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“And you’re sure you want to do this?” Malleus asked for the millionth time this evening, looking at Leona nervously as the lion let out an annoyed huff from his spot on the bed.
“Yes Malleus, I’m sure.” Leona shifts, tossing his phone aside the bed and shuffling so that he’s sitting beside Malleus on the edge of the bed.
Malleus reaches out, grabbing Leona’s chest, his grip so tight Leona couldn’t help but let out a soft grunt before he grins at Malleus.
“Careful there, or I might think you’re trying to start something.” he teases, but Malleus only frowns at him further.
Leona sighs, and reaches down to grab Malleus’s wrist.
“I’m just getting my nipples pierced, Malleus, it’s not like I’m going to die.” Leona pries Malleus’s hand off his chest with a huff.
Malleus settles back into his spot, staring into his lap before turning back to face Leona, his brows furrowed.
“And you’re sure it won’t hurt?” Malleus asks, again, for the fifth time.
Leona groans, rubbing his temple in annoyance.
“No, it won’t hurt.” He frowns at Malleus, his voice twinged with impatience, “I want this piercing Malleus, so stop complaining.” He turns his head away, instead moving to search the bedsheets for his phone that he had thrown earlier.
Suddenly, he feels hands on his hips, sliding him back until he’s beneath Malleus, who’s frowning down at him.
“I do not mean to make you think I disapprove, Leona. I’m simply worried, that is all.” he leans down, pressing soft kisses to Leona’s jaw, almost apologetically.
Leona scoffs, his hands moving to tangle in Malleus’s hair.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll be fine Mal’.” Leona mumbles, smirking slightly when Malleus lets out a sigh.
“May I at least be in the room with you when it happens?” Malleus pulls back to look into Leona’s eyes, the slightest hint of a pout on his face. Leona sighs, crossing his arms.
“No, Mal. You're gonna freak out.”
Malleus’s pout deepens, and he pulls back fully, shifting back to his spot on the edge of the bed, arms crossed as he sulks.
Leona kicks Malleus’s shin, his tone annoyed as he calls out from where he lays on the bed, “It’s true Malleus! You know it!” Leona growls, remembering when Malleus had come with him to get another tattoo, and Leona had to send Malleus home because every time Leona let out the smallest grunt of pain, lightning would strike outside.
Despite Malleus remembering the last time, he continues to sulk, and Leona moves to kick him again before sighing.