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Bim's mind was fuzzy when he woke up that morning, feeling the most comfortable and the warmest he's ever been. It was rather odd, seeing that he usually woke up to his words burning on his arm and cold. He sighed, moving closer to where the warmth was coming from, a smaller point right in front of him. He really wanted to go back to sleep, but for whatever reason, couldn't.
Finally, Bim managed to open up his eyes, seeing a blurry figure in front of him that he couldn't make out. Whatever it was, the college student snuggled in, once again sighing in content. What sounded like a chuckle filled the air, the thing in front of him vibrating as if it was the source of the sound. Bim slowly looked up in confusion, only to see a familiar mustached mace.
In an instant all the memories of the previous day came flooding back to him, his Soulmate pointing a gun at him, then kissing him senseless, then sleeping together. It came in such a rush that Bim had to blink a few times to make sure everything was real, that he was really in his Soulmate's arms, that he really was awake.
"Wil... ford?" he croaked out, voice deep and scratchy from sleep. The man smiled down at him, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. Bim leaned into the hand, soaking in the warmth in radiated.
"Did you sleep well, love?" Wilford asked him, thumb running along Bim's cheekbone. The college student nodded, yawning widely. He was still struggling to wake up, and without thinking he leaned up and pecked the other's lips. He loved how Wilford immediately turned it into a proper kiss, moving so that the hand on his cheek was cupping his jaw. Bim giggled, tilting his head and pressing closer to the other, and soon Wilford was pressing him against the bed, continuing to kiss him over and over again.
They both stayed there for quite a while, tasting each other and rarely breaking for air until their lips were bruised and swollen red. Bim eventually had to break away for air, but Wilford refused to stop kissing him, going for his jaw and neck instead. This made Bim giggle more, the man's mustache tickling his sensitive neck.
"Wilford!" Bim laughed, trying to move his head away, only for said man to basically pin him so that he couldn't move as he assaulted Bim's neck and face with kisses. The college student laughed and thrashed in his Soulmate's arms, weakly attempting to get away but knowing that even if he wanted to to it'd be helpless. Wilford was strong, stronger than Bim probably ever could be, but for once the thought didn't scare him. It made Bim feel... safe.
Bim finally managed to grab Wilford's head and bring it away from him, flushed and out of breath from laughing. They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds, feeling giddy and content. Bim stroked the man's cheeks leaning up to kiss him-
"What the fuck?!"
Bim nearly jumped out of his skin, heart rate skyrocketing and adrenaline spiking in an instant. Wilford jumped as well, protectively wrapping his arms around the student as if to shield him from whoever just said that. Unfortunately, Bim knew exactly who it was, and just how fucked he was in that moment.
Right there at his door with the most shocked expression on his face, was no other than his roomate Mark.
Bim gulped, giving an awkward smile and small wave from where he was under Wilford, not really sure what else he could do. How was he supposed to explain this at all?
"Oh, it's just you," Wilford shrugged, his defensive air going away, sitting up so that he wasn't lying on his Soulmate, still keeping his arms where there were around Bim, who couldn't help but flush a bright red. Mark's brown eyes went back and forth between the two swifty, as if trying to decide who he was going to kill first. He finally stopped on Bim, eyes bright.
"Dude. You have some serious explaining to do."
"So you're telling me this pink mustached bitch is your Soulmate?"
Wilford narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, not liking the way Bim's roommate, Mark apparently, was talking about him. It was one thing to be disrupted from spending time it your Soulmate, but it was a whole different story when the one interrupting you is a jerk. Like Mark was.
Bim fiddled with his hands nervously, the blush on his cheeks never quite dying down after his roommate had busted into his room to see them, and while any other time Wilford would have loved to see the beautiful blush on his love's face, especially if it was caused by him, right now was not the time. Wilford fought the urge to just scope Bim into his arms and walk away, or even to get his gun and shoot Mark in the face. Either one he thought, would not be good right now.
"This pink mustached bitch has a name, you know," Wilford snapped back. "And it's Wilford."
Mark's eyes darted to him, glaring. "Did I ask you? No, I did not. I think I have the right to know when my friend is sleeping with somebody in our shared room!"
Bim flushed even darker if that was possible, covering his face with his hands. "It wasn't like that, Mark! And plus, last night was the only night this has ever happened. Can we please just let it go?" Bim begged.
Mark pursed his lips, but said nothing else. Instead, he walked right over to Wilford and whispered, "you hurt him, I cut your dick off. We clear?"
Wilford leaned in until his nose was nearly touching Mark's. "You hurt or threaten me or my Soulmate again, and they'll never find your body. We clear?"
Mark must have believed his words, standing back and giving Wilford one more hard look before storming off, leaving the dorm room with the slam of a door. Bim sighed, some of the blush on his cheeks fading. The man walked up to him, grabbing his wrist and kissing it gently in attempts to soothe him. Bim was shaking slightly,and Wilford could feel the desire to stop it and to make Bim feel safe again.
"He's not like that usually, I promise. He's just protective," the college student muttered, wrapping his arms around Wilford's waist and burying his head into his chest, sighing. Wilford wrapped his own arms around the kid, loving how perfect he felt in his arms.
"Don't worry about it, love. If I were him, I'd protect a star as bright as you just as fiercely."
Wilford could feel Bim's blush through his shirt and see it in his ears. A muffled, "you're so cheesy," was able to be heard, making the man laugh.
"You bet your ass I am."
And the to stayed there for a long time, happy in each other's arms.