daydreamdnn
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"Wake up, we need to kiss, I’m going to die!”
Frigid hands slip under Georgia’s hoodie and press against her skin, the cold vanishing any hope of sleep or peace. Georgia shrieks, struggling to wriggle away from the assault.
“Please pleas please please please—” Sapnap is chanting, agile fingers dancing across Georgia’s stomach and waist.
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There’s another battle with the arm George is tightly grasping, and they’re both giggling and trying to win — Sapnap allows George to push with both hands, to even the playing field — until the next question is called.
“Who loves the hardest?”
It catches Sapnap completely off guard and his muscles absolutely crumple, sending George crashing forwards into him, shrieking a bit but still giggling even as Sapnap has to scramble to catch him. And then George is In His Arms.
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“I wanna kiss you,” George says. Casual as anything.
Karl’s whole body takes a screenshot, flooding him with white, and once the bright flash has faded he’s drenched with simmering red rage.
“What the fuck,” he bites out. “You have a boyfriend, George, you fucking — why the fuck would you say that? Why would you say that?”
George sits up slowly, a calm smile on his face and his hands raised placatingly.
“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m allowed to kiss you. Me and Sap talked about it and decided it was allowed. I can kiss you whenever I want.”
“I don’t wanna be your hall pass,” Karl spits.
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“You guys wanna kiss so bad,” Karl says, singsong. His chest sinks with a weighted, burning ache, so he distracts himself by making obnoxious kissing noises.
“Shut up, dude,” Sapnap says, but his bluntness is more anxious than aggressive.
“You wanna kiss me so bad,” George crows, mimicking Karl’s tone.
The teasing knocks Sapnap out of his fluster, and he retorts, “You wanna kiss me so bad, dumbass.”
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George feels dizzy, blood running hot through his whole body, face burning as his skin tingles wherever Karl touches him, his steady hand and his soft kisses lingering.
“Karl,” George whispers, his rough voice cracking embarrassingly.
“What?” Karl says, grinning brightly as he straightens up, still holding George’s hand. The streetlights make his eyes look crystalline, shimmering deep blue and beautiful.
“You’re an idiot. Kiss me properly,” George demands, grabbing at the front of Karl’s shirt and wobbling up onto his tiptoes.
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