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"Mm... I really don't know, Wykull!" Blake exclaims, a small frown forming on his face, "I do wanna express my feelings back to Roswo too, but is this really the best way out there..?"
In his hands, at least 5 lists of corny gestures and pet names for couples cover the entire book and quill. Blake grimaces even more reading it over, face twisting and cringing at the thought of doing or saying any of this.
Wykull confidently nods, letting out a small 'heh!', "A completely foolproof method, trust me. Plus, don't even worry— he'll love anything you do to him regardless of what it is!"
Blake sighs reluctantly, stuffing the book and quill in his inventory. "...Okay, fine. I guess I'll try."
Roswo perked up and opened the door as soon as he heard Blake's knock— hell, as soon as he sensed a trace of the man's presence. He excitedly leaned closer, blinking up at Blake.
"Blake..." Roswo dreamily breathed out, "You came to see me yourself? You gave up time just for me?"
Roswo gently kissed Blake's cheek without a care, holding his hand possessively. He tilted his head outside the door way and looked around, making sure it was just them.
Blake coughed, fidgeting with sweaty palms to avert his focus from the red hot heat climbing up his cheeks. "Yeah, I.. came to see you. Of course, b-babe."
He didn't mean to just let it slip out like that, but you can't change the past. Straight to business, clearly without a subtle bone in Blake. A pregnant silence blanketed the both of them as they stood in the doorway.
Another moment passed before Roswo began laughing, a contagious fit of small but noticeable giggles and chuckles.
Blake became completely tomato red in embarrassment and began questioning whatever the hell he just let out into the world. He was milliseconds away from frantically rambling, coughing. "I-I..! Sorry...!" He choked on his words.
Roswo gazed the other up and down, before meeting Blake's eyes with a small, pointed smile. He took the man's hand, expertly dragging him in by it and locking the door. His arms were thrown as if natural around Blake's neck, tilting his head down to reach his ear.
"My Blake..." Roswo mumbled his name into the man's ear in such a sickeningly sultry voice, Blake would've collapsed if it weren't for Roswo's arms holding on around his neck.
Roswo caressed his cheek, whining for effect. "Call me that again. 'Babe', I mean."
Blake began to breathe a bit heavier at the other's actions, hands gripping Roswo's waist in return. He slowly sputtered out, "B-Babe.."
Roswo's smile widened in pleasure, eyes crinkling slightly into happy crescents. Pointed canines nipped Blake's ear lobe in reward.
"I liked that," Roswo giggled, "That nickname. Why don't you be kind and call me some more, dearest?" He said, a shamelessly obvious pleading in his voice.
The other man immediately shivered at the plea, nervously tilting Roswo's chin up and sideways to face him properly. Blake coughed in preparation, hands sweating and voice breaking.
Blake whispered out, "Are.. are you a b-beaver?"
Roswo paused, tilting his head.
"...What?"
Blake cringed at himself, closing his eyes to finish the line, "Because- Because.. dammm(n)... get it?"
Roswo blankly stared in pure, disgusted shock, flicking Blake's forehead mercilessly. He rubbed his temples. "No. Absolutely not. Try again."
Blake was on the verge of passing out from his own words, before locking in and gulping his embarrassment down his throat. He breathed out to get back in his mindset.
"Roswo.. m-my love, my darling..." Blake squeaked out, before going in for the kill and flipping their angles, roughly pinning Roswo onto the front door.
Instinctively, he held Roswo's wrists with one hand, the other still on his chin, gripping with surprising dominance. He pressed his lips on Roswo's for a swift moment before pulling back slightly.
The moment passed with haste, both breathing heavily in the after light.
Roswo's eyes widened, face becoming more amused and shocked than smug. He began blushing a bit himself, playfully biting his lip. "My goodness.. I didn't know you had that in you, Blake-y."
Blake licked his own lips nervously, returning the action of getting his ear nipped by gently biting Roswo's. "You're- You're so... divine, Roswo," Blake mumbles, voice still facing nervous tremors, "This divinity, all for me..."
Roswo chuckled, reaching up to run a hand through Blake's hair in appreciation as Blake continued to shower him with flattery.
"So poetic, aren't you? A bit more practice, and you'll be so good at this. Less corny, I hope," Roswo teased.
Blake's warm cheek rubbed against his, still flustered and pink. He froze and stayed silent afterward. "...I forgot what I should try to do next."
Roswo laughed and hummed in consideration, pressing more kisses on Blake's cheeks. "It's okay, Blake. I love you nonetheless."
The two settled into a quiet as Roswo led Blake to the small couch, still tangled with each other.
"Well... wait," Roswo suddenly broke the silence, eyes suspiciously narrowing, "Who even taught you how to do all of that in the first place?"
Blake blinked up, then obliviously answered. A wholesome smile plastered itself on his face to add fuel to the fire. "Well, Wykull, of course!"
Roswo's fists clenched, arms drifting back to his side as he began pouting. "Hm. I see," He mumbled, all annoyed, "Come to me next time if you want to learn how to be such a romantic, okay?"
The other tilted his head in confusion at Roswo's annoyance, but nodded with a sheepish grin. "Of course, babe."