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Constance was sitting on the couch the first time it happened. It was movie night in his and Flynn's little apartment, so they were both sitting on the couch, actually.
The demon was on it's right, with it practically snuggled up to his side. But they did it all the time! Why did it feel different, now?
it looked up at Flynn, watching his face that was usually covered by his puff of green and yellow hair. He was beautiful... That was a fact it had already known, but he had never really looked at him. Admired the way his cheek fluff puffed out, how his purple eyes sparkled in the light from the tv.
Constance was starting to feel warm inside, it's face flushed. He knew his friend was pretty. The fact had just... Never really sunk in.
He stayed like that for a while, watching the delicate mechanisms in his face. The way his muzzle was wolflike, but slender and sleek.
The way his forehead dipped down in between his eyes, giving his nose the appearance of being pointed downward. His cheeks were unblemished, the fur smooth and carefully arranged. It knew he spent a lot of time on that...
Constance snuggled up a bit closer, nestling his face into the crook of Flynn's neck and shoulder. The demon looked down, blinking a bit.
"Tots..?" Constance blushed a bit more at the nickname, but he covered it with an eye roll.
"I'm cold, asshole..." Flynn huffed, but he looked back at the screen, seemingly pleased with the response.
Constance took the opportunity to look back up at him, smiling. The demon threw back his head in a sigh at something happening on the tv, and it admired the way his eyes crinkled up and his lips curled into an adorable little smile... It almost wanted to kiss him. Almost! He wasn't some pervert!
Oh god, what was he thinking? Flynn was his best friend! Ever since they had become roommates in their first year of college...
They had become fast friends, being the two youngest on campus with it being 15 and him being 14. they had stuck together ever since. So why was he suddenly stuck with the desire to hold him close and whisper sweet things to him until they fell asleep together? Because that certainly wasn't something he felt before! Ugh.
...It couldn't deny that it felt good, though.