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Thomas stares down at the plush in his hands, turning it over in his palms.
It was small, small enough to fit in one hand, and quite chunky, meaning it had a good squish to it. You could wrap your hand around any part of it, and you'd experience a satisfying squeeze. For all intents and purposes, it was a good plush.
It wasn't even expensive. In fact, it was actually something homemade. But despite all the benefits to the plush, Thomas finds himself tormented by its existence.
Because nestled into the palm of his hand, was a miniature plush version of his beloved boyfriend's Minecraft skin. Teasingly dubbed the Micro Plush by Saparata, who had made the plush. It was annoyingly accurate despite its stubby shape and lack of a blocky texture. The head was a white blob with two dark grey dots for eyes, and a horizontal line for a mouth in between them in the same colour. The fabric of its pants were a light grey, mimicking jeans, with black nubs as its boots. It was even wearing a cute hoodie in a faded lilac colour with a functioning hood on the back. The white stubs that are its hands can be seen peeking out from beneath the sleeves.
It was the cutest thing he'd ever been given.
Saparata had dropped it off earlier that day. He'd explicitly waited for a time when Micro would be out of the house before stopping by.
"For when you miss him and want to kiss him," Saps had said. He had then proceeded to make loud and aggravating kissing noises as he puckered his lips in an exaggerated smooching motion.
Thomas had shoved him…but he still kept the plush.
Which led to his current predicament.
Micro was currently out with friends, and Thomas doesn't know when he'll be back. Normally this wouldn't bother him, but it's been a few hours now, and he still hadn't received a message from Micro on when he'd be back.
He missed him. Despite living together for a few months now, it sometimes feels like they barely cross paths unless it's in the morning after waking up, or at night before going to bed.
Thomas looks down at the plush in his hands. Gray dots stare back at him.
…Surely giving it a little kiss wouldn't hurt?
With the beginning's of a blush dusting across his face, Thomas rubs his thumb over the plush's cheek before slowly raising it up, squeezing his eyes shut as he does.
Just as his lips brush against the soft fabric, he hears the sound of the front door unlocking. His eyes fly open right as Micro steps through the doorway.
"Hey Thomas, I'm ho…me."
Micro trails off as Thomas, in a panic, chucks the plush in his hands across the living room. It smacks against the wall with a soft thud before flopping facedown onto the floor. Thomas's face feels like it's on fire as he stares at Micro, wide eyed and chest heaving.
Micro looks down at the plush, and all Thomas wants to do is run. Escape. He's humiliated, mortified.
I'm going to kill Saps.
Thomas scrambles to step on the plush with his socked foot in an attempt to hide it from view and immediately tries to do damage control. "It's not what it looks like," he states. The plush's head bulges out from beneath his foot, against their fluffy carpet. Its eyes can just barely be seen, as though conveying a cry for help, which is something it and Thomas have in common right now.
He's sweating as Micro looks up at him, and he instantly knows that the other doesn't believe him. Not with that shit-eating grin slowly spreading across his face.
Before Thomas even gets the chance to slip away, Micro chucks his shoes off and rushes into the living room. Thomas, sensing what's about to happen, turns to move out of his way, but Micro manages to wrap his arms around Thomas's waist from behind, pulling him back against his chest.
"Awwww," Micro coos, tucking his head into Thomas's neck as Thomas pushes back against his hold. With each attempt to escape, Micro simply tugs him back into his arms. "Did you really miss me that much?"
"Urgh."
"It's okay Thomas, I missed you too!"
"Let me go!"
But Micro doesn't let go. Instead, he begins peppering his flushed cheek with a flurry of kisses, and all Thomas wants to do is sink into his arms.
Suddenly, Micro spins Thomas around in his arms, giving him a better view of Thomas's red face. Thomas tries to hide it behind his hands, but Micro stops him, nudging it away before poking his cheek.
He smiles at him. "I'm sorry I took so long," he says, cupping Thomas's warm cheek with his hand, caressing it with his thumb. "We were hanging by the boardwalk, and Neptune had the bright idea to nudge me just as I was going to text you."
Thomas bites back the whine building up in his throat—which only succeeds in darkening the blush on his face—as Micro pulls his hand away. He reaches into the pocket of his hoodie that Thomas is only now noticing feels a little damp and pulls out his phone. He lifts it up to present its waterlogged state.
"You can…guess the rest."
Thomas hums. He can't find the will to fight back anymore, so he succumbs to his own internal wishes and sinks into Micro's hold, leaning forward to rest his forehead against his. "...Sorry about your phone," he mutters, closing his eyes when Micro presses a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Micro shrugs. "A little water never hurt anyone." He tosses his phone in the general direction of their couch, not looking to see where it lands as he goes back to resting his hands around Thomas's waist. "I'll just stick it in some rice later."
Suddenly, Thomas lurches forward. He looks down just as Micro's fingers slip out of his belt loops.
"As of now though…" Thomas looks back up and Micro's smiling, but the look in his eyes are heavy with intent as he stares at Thomas, "…There's something else I have to take care of."
Micro leans in and presses a kiss right on the corner of Thomas's lips. He shivers as Micro gently brushes his lips across his cheek. Goosebumps trail down his arm as Micro's breath ghosts over his ear.
"You don't have to settle for a plush Thomas," he whispers, threatening to send Thomas into cardiac arrest. Micro plants another kiss just below his earlobe. "You can just kiss me."
Thomas feels the flush that had started to fade suddenly come back at full force as Micro pulls away. He feels like he's going to burn under that gaze.
Micro chuckles warmly over his head as Thomas buries his face into Micro's shoulder.
"I hate you," Thomas mumbles, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric.
Micro hums, gently squeezing him around the waist. "…No you don't."
"…" Thomas buries his face deeper into his partner's chest to save himself from further embarrassment. "…No I don't."
He feels the smile on Micros' lips as Thomas leans up to kiss him.
Yeah. Nothing beats the real thing.