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Idia still can't wrap his head around it sometimes. Being able to hold Vil Schoenheit still on his lap, as if he was allowed such a privilege. What baffled him was that he was! In fact, it was more like the Pomefiore prefect belonged on his lap. The very thought of it was more exhilarating than ranking will ever be.
Is this what it was like being a boyfriend?
The sight before him is gorgeous, why wouldn't it be? Vil is the most beautiful student on campus, objectively and (clearly) subjectively. His hair falls loose over his shoulders, lavender tips tickling the base of his neck, blond strands sticking up from Idia's prior treatment of such soft, luscious hair. Vil's eyes gleam in the dim light of Idia's room, his computer screen reflecting in the pale purple of his iris'. They're full of mischief, without any semblance of the prim and proper (albeit also terrifying and sharp-tongued) Vil the outside world sees. This sight is for him and him only.
It makes him feel a tad bit crazy in a way that he can't explain. It's like drinking five cans of some obscure energy drink for an all-nighter he just has to pull. Somehow, even that pales in comparison.
Vil's body is warm against his and his long, delicate legs are hooked around Idia's waist, locking him in place. As if I'd rather be anywhere else. He muses, running his hands up and down his lover's waist, tentatively, his shyness and inexperience getting the better of him once again.
Vil sighs at the simple, yet affectionate touch all the same. It may not seem like much to anyone else but to Idia, it’s just as serotonin boosting as hearing his notifications go off to alert him of his LP being refilled again for the day.
“Your hands are soft,” Vil says approvingly, moving one hand over Idia’s right to remain on his waist while he guides the other to cup his cheek. The sight of Vil leaning into Idia’s touch renders him speechless and he can already feel his dreadfully pale face start to burn brighter than the pits of hell.
Vil hums, pressing a soft kiss to the palm that was cupping his cheek just a second ago. Oh
Seven.
“Have you been using the moisturizer I gave you? It smells divine. …Of course it would, I
am
the one who picked it out after all.” He says with half-lidded eyes and a beautiful curl to his lips.
OH SEVEN.
Idia quickly averts his gaze, embarrassed by the assumption under Vil’s gaze. Sure, it was true…. but still! Vil's ability to notice the change right away was beyond him, and so was his smile. Small and delicate and so full of adoration…. you would think that he was looking in a mirror with the way he’s smiling, but he isn't. He is looking at Idia with those beautiful, sparkling eyes and quirked, apple-red lips.
“Idia?”
He stole a chaste kiss from Vil. He doesn’t know what came over him, but he’s absolutely mortified that he did. Vil is staring at Idia with wide eyes, blinking more times than Idia can count.
He’s never taken the initiative with their kisses, he’s always thought that he was too underleveled to try. And that still hasn’t changed…. so how the hell did he glitch?! THIS WASN’T IN HIS CODE. And oh my Seven Vil is STILL staring at him. He feels his heartbeat begin to kickstart and he can’t help the way his eyes flit around the room to look at anything but Vil right now.
What if Vil hated it? What if he was a shitty kisser? FUCK. WHAT IF HE WAS A SHITTY KISSER? Vil would break up with him immediately, no one wants to date a bad kisser. Vil always takes the lead…. so it makes sense that those kisses have always been good. SO WHERE DID HE GO WRONG??? He’s done for, it’s GAME OVER, he can already see the blinking failure screen asking if he wants to try again.
“Do that again.”
Idia’s shocked, yellow eyes snap to Vil’s serious, lavender ones. “I- Uh- What?”
Vil groans. Before Idia can process anything that’s happening right now, his boyfriend (?) grabs his face with a force that he tends to forget Vil’s pretty, slender hands can exert. “Just
kiss me
, Idia.”
Oh.
Oh okay.
So they’re definitely still dating. His boyfriend just asked him to kiss him. HIS BOYFRIEND JUST ASKED HIM TO KISS HIM.
“ Idia. ”
“RIGHT ANYTHING FOR YOU VIL THANK YOU FOR NOT DUMPING ME.”
“Dump you? Idia what are y— MMPH. ”
And just like that, Vil is melting against Idia’s lips, whatever he was going to say dying on his tongue.
If Vil wanted Idia to kiss him then by the Seven he was going to get kissed!
And by the way Vil is eagerly pushing his own lips onto Idia's, he guesses he isn't a shitty kisser after all.