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"So... you're just gonna sulk there and not talk to me? Wulfgard-"
Wulfgard's grip on Endmin's knees tighten, his face still buried between them, skin burning in sheer embarrassment that you can practically cook an egg on it. Endmin didn't comment on how the other man's nails dug deep on his flesh and decided to give some time for the man to recover on his own accord.
"I'm sorry. I am being sincere, believe me, please," Wulfgard's voice was muffled and Endmin sighed.
"You didn't mean it, Wulfgard, I know. You've apologized to me more times than I could count, now."
"Yeah, but-!"
"Can we talk face to face, please?"
"This is face to face."
"Face to knee, you mean? Come on, you big baby, you're acting like I'm breaking up with you over this," Endmin huffs. It IS ridiculous to him. Aren't boyfriends supposed to show their physical affection over their partner, anyway? It is not a requirement but if both parties consented, it doesn't matter, no? Wulfgard's bite mark that made way on Endmin's nape in the middle of their intense snogging session came as a surprise for the both of them but Endmin isn't complaining; he's actually feeling elated that his careful boyfriend has finally lost control because of him.
Wulfgard, though, seems to be acting like the world is ending.
"I just don't want to hurt you..."
"Wulfgard, I liked it."
Wulfgard finally looks up from Endmin's lap, eyes full of guilt and sorrow that Endmin really realized just how upset Wulfgard is actually getting from accidently biting him. Endmin gives him a reassuring smile, hand coming up to cup Wulfgard's scarred cheek lovingly. If his words aren't calming this man, then maybe his actions will speak louder to get through that thick skull. Wulfgard huffs at the gesture, seemingly getting flustered the more he got caressed by Endmin and averts his gaze elsewhere.
"Still, I bit you like a wild dog that got free from his muzzle," Wulfgard frowns.
The description isn't too far off. Endmin imagines that in his mind's eye and nods in approval.
"That sounds hot, actually," he concludes, getting a sharp stare from Wulfgard.
"I'm being serious, Endmin."
Endmin sighs. Quite a stubborn man he's got here, but he wouldn't be crushing on Wulfgard this badly if it isn't for his stupid personality, too, and that includes this ass biting stubbornness. Endmin doesn't care. It all comes down with a package and he'd be a fool to refuse.
Endmin pinches Wulfgard's cheek impudently, running out of ideas to even continue... whatever this is. Wulfgard lets out a yelp and a half growl in response that comes from instinct instead of hostility. Endmin gulps after seeing a sharp fang that has punctured his skin a while ago and slowly lets go of the perro's cheek.
"You know that I will tell you if I get hurt, right? Do I look like a pushover?" Endmin tilts his head.
Wulfgard looks more offended than Endmin at the question as if he got told to go eat dirt.
"Of course not, but I-"
Before Wulfgard could finish, Endmin leans down to aggressively kiss his boyfriend's forehead to shut up.
"I'm sick of arguing with you. We aren't spending our time efficiently like this, Wulfgard."
Wulfgard's fluffy ears twitch at the attention and Endmin doesn't fail to notice how his claws are beginning to dig even deeper on his skin. Endmin lets him; why tell him to stop? Endmin isn't a glass sculpture. He likes a little roughness around the edges and Wulfgard is giving him exactly that, inadvertently or not.
"This is a necessary conversation to have, I'll let ya know," Wulfgard refutes feebly.
"Not really in my book. We should be doing something else instead," Endmin suggests. He grasps Wulfgard's arm to pull the man to sit beside him instead of lamenting over a mere bitemark at the foot of the bed. No matter how much Endmin likes his boyfriend nuzzling on his lap, he wants Wulfgard in bed, thank you.
Wulfgard complies and sits next to Endmin, still slouching like a guilty dog which is very unlike the confident perro you'd see in the battlefield. What an odd guy... whatever the case, Endmin likes it. Actually, Endmin likes everything about Wulfgard. So what if he's biased?
"Something else...?" Wulfgard asks warily. Before they got together, Endmin was never as bold as this. Wulfgard doesn't mind. It just means that Endmin is comfortable enough to fully be himself and that includes cheekiness. The only problem is how much Wulfgard has trouble adjusting his flustered reactions to each and every one of those audacious requests.
"Something that has lots of kissing," Endmin answers with a clear gleam in his eyes.
Without a second thought, Endmin wraps his arms around Wulfgard's neck to pull him in a kiss. They were making out like crazy a while ago until this man made a huge deal out of a hickey. Endmin is just trying to trace back where they left off for the sake of them.
Wulfgard's breath stutters, too caught off guard to even respond readily like he used to. His claws dig on the bedsheets and his tail unhelpfully thumps on the bed. Because he's not getting kissed back, Endmin decides to pull away but thankfully, Wulfgard came into his senses just in time to chase after Endmin's lips, hand coming up to pull Endmin closer by the nape. At times like these, Endmin wishes he's still wearing his mask because one thing about him is that he is as reactive as Wulfgard in this field called intimacy and affection, which means he blushes just as easily and folds just as easily.
Chen is right. They're both losers at the end of the day, not matter how cool they are in the eyes of many endfielders.
Their height difference isn't much. Wulfgard is just a head taller at the very least but he's been kissing for so long and craning down is not really good for his neck and shoulders. Swiftly, he holds Endmin by the waist and pulls him down with him on bed, so Endmin is lying on top. This way, Wulfgard's back and shoulders can finally relax.
After a while, they both pull away for air, panting and just staring at each other in a daze. Endmin's blue eyes trace Wulfgard's winded expression and how his bi-color ears flicker like they're asking for attention and loving. Endmin doesn't bother reconsidering as he reaches to stroke one ear. Wulfgard gasps beneath him and his heartbeat accelerated so fast Endmin can feel it from the way their chests are pressed against each other.
"You like it, puppy?"
"Smettila!" Wulfgard groans in embarrassment, causing Endmin to laugh.
The petting doesn't stop, much to Wulfgard's distain because it is hurting his dignity but really, Wulfgard's dignity has been long gone since they started dating, so what's the issue here? Wulfgard is still as Endmin caresses his ears like a fascinated child to a plush toy. His heart rate has gone down from initial shock and as much as he hates to admit, he's feeling slightly at daze from how good the touch feels. Gradually, Endmin shifts his scratching to the back of Wulfgard's ears, getting a whimper in response. Ah, there it is, the usual sweet spot for perros.
"You do like it," Endmin smiles, feeling strangely accomplished from the way he's got Wulfgard acting.
"Too much," Wulfgard replies, tongue as heavy as his eyelids and he subconsciously leans into the touch without a thought. Endeared, Endmin continues until his hands got tired. Wulfgard doesn't ask for more when the ministration stopped. It seems just enough for him from the way he looks blissed out and pleased.
Endmin cheekily pushes Wulfgard's upper lip to reveal that canine and leans to suck his bottom lip needily.
"Biting is on the table, too, if you're bold enough to," Endmin murmurs, grinning when their eyes met.
Wulfgard sobers up from the comment and blinks.
"Was that your way of bribery?" he huffs.
"Did it work?"
Wulfgard doesn't even know how to reply to that. He must be making a face from the way Endmin looks more and more amused as time goes on. The smaller man rolls off to the side to lie beside Wulfgard with an exhale.
"If you need more pats-"
"No, no, that won't be necessary," Wulfgard cuts him off politely, a bit flustered. That's enough embarrassing himself for the day. It has only been a few days since they got together and this is too speedy for him to fully show his states of vulnerability to Endmin no matter how much he trusts him. Endmin seems to understand, so he doesn't push anymore and smiles.
"Then, if you please," Endmin shifts and pulls down his turtleneck to reveal a perfectly unblemished skin to his boyfriend. There was an accidental bite on the left side of his neck and Wulfgard knows then, that he is not winning against Endmin. Hell, he doesn't even know if he wants to anymore.
Wulfgard comes closer, his face slotting perfectly against Endmin's shoulder and he nuzzles his nose on the skin, dragging his tongue across his upper teeth before opening his jaw.
"Go for the throat, puppy."