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The late afternoon light slipped lazily through the half-open blinds, as if it too were tired of the day. It didn’t come in sharp beams, but in warm stripes that slid across the walls and floor, tinting the bedroom a soft orange.
Ominis was lying face-down on the king-size bed—that absurd extravagance they’d bought during a ridiculous end-of-season sale, laughing at themselves the whole time—with his legs stretched out and his feet dangling slightly off the edge. His fingers moved with almost hypnotic precision over the Braille pages of his book, a mystery novel he’d been devouring for weeks.
Sebastian appeared in the doorway without a sound, with the clumsy stealth of someone trying to surprise but already grinning before he even starts. Steam from the shower still clung to his skin, and his damp hair darkened at the roots, falling in unruly strands over his forehead. He paused at the threshold, leaning against the doorframe, and simply watched Ominis for a long minute.
Fuck, how does he manage to look so… untouchable? Lying there with that cat-like concentration that ignores the entire world, like the whole damn planet could explode and he’d just keep running his fingers over those pages. And that curve of his back, and the way those pajama pants cling exactly where my brain goes on vacation without permission… it’s criminal. It should be illegal for someone to be so distractingly sexy while reading a book about a serial killer.
He smirked to himself, a sly grin that already promised trouble, and tiptoed to the edge of the bed. The mattress creaked faintly as he knelt behind Ominis, but the other man didn’t react. Sebastian reached out tentatively, barely brushing the small of Ominis’s back over the soft fabric.
“Still on the chapter where the detective realizes the alibi doesn’t add up?” Sebastian whispered, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost over Ominis’s nape.
Ominis didn’t look up—or rather, didn’t lift his fingers from the Braille. He just let out a low hmm, as if weighing whether it was worth answering.
“Chapter nineteen. And no, I’m not spoiling anything, so don’t even try.”
Sebastian let out a muffled laugh and settled in more comfortably, knees now bracketing Ominis’s hips, like that was his natural place.
Because it was.
God, I love when he does that. Pretends I’m an annoying little gnat, but I know deep down he enjoys it. Look how his shoulders relax just a fraction when I get close. It’s like a cat purring while pretending to ignore you.
His hands slid up Ominis’s sides, tracing lazy patterns with his thumbs. “Come on, just one detail. Is it the butler? It’s always the butler in these books. Or the rich widow with the pearl necklace.”
Ominis sighed—a long, long-suffering sigh Sebastian knew well. It was his way of saying “you’re impossible, but I love you anyway.” He turned his head just enough for Sebastian to catch the hint of a suppressed smile on his lips.
“If I tell you, you’ll lose the chance to pretend you’re Sherlock Holmes when I finish and explain it all to you like I don’t already know. Now shh, I’m at a key part.”
Sebastian bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. He leaned closer, chest almost pressed to Ominis’s back, and whispered right against his ear, “But you look so focused… so serious. It makes me want to unravel you a little.”
His hands slid down playfully to Ominis’s hips and squeezed gently. Ominis tensed for a second, but kept moving his fingers over the Braille—though slower now.
Oh no, you’re not ignoring me that easily. I know you feel it, the heat from my hands. Your fingers have slowed on the page. Ha, got you.
“You know what I thought while watching you from the doorway?” Sebastian continued, his voice dropping to a playful purr.
Ominis snorted. “That you should do the dishes instead of harassing me while I read.”
“Wrong. I thought, ‘Look at those perfect ass cheeks, just out there like an invitation. What if I give them a playful smack? Just to see what happens.’”
Ominis’s fingers stopped completely. He turned his head a bit more, one eyebrow arched in a mix of disbelief and barely contained amusement. “Sebastian, seriously, are you about to act like a horny teenager?”
Sebastian burst out laughing but didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands grew bolder, massaging slow circles into Ominis’s sides. “Hey! I’m twenty-three, not fifteen. But admit it, it’s tempting. You’re lying there so still, using the book like a shield… it’s like you’re daring me.”
Ominis closed the book with a deliberate snap but didn’t move. He set it aside, crossing his arms under his chin like he was gearing up for a verbal battle. “If you smack my ass right now, I swear I’ll make you cook all week. And you know I hate your ‘experimental’ lasagna.”
Sebastian feigned horror, clutching his chest dramatically. “That’s cruel! My lasagna is a work of art.”
He’s giving in. Look at how his lips are curving. He wants to play but won’t admit it. Perfect, let’s raise the stakes.
He leaned in further, pressing a light kiss to Ominis’s shoulder through the t-shirt. “Come on, just a tiny one. Please, I just want to see if you blush or throw the book at my head.”
Ominis let out a huff that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. He tried to twist around a little, but Sebastian held him in place with a playful hug around the waist. “You’re an idiot. A persistent, adorable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.”
Sebastian smiled against his skin. “Your favorite idiot…”
And then, without warning, he raised his hand and delivered a smack loud enough for the “SMACK!” to echo mischievously through the room. Ominis froze for a second, then let out an exaggerated groan of exasperation.
“Sebastian Sallow, you’re going to kill me of embarrassment one day.”
Sebastian exploded into laughter, rolling to the side to lie next to him—but without letting go of his waist. He tugged Ominis around to face him. “Admit it! You liked it a tiny bit.”
Ominis turned that eerily precise gaze on him—and though he tried to keep a straight face, his cheeks betrayed a faint flush. He reached out and gave Sebastian a playful shove on the shoulder. “What I like is peace and quiet, which I clearly don’t have with you.”
Liar, I love when you try to be the serious one in the relationship and fail spectacularly.
Sebastian caught that hand and kissed the palm. “You’re a terrible liar, love. If you wanted peace, you wouldn’t have let me move in six months ago.”
Ominis huffed, but laced their fingers together, pulling Sebastian closer. “Miscalculation. I thought you’d mature.”
Sebastian laughed again, now kissing his jaw, then his cheek. “Never. I’m your personal chaos.”
“And I’m your limit,” Ominis murmured.
Then, with a speed that caught Sebastian completely off guard, Ominis rolled his hips and flipped them in one smooth motion, pinning Sebastian to the mattress. His knees bracketed Sebastian’s hips, hands capturing his wrists against the pillow.
Sebastian blinked, stunned.
“What…?”
Ominis smiled—that slow, dangerous smile.
“I thought at twenty-three we weren’t teenagers anymore,” he said softly, leaning down until his lips brushed Sebastian’s neck, “but it seems you’re still playing like we’re sixteen.”
Without giving him time to reply, Ominis lowered his mouth and sucked a deliberate hickey just below Sebastian’s jaw—hard enough to leave a round, red mark that would be impossible to hide with a shirt tomorrow.
A signature.
Sebastian let out a choked noise, half laugh, half surprise.
“Ominis! That’s gonna show!”
“Exactly,” Ominis whispered against his skin, kissing the fresh mark with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the revenge. “Revenge served. Now we’re even.”
Sebastian burst into laughter, wriggling just enough to free one hand and tangle it in Ominis’s hair.
“You vindictive bastard.”
“And you’re an incorrigible tease.”
They stared at each other for a second, both breathing a little hard, eyes sparkling with pure amusement and affection. Then Sebastian, taking advantage of a moment when Ominis let his guard down to kiss the corner of his mouth, rolled them hard with his hips. Now Sebastian was on top, pinning Ominis’s wrists to the pillow, his triumphant grin huge.
“My turn,” he said, voice rough with laughter. “Thought you’d win that easily, huh?”
Ominis tried to keep a straight face, but his lips were already trembling.
“Don’t you dare…”
Sebastian dove in mercilessly, kissing first the hollow of Ominis’s collarbone, then trailing up his neck until he found the perfect spot. He sucked with the same deliberate force Ominis had used, leaving a matching red, obvious mark just below Ominis’s ear. To finish, he added a soft nibble and a kiss over it.
Ominis made a sound somewhere between a moan and a stifled laugh, squirming a little but without real resistance.
“You’re impossible…”
Sebastian lifted his head in victory and planted a quick kiss on Ominis’s lips.
“I win. This round’s mine.”
Ominis huffed, but his cheeks were flushed and his eyes shone.
“Only because I let you win…”
They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, in that comfortable silence only couples who know every silly quirk of the other can share. Then Sebastian leaned in and gave him a soft, slow kiss at the corner of his mouth. Not like the intense ones before—this one said “I’m here, with you, always.”
Ominis returned the kiss, lingering a little longer until their foreheads rested together.
“You’re an idiot,” Ominis murmured, voice melted with pure affection.
Sebastian brushed their noses together.
“And you’re the only one who puts up with me.”