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Jesper and Wylan were decorating the mansion for the holidays.
Or, rather, they were attempting to decorate the mansion for the holidays.
“Could we get a-”
Wylan rolled his eyes, not even looking up from the lights he was trying to untangle. Whose job was it to put the lights away last year? Oh, right. Jesper. “No, Jes. We cannot get a giant inflatable snowman to put on the roof.”
“Why not?” Jesper whined, flopping down on the couch beside his boyfriend. The fireplace was burning warm as they sat there in the living room, the tree sparkling in the corner, already decorated. It was cozy, the two mugs of hot chocolate and marshmallows sitting on the table in front of them, long forgotten as they continued to bicker about meaningless things with smiles on their faces.
“Last time you convinced be to get an inflatable, you almost fell of the roof. Twice.”
“I won’t fall this time! I promise!”
Wylan wasn’t falling for Jesper’s puppy dog eyes, thank you very much. No matter how adorable the Zemeni looked as he continued to plead. crowding further and further into Wylan’s personal space. Nope, Wylan wasn’t affected at all.
“Fine.” Jesper cheered— very loudly— and Wylan snorted at himself. He really was pathetic, wasn’t he? “Now go get the tinsel.”
“Of course, darling. Anything you like,” Jesper grinned, tugging at one of Wylan’s curls before jumping up and rushing over to the box. “Which colour?”
“You choose,” Wylan said, already regretting his decision. But then Jesper sent him a smile so bright and started searching eagerly in the way-to-big-box, and how could he regret it when it put that look on the face of the most important person in his life?
Christmas was doing something to his brain. These stupid wires were somehow getting more tangled. Jesper was now walking over, that big smile still on his face and red and green tinsel wrapped around his arm.
“You do know you’re supposed to wrap it around the staircase, right, love? Not yourself?” Wylan asked dryly. He knew his eyes were sickeningly fond as he tracked his movement.
“I’m aware,” Wylan could recognise the gleam in his eye, but before he could react, (read: take multiple steps back in order to escape) he was yanked up by his arm and was now standing, the tinsel now wrapped around his back while Jesper held the two ends and pulled him closer, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Now you have to stay here.”
“Oh no, I’m trapped. Whatever shall I do?” Wylan deadpanned, already wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, bringing their lips together for a kiss.