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Greg's eyes locked with his as he pulled his face away, "your lips are really warm...."
Bryce let out a small hum. "You look good in my sweater, darling."
He placed a hand on Greg's chin, causing an eruption of blush on his face. His eyes darted away, "It smells like you..."
"Ohhh, love, are you flustered~?"
"I-- what!? No, stop!" He shut his eyes tightly and stuffed his face into Bryce's shoulder. "That's... That's not fair. You're not allowed to do that."
He lightly chuckled. "Stop hiding that pretty face of yours."
He curled his fingers around Bryce's shirt, "no.. and- and stop calling me pet names."
"Why not, darling?" He was able to pull Greg's face out, greeting him with a relaxed grin. Greg's face on the other hand was bright red with wide eyes. He grunted. "Shut up, you know you're beautiful."
Greg's arms stayed wrapped around Bryce's neck, the morning sunlight barely piercing through the window. They kissed, a light, feathery, peck that lasted maybe 7 seconds or more.
As they caught their breath, Bryce whispered into Greg's ear:
"Tell me you love me...~"
"I.." Greg's face beamed magenta. Bryce began placing light kisses on his neck that made him shiver. His jaw hung open, waiting for his mouth to let the words go but they stuck to the roof of his mouth. He loves Bryce. He loved the idea of someone loving him; someone wanting his love even. He never believed he would be loved before Bryce came along. He wanted to be loved by someone in the way he used to love Holly Hills; a constant thought that lingered in his mind, an emotion that took over every idea he had, a want that could only be fulfilled by one person. Bryce was that one person now. He now stood in his room. That boy now planted kisses over him every day, showed his love in any way he could. He touched Greg like the air he needed to breathe. He loved him like he was the only thing that mattered. "I love you...."
"Good boy," Bryce whispered between kisses. A pit grew in Greg's stomach, feeling like he just sold his soul to the devil. Bryce worked his way to his lips, "mine" he murmured, practically talking into Greg's mouth, shoving the words down his throat. He kissed him back, letting himself get lost in the action. Bryce softly traced hearts on Greg's waist.
His spine curved, bringing him closer to Bryce. He let out a small gasp, Bryce smiled, "that feels...." His words drifted, knowing he'd get two different reactions depending on what he said.
"Heh, you like it...? You know, I can show you heaven, Greg."
His eyes widened, "I...."
"That is if you'll be an angel. Shouldn't be too hard for you, love." Greg blushed, staring into Bryce's eyes. It was at this moment that he knew. He knew he was giving himself up. He could feel himself slowly slipping away, belonging to Bryce.
Suddenly, a loud sound came from the hallway. "Shoot! That's my dad! You have to go!" Greg whispered. He led Bryce to his window, "Go, go, go."
He sat on the windowsill, looking back at Greg. He grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, his fingers lightly pressing against Greg's hairline. "Good bye, love," he hummed.
"Bye, Bryce," he responded as his boyfriend jumped down from the second story of the house.
He went into his bed and listened to footsteps around the house. He laid with his thoughts, breathing deep and heavy. Knowing he was Bryce's and that there was no way out of it. He practically belonged to him now. Only to him.
"His," he whispered.