across the snowy forest, keeping an eye on the tracks that he followed. They were wolf tracks—Green's tracks. The two were playing a little game. If Purple could track him down within half an hour then Green would give him a kiss. But if he could not, then Purple would give Green a kiss. It had been a little over twenty minutes now, and Purple was hopelessly lost, walking around in circles. He did not recognize this part of the forest, stepping through the trees to find a large lake, frosted over with ice. It was beautiful, but despite the beauty, he grew anxious, wondering if he was in fact following Green or another animal entirely. He skirted the lake, losing the trail all together.
“Green?” he called out, fiddling nervously with his hands. Purple was not sure what he would do if he could not find his way back to the trail. It was not yet evening, but if the sun fell and he was stuck, he may freeze out here. “Are you there?”
He felt something wet press against his hand, gasping in surprise. Purple turned to find his dear wolf nosing him gently, and he laughed in relief, falling to his knees. He hugged the wolf around his neck while Green wagged his tail. He licked Purple's cheek comfortingly.
“I thought you had left me,” he admitted, but Green pressed his head against Purple's shoulder, firmly, reassuringly. Purple ran his hands over his soft, fluffy fur, and Green laid down on his back, letting Purple playfully scratch his belly, one leg kicking slightly. Purple giggled. “You'd never do that, would you?” Green gave a happy yip as if to say never. Purple kissed him on the snout, continuing to rub his belly, but they were soon interrupted.
“Green!” Purple looked up to see Blue, waving from the treeline, snickering at them. Green flipped over onto his paws, alert. “Enough playtime. You agreed to help Yellow with her contraptions!” And then suddenly Green was a man again.
“Can't you see we're a bit busy at the moment!” he said in exasperation, sitting up on his knees
“Yes!” Purple agreed with a grin, hugging him around the middle. “He is being such a good boy for me.” Green snapped his head back to Purple with a betrayed gasp. Blue laughed.
“You can bring your boyfriend if you'd like,” she said.
“Fine,” Green relented. “But no disturbing us in the future. And you,” he pointed a finger in Purple's face, “you are going to pay for that remark.”
“I'll take my chances,” Purple said, raising a brow. They got up and followed Blue back to the Color Pack's den.
Aside from their poor first impression, Purple liked the Color Pack. They were fun and friendly and reminded him so much of Green, and they seemed to like Purple, too, including him in their conversations and activities as if he had always been there. They asked him what he had been up to, how Mango was doing and the like. They even cooked him delicious meals despite eating raw meat themselves, letting him bake pies and cookies for them in return. But today, they were consumed with whatever frightening mess Yellow had thrown together, laughing when the jumbled mess of redstone failed in its task. They all made fun of her, and she pretended to be upset. Purple couldn't help but smile as Green walked him back home that night.
“Father gave us his blessing,” he said quietly, swinging their held hands slightly. “When you stayed over the other night. He said that,” Purple paused to laugh, “that it was about time that I found someone that made me happy.”
“I make you happy?” Green asked, smile gentle.
“Yes, very much so.” Purple stopped walking and pulled him into a hug, tucking his face into his neck.
“My beloved,” Green whispered in his ear. They stood there for a time, simply hugging as Green murmured sweet nothings in his ear. Then he pulled back. “I want to take you somewhere,” he said, tugging Purple in a different direction.
“Where?”
“My den. The private one.”
Purple felt heat rush to his face. “Oh,” he said with a little smile. “I would like that. I would like that a lot.”
“I was hoping you'd say that.” Green leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Though I do enjoy spending time with your father and our friends...a little privacy is never a bad thing.” There was a different sort of note in his voice at that last statement, a note that sent butterflies through Purple's tummy.
“Not at all,” he agreed.
The walk was not long, in fact the den was actually fairly close to the cottage, only fifteen minutes away. When they arrived, Green moved a bit of brush out of the way to reveal a hole in the ground.
“I've wanted to bring you here for a while. But I wasn't sure what you'd say.”
“I would've said yes, of course,” Purple said, peeking inside.
“Forgive me,” he said with a smirk. “You know how shy I can be.” Purple shook his head fondly.
Green took Purple's hand, carefully leading him down into the den. It was far smaller than the Color Pack's, he had to crouch to fit, but when he knelt on his knees, there was plenty of head room. The area it took up was about the size of a large bed. Despite the humble space, the dirt ground was covered in soft blankets and pillows. Green lit a lantern, casting shadows across the walls of the little room.
“It's very cozy in here,” Purple said, looking around with a smile. He sat next to Green, letting him pull a warm blanket around his shoulders.
“Do you like it?” he asked, prompting Purple's smile to grow.
“I do.” Then Purple glanced away, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “Can I...lay down.”
“You can,” Green said at once. He fluffed a pillow before reaching for Purple, gently pulling him over and laying his head down. They stared at each other. The way Purple looked up at him, so innocent and trusting, made his vision blur with something animalistic and instinctive, desires base and carnal. Green kissed him gently, spine tingling with arousal.
“I want you,” he whispered into his lips.
“I want you, too,” Purple said, bringing his hands into Green's hair, and Green threw a leg over his hips, straddling him and kissing him more. His lips began to travel Purple's face, light as a butterfly, over his cheeks, his eyes, his jaw, settling at the base of his throat.
“Do you like this?” he asked, flicking out his tongue for a quick taste of Purple's warm skin.
“Yes,” he whispered, lightly scratching Green's back with his nails, but he may as well have been gouging deep, wonderful trenches into him, the way it sent pleasant zaps of lighting through his core to the tips of his fingers. Green moaned, the sound reverberating off of Purple's neck.
Green began sipping at his skin, leaving a tiny mark, but then those wolfish instincts took over and he really began to take him in. Purple smelled so good, and he tasted even better, and Green couldn't get enough, hands tangling in his long hair. He pulled Purple's head to the side, grazing his throat with his teeth before diving in again.
“Wait.”
Green froze. Then he pulled away, looking down at his beloved. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” Purple swallowed. “I just...need a moment to adjust.” Green watched him taking a few calming deep breaths. Had he gone too far?
“What are you comfortable with?” Green asked, brushing his knuckles lightly across Purple's cheek.
“N-nothing below the waist.”
You're no fun, but Green did not say this and regretted even thinking this because Purple was lots of fun, and as much as Green needed him, really needed him, he couldn't just take whatever he wanted. He wouldn't do that to his beloved.
“We should pick a safe word,” he said.
“What is that?”
Green grinned at his sweet, innocent little human. “If I do anything you don't like, just say the word and I stop immediately.”
“Oh. That's a good idea.” Purple paused. “Do you have any words in mind?”
“How about 'violin'?”
Purple chuckled. “'Violin'?” he repeated. “Do you enjoy my playing so much as to incorporate it into our...?”
“Intimacy?” Green finished for him. “I think it suits you.”
“'Violin' it is then.” Purple smiled, looking much more confident and comfortable than he had a moment ago. It made Green happy.
“Let's practice,” he said. “I'm going to kiss you, and you say the word 'violin', and I'll stop.”
“Okay,” Purple giggled.
Green leaned forward again, gently pressing his lips to the mark he made on Purple's neck.
“Violin,” he whispered, and Green pulled back.
“Good job,” he praised. “Now another one.” He kissed lower this time, finding Purple's collarbone.
“Violin,” Purple said, giggling again.
“Excellent,” Green breathed, pulling away again. “Now one more.” This time, he moved to the other side of Purple's neck, dragging the flat of his tongue across his skin before settling into the dip of his giggling lover's shoulder, sucking gently. When Purple did not say anything, only kept giggling like a maniac, Green released his skin. “Purple,” he chided, smiling. “You have to say it one last time.”
“No,” he said with a adorable defiance.
“We're practicing,” Green gently persuaded, sitting up again to look down at him.
“No!” Purple's giggles continued. “I want more! Give me more.”
“Are you talking back to me?” Green whispered. He slid his hands down Purple's arms, grabbing his wrists.
“Maybe.”
“Little brat. Fine. I'll give you more.” He pulled Purple's wrists up and pinned them to the ground on either side of his head. He gazed up at Green, eyes hazy.
“This is how we first met,” he said quietly.
“Do you like this?” Purple only giggled. “Tell me,” Green commanded in a murmur.
“Would it be silly if I said yes?”
Green shook his head with a smile. “Not at all.”
“Then yes, I do!”
“Good.” Green's smile turned into a smirk. “Though I do believe I had a hand around your neck at the time.”
Purple's eyes widened. “Should we try it?” Wordlessly, Green released his wrists and carefully placed his fingers around Purple's neck. He gave the tiniest squeeze, but Purple frowned, pulling Green's hands away. “Violin.”
“No choking then. Good to know.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Purple giggled again. And then he wasn't giggling, simply gazing up at Green, stars in his eyes. “I like you being above me like this,” he said quietly.
“I like it, too,” Green admitted. He put his hands back on Purple's wrists. “You look so good down there.” Was it strange that Green liked having a bit of power over his lover? He would never abuse it, would never force Purple to give up his agency, but Green also wanted to ruin him, slowly, gently, at Purple's own pace and with his unquestionable consent. He wanted it so bad. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
Green leaned down, releasing Purple's wrists and gripping his hair again. He kissed him, open-mouthed, sharing hot breaths and saliva, tongues tasting and leaving each other gasping. But blood began to rush where Green really did not need it rushing right now. He turned his head away, cursing.
“Sorry,” he said, lifting his hips slightly. “Please ignore that.” Purple giggled again.
“It's okay. You can't control it.” He placed his hands on Green's face, drawing him in again, and then the little brat hooked one leg around his, pulling his hips back down.
“You're not making this easy for me,” he breathed into Purple's lips. The man had the gall to laugh, not giggle, but snicker as if he was the one in charge here, and Green suspected that Purple really was. “Behave yourself.”
“Or what?” Then Purple's other leg was between his, pressing his thigh where Green really, really didn't need him to press. Green cursed again, louder this time.
“Violin!” he said in a panic. Purple gasped, letting his legs fall back to the plush blanket floor.
“I'm sorry!” he said quickly. “Are you okay? Did I make your uncomfortable?” Green took a deep, shuddering breath. It was several seconds before he could say anything at all.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he breathed.
“In a good way or a bad way?” Purple said, sounding nervous. Green did not like hearing him so upset.
“Good way.” He said no more than that because if he told Purple just how badly he needed him right now, he was scared that his beloved would convince himself to do something he wasn't ready for. So Green only took a few more calming breaths before ultimately decided to roll onto his side, laying next to Purple on the blankets. “This is probably safer.”
“You think so?” Purple asked carefully.
“Yes. Now,” the grin was back on Green's face, “I want to hear you giggle for me again.” He attacked Purple's neck, eliciting that lovely laughter that was going to ring in his ears for days to come.
“Can I kiss your neck?” Purple asked timidly.
“Yes, please,” Green begged.
Purple put his lips on his throat, and if he wasn't giggling before, he definitely was now, laughter ricocheting around Green's brain as he sucked gently at his skin. Green whimpered like a dog. This was not safer, but he let it happen because it would feel like a physical injury if they stopped now. Purple paused to take a breath, but Green had his hand on his head, pressing Purple gently back into him.
“Keep going,” he whispered so quietly that he wasn't sure he had even heard him. Green tipped his head back invitingly, and his lover complied, giggling some more. It then occurred to him, as Purple playfully covered his neck in teeny, tiny, inexperienced hickies, that perhaps his beloved was a nervous laugher. “You okay?” he asked regretfully. “Do you need to stop?” Purple laughed some more, sucking harder. “Answer me.” Purple released him with a little smooching sound.
“Am I going too far?” he asked, lips brushing Green's skin.
“Not for me. I'm asking for you.”
Another giggle. “Can I sit on top of you?”
“No.” Green wasn't sure where this monumental strength to resist was coming from, but he was grateful for it. “We're keeping things above the waist, remember?” Purple giggled again, lifting his knee to straddle him, but Green grabbed it and forced it (gently) back to the ground. “Violin, you little brat.” Purple sighed and laid down next to him again.
“I know you're right,” he said, rubbing a hand on Green's chest. “I've just never done this before and it's...very exciting.”
“It is. But there will be time for all that later, once you're more prepared.” They laid there for a bit before Purple spoke again.
“You won't tell anyone about this will you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Because, I know we're together and everyone knows we're together,” Purple continued, “but this is really personal, and I don't want people knowing any private details because that would be so embarrassing. Not you! I'm not embarrassed by you, of course, I just don't want people looking at me and knowing I like being pinned down, and-!”
Green shushed him, and Purple stopped talking.
“This is our private business,” he said, drawing Purple into a firm hug. “I won't say anything about you, and you won't say anything about me.”
“Okay!” Purple said happily. “Good.”
They laid there in silence again, enjoying each other's presence, and Green felt his eyes begin to droop, yawning.
“Did I tire you out?” Purple whispered impishly. Green chuckled.
“Yes,” he whispered back. “But I'm okay with it.”
They fell asleep cuddling each other.
If Purple seemed a little too happy when he returned to the cottage the next morning, Mango didn't mention it, and if Green seemed too happy when he returned to the Color Pack's den, well obviously they were going to make fun of him, asking him things that were none of their business. He told them to mind their own with a smile on his face, already secretly planning his next rendezvous with his beloved.
It took a long time for Purple to be comfortable enough to escalate things, but neither man minded the wait, just happy to be together.