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The oversized shirt he borrowed did a terrible job in covering Lyney’s skin. He was barely moving, how could it be already falling past his shirt? So what if it was 3 times bigger than the size he usually wore?
Unfortunately, it wasn’t like he could bother to stop and think about it. Lyney had to focus all his efforts in scrunching up his shoulders, pressing down his chin or just anything to protect his neck and collarbone from him.
“Aren’t you going to cut your cake? I worked really hard on it,” Wriothesley mumbled, his voice half muffled as he spoke barely an inch away from Lyney’s neck. His arms were wrapped around the magician’s slim body, effectively trapping him in a hug. “The candle is going to melt.”
Lyney gritted his teeth. He wanted to retort, to tease Wriothesley back and tell him how dumb he was. But he couldn't. All he could do was to giggle, kick his feet and squeeze the duke’s head between his cheek and his shoulder.
Yeah, he could tell Wriothesley spent hours on that (cup)cake - he even forgot to shave! “G-gehehet off me!” Lyney whined, a bright smile on his lips while Wriothesley’s beard made him skin prickle with goosebumps. ‘It itches’, Lyney wanted to protest, even when it was clear - and loud - that it was far more than an itch for him.
“But I want to see the birthday boy making his wish,” Wriothesley smiled, resting his chin on top of Lyney’s bare shoulder, making the other flinch with anticipation. “So? Aren’t you going to blow the candle?”
“You– agh, ah… idiot,” Lyney huffed, sitting back into Wriothesley’s hug, now finding it a bit more comfortable than restraining. Feeling his heart beating fast inside his chest, he waited a couple seconds before gently blow some air towards the small cake.
“Yaay…” Wriothesley smiled, kissing Lyney’s cheek, “what did you wish for?”
“For you to go shave, you jehEHEH- WRIHIHIOTHESLEY, N-NOHOHO!!”