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“So, you’re saying I’m easy?”
Scar chuckled, drying one of the last few dishes and putting it in the cabinet above him.
“Well, maybe for me,” he said, the smile not leaving his lips.
“Scar!” Grian exclaimed from his place leaning against the other side of the counter.
“Sorry. I’m just saying it’s easy to make you flustered,” Scar said, taking another glass from the dish drainer and running a towel along the inside of it before putting it away.
“It’s not that easy. I have self-control,” said Grian, crossing his arms over his chest with a frown on his face.
Scar put the towel down. “I know you do.”
Grian huffed and said, “So, what’s your point?”
Scar turned around with a big smile on his face and started to walk across the kitchen toward Grian.
Grian, who had been pretending to be annoyed this entire time, was absolutely giddy. He had specifically steered the conversation in this direction so it would end up this way. He pretended to hate getting teased like he knew he was about to, but he was thrilled every time he experienced Scar getting him worked up— the fact that he could do it so easily was absolutely mind-boggling to Grian. But he hid the giant grin that he wanted to show, just so Scar would think he was clueless.
“I don’t really have a point. I just know you, and I know certain things about you, and I know what gets the best reactions out of you,” Scar said, slowly walking across the kitchen.
When Scar reached him, Grian said cautiously, “Like what?”
Scar’s eyes lit up and he looked satisfied, like his goal had been achieved. Maybe both of them had ulterior motives.
“Oh, so you want me to demonstrate?”
Grian stammered and said, “No, I didn’t mean that, I was just wondering–”
Scar suddenly took both of Grian’s hands in his and started to stroke them softly with his thumbs, moving in small, comforting circles. Grian went silent. Scar started to speak more quietly, as if Grian were the only other person in the world with him. Grian was already falling into the haze of paying attention to Scar, and only Scar.
“There’s a lot of things. I don’t think I could even count them, there’s so many. But I’ve been learning how to use them in all the right places,” he said, trailing his fingers up Grian’s arms and starting to lazily trace shapes from his biceps to his wrists. Grian shuddered. He was still holding his ridiculous smile in– this was going just how he had hoped. Scar then pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and in that one moment where Scar wasn’t looking at him, Grian let his grin come through.
Scar moved his hands to the small of Grian’s back, tugging at his shirt before lifting it up only slightly. Grian felt the cool air on his skin and then Scar’s white-hot touch resting on his lower back. Grian’s breath started to get heavy. He exhaled sharply when Scar grabbed his hips and lifted him up like he was nothing, placing him on the kitchen counter. Grian looked down, unable to meet Scar’s eyes. He knew the blush had filled his entire face by now.
Scar now rubbed soft circles into Grian’s hips, and said, “And it’s not always something I’m doing. Sometimes it’s what I’m saying. Like if I told you how damn pretty you are—“
Grian exhaled sharply and let his head fall forward. He couldn’t stop his smile now. This man knew him inside and out. His breathing was erratic now, and as he focused in on Scar’s strong hands that still rested on his hips, he willed himself to not make any noise.
Once again, Grian would not make eye contact with Scar, and an absolutely shit-eating grin spread across Scar’s face. He leaned in to Grian’s ear, his voice dropping—
“And sometimes it’s just my voice that does it.”
Grian choked on air, still trying to be as silent as possible. Shaking, he put his arms around Scar’s waist to steady himself. He felt like his whole body was on fire. Scar had been watching his irregular breathing, and he asked “Are you okay?” even though he knew full well that Grian was more than okay.
Grian finally spoke, quietly. “Yeah.”
Scar looked at him now with such love in his eyes, and finally, he kissed Grian. Not too softly, but not aggressively. With an energy that meant that he had nowhere to go, and that they had all the time in the world. Grian nearly started to cry. Scar moved his kisses slowly to Grian’s jawline and behind his ear, which particularly made his breathing speed up. He kissed down the right side of Grian’s neck, lingering before his hand traveled to the back of Grian’s head. Scar kissed him again, firmly. Before they came apart, Scar’s hand slid to Grian’s throat, and slowly clasped around it, applying almost no pressure. But Scar knew that would do the trick, and as he looked into Grian’s eyes, he confirmed that he was right. Grian gave him a look full of absolute desperation before letting his eyes fall shut, leaning into the touch.
“Scar,” Grian said, his voice just barely above a whisper. Scar knew it wasn’t a question or a request– just a statement. Grian’s brain was absolute mush.
Scar’s hand came off of Grian’s throat and moved slowly down his chest. Grian shivered. When he reached Grian’s upper thighs, he started to stroke up and down on the insides of them. Grian was still incredibly quiet. Scar squeezed, and Grian’s breath hitched.
“That’s a big one, huh?” Scar said, his voice low and teasing.
Grian nodded fervently, his chest heaving. Any time Scar got close like that, he was done for.
Scar continued rubbing his thighs, tightening his grip every now and then. Grian couldn’t think about anything else but Scar’s hands on him and how if they left him for even a second, he might just die.
Scar, who knew what he had been feeling this whole time, pulled Grian to the very edge of the counter so he could slot his leg between Grian’s thighs.
Grian finally let out a whine at the contact. “There it is,” Scar whispered, having finally elicited the reaction he was hoping for. Grian squeezed his eyes shut, face burning with embarrassment. It was too much all at once and at the same time nothing at all. Scar didn’t move, just barely brushing up against him. Grian’s heart was hammering in his chest, and he just stared at Scar with absolute adoration before wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him in for a crushing kiss. It was a long time before they pulled apart.
“Scar,” Grian said.
“Hm?” He answered.
“You…you’re insane,” said Grian, in awe.
Scar just laughed and kissed him again. “And you’re beautiful.”
Grian had gotten exactly what he wanted.