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It was a cozy evening at Lars’ mansion. The lamps casted a warm, soft glow over the living room while the smell of chamomile tea and jazz music wafted gently in the air.
Resting his head comfortably on Sumiya’s thigh, Lars scrolled through his phone, checking updates and news at a leisurely pace. It had become his routine due to his position as the CEO of a multinational conglomerate, which required him to always be up-to-date with the ever-changing political and economic world. Every now and then, he would type a short note for himself, his fingers moving across the keyboard with effortless efficiency.
Meanwhile, Sumiya had a book propped in one hand, his other hand absentmindedly threading through Lars’ golden hair, occasionally grazing the blonde’s ear. Lars didn’t mind the hand stroking his hair - if anything, it made him feel even more at ease. From time to time Sumiya would pause to take a quick sip of tea, and Lars would glance up, silently waiting for him to resume his strokes.
A few rustles here and there as Sumiya turned a page and Lars adjusted his position, but neither spoke. They were both submerged in their own world, yet they still savored the quiet company of each other.
Halfway through a chapter, Sumiya’s gaze drifted to Lars, his lips curled up into a faint smile. No matter what, Lars remained as striking as ever - unfairly so. His demeanor was entirely relaxed, only his aquamarine eyes remained sharp as he skimmed through the text on his phone.
Sensing the smaller man's gaze, Lars murmured without looking away from the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Enjoying the view?”
Sumiya chuckled, putting the book aside. “Maybe.” His fingers brushed gently over Lars’ cheek. “You really look the part of a CEO when you are serious.”
Lars finally glanced up, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with amusement. “Only when I’m serious? Then what do I look like when I’m not serious?”
“Let me think…” The black-haired man hummed, narrowing his dark eyes as he pretended to scrutinize his partner’s face. “Yep, definitely a smug lion.” He mused with mock seriousness, nodding as if agreeing with himself.
Lars let out a hearty laugh. He finally set his phone aside and sat up, wrapping an arm around the smaller man’s shoulder.
“You forgot something.” He said, a glint of mischief in his aquamarine eyes.
Sumiya knew that look all too well. “Wait-”
“I'm your smug lion.” Before Sumiya could protest, Lars locked him in his embrace, peppering him with loud, exaggerated kisses. The black-haired man squirmed, a warm blush blooming across his face, but he made no real attempt to pull away.
Laughter filled the room, light and unrestrained as they both lost themselves in the intimate banter.
“You're impossible.” Still breathless from laughter, Sumiya - now pinned beneath Lars - struggled to get the words out.
“But you love me, little tiger.” The blonde stated matter-of-factly, a smug grin spreading across his face.
Sumiya rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. Instead, he propped himself up just enough to press a quick peck on his partner's cheek.
“True, I really do love you.”
Lars’ smirk softened into something far more tender as he recognized the unguarded affection beneath those deep, dark eyes.
“And I love you too.”