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“So what’s my reward, Papii?” Gun teasingly asks as he wraps both arms completely around Off’s waist.
“Uhh…” Off stretches his neck, awaiting the kiss Gun’s probably going to give him. Sure enough, he feels his nong’s lips along the exposed skin and Off can’t help but smile. “Whatever you want,” he tells him.
“Anything?” Gun asks, his voice pleased by the prospect. He drops a few more kisses up Off’s neck and behind his ear before he reluctantly pulls away and resumes cleaning up the dishes at the table. Off watches him gather up the plates and silverware and head to the sink. “Another bag maybe? Or that new watch I was telling you about…”
Off swallows, suddenly feeling very nervous. His heart beats wildly in his chest as he stares at Gun’s back. The weight in his pocket feels a lot heavier all of a sudden.
This doesn’t stop him from getting down on one knee, though. His hand slips inside, pulling the small box out. He takes a deep breath and asks Gun, “What about a ring?”
There’s a clattering sound as Gun drops a spoon he’d been cleaning. He jerks around suddenly, and the moment he sees Off kneeling, his hands are coming up to his own face in disbelief. “Papii!” he cries out, the tears already welling up in his eyes.
“Let me first say…this can be whatever you want it to be, ok? If you’re not ready, I’ll completely understand. I’ll wait for however long you need–it doesn’t need to mean anything at all.” Off smiles as he looks up at Gun, as the other boy is shaking above him. “But I would be very happy if you say yes, Gun. Because it’s only you. It’s only ever been you for me. Make a silly old man like me so ridiculously happy, please. Marry me, Gun.”
“Yes! Yes! God, yes, Papii,” Gun squeals, launching himself at Off. They fall back onto the floor from the impact, Gun kissing him eagerly everywhere he can reach.