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The rain outside was relentless, tapping a steady rhythm against the bedroom window. Inside, the room was warm, completely dominated by the rich, soothing scent of lavender that practically radiated off the bed.
Wemmbu was already buried deep under a mountain of heavy blankets. His pale skin practically glowed against the dark sheets, and his long, luscious purple hair was spilled everywhere like silk across the pillows. Only his messy bangs and a pair of sharp, obsidian eyes were visible. He tracked Flame’s movements as Flame set two mugs of tea on the nightstand and climbed onto the mattress.
"Took you long enough," Wemmbu scoffed, his sharp, egotistical tone muffled only slightly by the thick duvet. "Now, get in here before I freeze."
Flame laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound. He was tall—the height difference between them was borderline ridiculous whenever they stood up—and his toned, dark-skinned muscles shifted beautifully beneath his shirt as he moved. His dreadlocks (If that's what it's called) brushed against his shoulders, framing the dark fabric of the blindfold he always wore.
"I had to wait for the kettle, Wem," Flame countered, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips as he sat on the edge of the mattress. "You're not the only one who runs this place."
"Right now, I am. The rules state that when it rains, the blankets are my priority, and you are my heater," Wemmbu snapped back, though he immediately shifted, wiggling just enough to create a gap in the blankets. He stared at Flame expectantly with those dark, bottomless eyes.
Wemmbu was a master of comfort, a total pillow princess who refused to do any of the actual heavy lifting in a cuddle session. He waited for the warmth to come to him. Fully understanding the assignment, Flame slid under the duvet. He opened his arms, and Wemmbu instantly leaned into him, letting his pale face sink right against Flame’s warm, dark skin at the crook of his neck. The scent of lavender engulfed them both.
"Better?" Flame asked, wrapping a heavily muscled arm securely around Wemmbu's smaller frame.
"It's acceptable. Don't let it get to your head," Wemmbu murmured, his attitude never quite fading, even as he leaned entirely into Flame’s solid weight.
Flame tilted his head down. Even behind the blindfold, Flame knew exactly where Wemmbu was. He shifted the fabric up just an inch, revealing a glimpse of his striking amber eyes against his dark complexion. Flame leaned down and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss right to the crown of Wemmbu's head, right into the soft strands of purple hair.
Wemmbu hummed, shifting his head back slightly. "Lower."
Flame obliged, a faint smirk on his lips. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Wemmbu’s pale forehead.
"Still too high," Wemmbu muttered, though his obsidian eyes were closed now, his eyelashes casting long shadows.
Flame chuckled, his lips brushing against Wemmbu’s skin as he moved down. He pressed a sweet kiss to the bridge of Wemmbu's nose, then another one on his pale cheek. He took his sweet time, giving Wemmbu a series of light, fluttering kisses that finally broke through the shorter boy's tough exterior, making Wemmbu let out a quiet giggle.
“That tickles,” Wemmbu whispered, his cheeks flushing pink. He finally opened his eyes, tilting his face up just a fraction.
Flame closed the distance for a final, gentle press of lips against lips. It was a normal, incredibly soft kiss—slow and lingering, with absolutely no rush. Flame’s hand rested flat against Wemmbu's back, his toned arm keeping the smaller boy anchored firmly against him.
When Flame pulled back slightly, Wemmbu let out a soft sigh, completely deflating against Flame’s chest, his fingers lightly tangling into the ends of Flame's dreadlocks. He hooked a foot over Flame’s ankle, trapping him.
"You're bossy for someone with that height," Flame whispered into the quiet room, his amber eyes locked onto Wemmbu's face.
"Dude, shut up," Wemmbu muttered, pulling the duvet higher until it covers them both to the shoulders. "You're not allowed to move, by the way."
Flame smiled, pulling his blindfold back down over his eyes and tightening his hold. Outside, the rain kept falling, but under the heavy blankets, their matching egos finally settled into a perfectly warm, quiet peace.
⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️
The rain outside picked up, heavy drops slanting aggressively against the glass, but inside the blanket fortress, the timeline had completely stopped.
Wemmbu didn't move an inch. He remained completely melted against Flame’s side, the top of his head tucked neatly under Flame’s chin. His long, luscious purple hair was a soft, silk-like static against Flame’s shirt.
Flame’s fingers gently combed through the lavender-scented strands. He was incredibly careful not to snag any tangles. His thumb traced a slow line along the edge of Wemmbu’s pale jaw.
"You're falling asleep," Flame murmured into the quiet. His voice was a low, teasing vibration.
Wemmbu’s obsidian eyes cracked open, blinking up lazily from under his bangs. "I'm not asleep. I'm thinking."
"About what?" Flame tilted his head down. His amber eyes gleamed behind the slightly raised blindfold.
"About how your shoulders are too broad," Wemmbu grumbled. He shifted his weight, intentionally digging his elbow into Flame's toned chest just to be difficult. "It’s inefficient. You’re taking up too much mattress space."
Flame let out a low, amused huff. He was only a little bit stronger than Wemmbu, but he used that slight edge to his full advantage right now. Instead of backing down, Flame simply tightened his muscled arm around Wemmbu’s waist, anchoring his hold. He shifted his weight just enough to leverage his height, easily hoisting the smaller boy a few inches higher up against his chest before Wemmbu could use his own strength to counter him.
"There," Flame whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Wemmbu’s ear. "Now I take up less space. Happy?"
"Shut up," Wemmbu muttered. A faint pink flush crept up his pale neck. He hated when Flame used that tiny bit of leverage so perfectly, mostly because it worked every single time they wrestled for dominance on the bed (Yes I wrote that line on purpose, I heart bottom Wemmbu 🥹🥹)
To distract from his burning cheeks, Wemmbu reached out from under the heavy duvet. His pale, slim fingers blindly searched the bed until they bumped into Flame’s free hand. Without looking, he slotted their fingers together, gripping tightly. Flame’s hand completely swallowed his, the contrast of their skin striking against the dark sheets.
Flame smiled, his thumb immediately rubbing soothing circles over the back of Wemmbu's hand. He leaned down and pressed another gentle, lingering kiss to Wemmbu’s cheek, right where the blush was the brightest.
"You're needy today, Wem," Flame teased softly.
"I'm a princess," Wemmbu corrected instantly, his natural ego flaring up even through his exhaustion. He closed his dark eyes again, squeezing Flame's hand a little tighter. "Princesses don't do chores. They get taken care of. Now stop talking and keep the heat turned up."
"Whatever you say, princess." Flame whispered. He pulled the blanket up over Wemmbu's shoulders, completely content to stay trapped forever.