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Fulgur disliked PDA. To him, it was wholly unnecessary. It was enough for him to show his love and affection to his partners while alone, instead of parading it around and shoving it in people’s faces. And sure, it would often get him into deep waters, but he could deal with that. Healthy boundary setting, and all that.
However, Uki, the love of his life, was the only exception to that steadfast rule. Most of said exceptions were while Uki and himself were drunk, but it wasn’t too uncommon to see it happen sober.
Most of the strictness about keeping it under wraps came during streams (unless, again, he was drunk). But as soon as they were out of the public eye, he’d fold.
And Uki knew this. They could still be on call with all of their wonderful friends from so many different timelines and walks of life, and as soon as he’d hit the end stream button, Uki would come out in full force.
Sometimes, the others would chat over their little conversations, so used to the flirting that it becomes background noise. Fulgur could handle a kiss or two in those moments, even if afterwards he gets ‘awed’ by a certain witch of calamity.
And sometimes the hangout call is completely silent. Those are… harder for him.
Fulgur’s metal fingers digging into the edge of his desk, threatening to break the solid material. He battles between his soft-set boundary of ‘nothing more than a kiss when we’re in a call with others, Uki’ and the fact that Uki will be very upset and pouty for the rest of the night, even after they go to a private voice call.
But nights like tonight, when most of them are gathered together in person and Uki is pressed up against him, drunk and pleading for any crumb of affection, is the hardest by far .
The two of them have taken to one of the small couches, sitting against each other at Uki’s behest, who pushes against Fulgur’s side with a smile and draws the cyborg's attention. The psychic is happy as a clam at the fact he was able to get Fulgur so close to him. And, in Fulgur’s mind, was a better alternative to having Uki in his lap, which is what the purple haired man was originally pining for.
“Fuu fuu-chan,” Uki coos, voice loose and floaty. “Can I get a kiss? Please?”
“Later,”
“Please???”
“Uki I said-”
“Just give the man his kiss already, Fulgur. Stop being such a hardass.” Vox unhelpfully supplies from the chair to their right, making Fulgur huff.
“Ughhhh. Finnne.” Fulgur scoots just a touch closer to Uki, pinning his arm between his back and the couch, and leans in for a small peck on the cheek “Mwwahh!”
Fulgur's cheeks redden just a little, and he blames it on the Godfather he had earlier when the room erupts with raucous cheering and quite a few cries of “let’s fucking gooo!”
Though under it all, he can hear Uki’s little drunk giggle. It’s quiet, which isn’t abnormal; Fulgur had gotten rather good at picking Uki’s voice out of a lineup. It helps that Uki is right beside him too, now cuddled into his arm.
“Can I get another?” Uki asks when the noise dies down a bit; he laughs deeply when Fulgur groans.
“In private, sure.” Fulgur defends, waving Uki off for the time being.
And Uki does behave himself…for about 10 minutes. After that, it’s right back to the beginning, and Fulgur’s starting to get nervous with everyone’s eyes on them. So he does the only logical things he can and excuses himself and Uki for the evening.
Most of the other members give them a polite farewell, wishing them good sleep and dreams, but there’s always that one that just has to add gasoline to a dying fire. It was her speciality.
“Keep the noise down, guys! I’m right below Uki’s room.”
“OI!” Fulgur scolds Millie, who is sitting on the floor beside a giggling Enna. “None of that!”
“I mean we could-“ Uki tries to speak, but is cut off.
“Nope. C’mon.” Fulgur denies firmly, tugging Uki out of the room by his wide, oversized sleeve. He leads them up the stairs, and through the corridors, until they reach a door that bears Uki’s name on its plate.
Fulgur pushes it open, purple light flooding into the halls. He’s barely able to get them inside and shut the door behind them before Uki latches onto his front. He sighs.
“Hiiiii,” the psychic drawls. Now that they’re alone, Fulgur doesn’t feel bad indulging in his soft and sleepy voice. “Can I finally get a second kiss now?”
“Nah, I think I deserve one first.” Fulgur chuckles internally at his own greed. Not that he, nor Uki, has a problem with that greed.
So without any hesitation, Uki kisses him. And as his prerogative while tipsy, he immediately slips his tongue into Fulgur’s mouth. The other man goes along with it, hands moving to settle on Uki’s hips and match his energy. Fulgur isn’t ashamed of the butterflies he feels in his stomach.
When Fulgur pulls away, Uki pulls on the collar of his white tank top and demands, “Want more.”
“I think what you want is some water and rest.” Uki pouts, and tries to contest Fulgur’s claim, but a yawn cuts through the words, betraying him. “That’s what I thought.”
Fulgur brings his attention away from Uki’s adorable face, and back to his body, trying to figure out the easiest way for this to happen. His eyes scan up his legs.
Fulgur had made Uki change into some sweatpants after the psychic complained about the discomfort of his normal purple jeans way before they went downstairs to have their little get together.
And good thing he did; he’s not sure he could convince Uki that he’s just taking off his pants to get him comfy, and that there isn’t some ulterior, horny motive.
“Let’s get you ready for bed.” He hopes that this doesn’t set Uki off either, hands skirting up his waist and chest.
Undoing all of Uki’s buckles and straps was second nature to Fulgur. He knew every loop, every little trick to get the particularly stubborn leather free of the metal hardware. If he had to, he’s confident that he could do it blindfolded.
He starts with the ones on Uki’s arms, slipping the twin bands off each bicep with ease. He lays them on the foot of the bed atop Uki’s large, black overcoat that he had shrugged off before leaving his room prior, and then gets started on the chest piece.
This one always took a little bit longer, the angles not lending themselves to ease of removal. Fulgur managed though, metal tipped fingers surprisingly dexterous as they free Uki’s chest from the purple material. He gathers everything in his arms, turns, and takes a few steps to his right.
The jacket gets hung up in the closet, and the harnesses get dumped into an empty clothing bin, ready to be reworn tomorrow, or whenever Uki wanted to futz with putting them back on.
And Uki is still pouting when he returns.
That was just Uki, though. He always wanted Fulgur close to him in moments like this. Always wanted attention and kisses. Always wanted his hands on Fulgur.
Fulgur really loved it… just not when they were in front of all of their friends.
His palms slip under Uki’s hoodie, readying himself to remove it as well, but Uki reaches down to grab his wrists before he can. “Cold.” Fulgur isn’t sure if he himself is cold, or if he’s talking about the grip- “Don’t want it off.” Alright, question answered.
“Of course, my love.” Fulgur retracts and lowers his hands back to Uki’s clothed hips. He kisses Uki chastly on the lips before leading them both down to sit on the bed. “Water now?”
Uki nods; Fulgur takes the metal water bottle off of Uki’s side table, and watches as he gulps down a decent bit. Good, he didn’t want to have to force Uki to drink more.
Fulgur turns down Uki’s request from him to drink as well, stating that he’d been nursing some since Uki’s third drink of the evening. Fulgur wasn’t looking to get sloshed, just pleasantly buzzed. Uki grumbles, but sets the water back in its rightful spot.
“Bed now?” Uki mimics, albeit with a higher, more slurred voice than Fulgur’s. “With me?”
“Yeah, baby. Let’s sleep.” Uki sighs in happiness as he kicks his legs up and settles into his spot on his bed. They’ve shared this bed enough times that they're able to work around each other’s sleeping habits. And Uki, in addition to being a blanket hog, also liked to sleep in the very center.
Which Fulgur got used to quickly, especially since they were always cuddling anyways.
Fulgur adjusts his position accordingly, then twists his body to draw the curtain behind them, to close off the light of the city underneath them. But he’s stopped when a purple aura surrounds the fabric and brings it to the other side of the bed.
“I’m always so surprised when you do that.” Fulgur awes, watching the color dissipate and hearing Uki hum.
“Telekinesis is amazing. Now, stop gawking and get down here and cuddle with me.” Fulgur goes to do just that, then pauses, slightly perplexed. Uki’s laying on his back near the center of the bed, head just barely contained in his pillow with how far over he is. He’s not gonna be able to spoon Uki in this position, nor cradle Uki to his chest.
“How should I-”
“Stop thinking and listen.” Uki tugs on Fulgur’s arms, bringing him down atop Uki with a noise of surprise from the cyborg. Oh. Like this.
Fulgur sets his head on Uki's chest, face flushed at the rare position. It wasn’t every night he got to listen to the psychic’s slow heartbeat like this, and he might have to convince Uki into this more often. It’s a nice feeling; after caring for Uki most of the night, Fulgur feels cared for as Uki’s arm slips over his shoulders. He presses his face into the gray fabric and breathes in Uki’s unique scent.
“You’re so cute.” Uki teases, tussling the silver strands of Fulgur’s hair.
“No you, bitch.” Fulgur bites backs with no bite at all, words muffled. Uki still flicks the back of his head for it though, and Fulgur’s content with that.