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Ted Nivison loves making fun of his boyfriends heights.
Even if Schlatt was a mere inch shorter than he was, and Charlie was half a foot shorter, it still gave him many opportunities to tease them about it.
Whenever he did make fun of them for being shorter, he was either met with three different outcomes.
The first type of outcome would be downright violence. Schlatt would ram his horns right into him and knock him down a few pegs, laughing like a manic when he saw the mock-hurt expression on his face. Charlie, on the other hand, would send his plethora of ice-cream children after him, giggling as they buried him into a slime block.
The second type would be proving that they were superior, regardless of their respective heights. The slime hybrid would stretch to the sky and begin to wiggle around him like an inflatable tube man. The ram hybrid would begin to list out his long, long line of successes and accomplishments he’s achieved in his life ( Ted even wondered if some of it was actually true - but he’s too scared to ask such a thing.)
The third type would be the pair scrambling up his back and resting on his shoulders, commanding him to take them wherever they pleased. Ted only rolled his eyes and complied - no, he’s never going to admit he likes carrying his boyfriends around - gripping their thighs tightly to make sure they wouldn’t slip off.
Ted Nivison loves to get lost in his boyfriends eyes.
Schlatt’s eyes were a shocking yellow, piercing through someone’s soul at just a single glance. Those golden eyes were practically unreadable and yet full of hunger and mischief, looking around for his next victim to fall for the latest shitty scam he’s come up with.
Charlie's eyes are soft, kind, looking towards you with gentle compassion. Like a clover in spring, looking at everything around him as if this is a colorful, new world; always willing to find the good in people.
They have such indescribable beauty and yet he can write about every little detail for hours. He’s always catching himself staring into them during sex, admiring the hazy and lustful look as his hands feel the warmth radianing from their bodies. It’s not like he can not look at them, after all, he always catches them staring at him first.
Ted Nivison loves running his hands through his boyfriend's hair.
Schlatt’s brown locks are surprisingly soft when he isn’t putting gel to keep it from falling into his face. He likes to gently twirl it around his fingers, suggesting that he grow it out long enough to get a manbun. The hybrid declined, saying that it was for hipsters - no way was he any sort of hipster - and yet every time he brings up the subject of cutting his hair, Schlatt claims he’ll leave it for another day.
Charlie’s regular hair is soft as well, with the exception of it being coated in slime with the multitude of ice-cream shaped children that follows him around like little ducklings. He likes to push his hair out of his eyes and kiss his forehead. The surprised reaction that comes after never fails to make him smile.
He also loves tugging and yanking them by the hair when he’s fucking them really good, too.
Ted Nivison loves his boyfriends bodies.
Oh Notch , where does he start?
When Charlie is in his slime form, he likes to trace the hard green exterior, marveling at how translucent the sludge is. Dipping his fingers inside is a pretty cool experience as well, with just how warm the interior gunk is; and it never seems to hurt Charlie when he does it. Hell, sometimes Charlie just likes to go rampant and attempt to cover the entire SMP in his body. It just means that they’ll cuddle for hours later as he carefully prys out the objects trapped inside his system.
Being completely submerged as a human in his body is a completely different feeling however. When Ted gets horrible urges to just - hurt someone or something or anything - Charlie will gently wrap his arms around the chef, bringing him into his body. It’s like your body is sinking - and yet - your mind is floating.
Schlatt’s lower legs are like a ram’s - strong, study, and oh so soft . He doesn’t just allow anyone to touch it, seeing as he nearly bit Ted’s fingers off when they were finding their footing in a new relationship. It had taken weeks before Ted was allowed to touch his fur, and even longer for Schlatt to trust the milkman to brush his fur.
Combing Schlatt’s fur has become one of his favorite pastimes, spending a few hours carefully brushing the fur until it’s nice and fluffy - pretending he doesn’t see his cute wagging of his tail as he does so.
Ted Nivison loves his boyfriends smiles.
Charlie’s smile is as brilliant as the sun, brighter than the moon, practically outshining the million stars above. He smiles enough for all of them, peppering kisses onto their necks and faces whenever he’s given the chance.
Schlatt’s always has a smug smile on his face when he’s in a crowd, that only grows bigger when more people fall into his cryptocurrency trap. But he’s got a rare, reserved shallow smile that can only be caught when he knows he’s safe with the people he’s learned to love.
And Ted Nivison’s boyfriends love him right back.
They’ll bite and nip and mark up his body when they get rare moments alone, murmuring praises against his skin. Learn every little thing about their lover and use it to find certain things he’ll enjoy.
(Once, they even managed to stumble upon a literal strawberry cow. The pair managed to bring it home, and Ted fell in love with the cow at first sight. Now it sits peacefully in their backyard with the name Rosie. )
Schlatt may be more reserved in the PDA category, preferring to show his love through small touches and grand gestures while Charlie will sing songs for the heavens to hear about his wonderful romance every minute of the day - but he wouldn’t have it any other way.