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"Do you feel guilty?" The question came with a warm breath that tickled the back of Pangi's ear. He attempted to sit up a little, hands finding purchase on the arm loosely hanging around his neck; Pangi relaxed into Lukey's embrace.
"Guilty bout' what?" He asked, as he trailed a finger up Lukey's arm until he eventually lost interest and instead nuzzled his face under Lukey's neck. "Getting comfy with you instead of being out there to party?"
Lukey hummed into his hair and pressed a soft kiss against his head.
"I don't think anyone noticed."
Lukey scoffed. "With how much my phone was vibrating in my pocket when you dragged me away, pretty sure they're already concocting all the gossip to tell on stream."
He pitched his voice higher and put on a tone reminiscent of a YouTuber. "Guys, you won't believe it! Pangi dragged Lucas away and ditched us. It was crazy! I know they be fucking!"
Pangi burst into laughter. Somehow, he could tell that one was supposed to be Tubbo.
"Well... he wouldn't be wrong." He felt his heart jump at the sudden confession. Lukey nudged him and pulled him in closer, pressing another kiss onto his forehead.
Pangi smiled at his concern and thought of a way to lighten up the mood. "I mean. We DID just make out sloppy style, AND we didn’t use a condom."
"SEM!" Lukey pushed him away as he laughed.
"What! We didn't!" He giggled and crawled back over to the Brit with a hungry grin.
"You're gross! Stay away-ah!!!"
Pangi pounced on him, pulling Lukey back down onto the mattress before his lanky lover could get away. They struggled for a bit, hands tangled together as one tried to overpower the other; luckily, though, he'd been working out since their last wrestling match. What happened on that stream wouldn't happen again.
He pinned Lukey's hands above his head, their faces inches away from each other. They were both still laughing, taking breaths in near synchronicity. A faint sheen of sweat had built up on both their foreheads.
Pangi stared into the shadowed eyes beneath his own, carefully carving the details of Lukey’s face into his head as if he’d forget if he didn’t. It wasn't too bad being a little gay. He could kiss Lucas all he wanted that way. As for everything else… There was plenty of time in the future.
He smiled, drawing a worried look from the struggling man beneath him. "What? Why are you smiling like that?"
"Nothing," he said. "Just think you look way better under me is all."
"Fuck-" Lukey was cut off.