Work Text:
It was a nice, warm evening. The sun was slowly starting to set, as Dj heard someone knocking on his front door.
Eh?
Dj was sitting on a couch, watching some random show because It was just playing on the TV that time, petting Aloo. He gently put her down as she layed on the soft fabric of furniture.
"Hm... Who It can be? Arun told me he would be back from work tomorrow afternoon, so it can't be him. Wait- There's no way its-"
Dj was lost in thought as he walked towards the door, and when he opened it, Superfish appeared in the doorway.
"Of course its him." DJ thought, as he let out a silent sigh, but to be honest, he was happy about the fact that the witch visited him.
He realised his feelings for him a long time ago, but this was also a little bit of a struggle because Superfish was a really confusing person sometimes.
"Hello, human!" - Superfish said with a little of excitement in his voice as he barged into Dj's house, stealing a yoghurt from the fridge and plopping down on the couch near Aloo.
"Hi, Superfreak! Thank you for asking for ivitation or something, but whatever." - Dhananjay snorted, hiding a little smile of his face. Not successfully. - "Did something happen? I see you're excited hm?" - He asked, truly interested. Did he found a new restaurant with burgers or what?
"So, I found this online! Look!" — He pointed to a photo on his phone... A pillow fort?
"Superfish, want to build a fort with me?"
"Yeah! Actually, it would be boring to do it alone—plus, you have more pillows, and it said to do it with a friend." - Superfish declared, shrugging as if it were obvious, then got up from the couch and stood beside the other man.
"Pffft, okay then. Let's get to work." The dark-haired man said enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and leading him to the small room where they kept most of their duvets, blankets, and pillows.
But Superfish could focus on only one thing: the way Dhananjay’s fingers were holding his hand. I don't think Dj paid much attention to it, given how often they’d been touching lately, but the other guy blushed the moment he realized it.
Once they had gathered enough materials to build the fort—including various chairs, string lights, and some cord to hold the structure up—they started building.
Before long, however, it turned into a pillow fight and some playful shoving, with the living room filled by the sound of their laughter.
Then, amidst the flurry of flying pillows, one struck DJ hard in the chest—helped along by a touch of Superfish’s magic. A bit *too* hard.
He tumbled backward, though fortunately, the pile of fabrics nearby cushioned his fall, so he wasn't hurt. Only Superfish hadn't noticed yet, and fear appeared in his eyes: "What if something happened to him?"
"Hey! Dj, Dj! Are you okay? Please, don't pretend!" — Superfish immediately crouched beside the other man, gently touching him with a finger.
When the dark-haired man remained silent for a long moment, Superfish leaned over him, lightly touching his chest with one hand to check for breathing.
And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Dj threw himself into Superfish's arms, pinning him to the floor—now completely on top—and laughing.
Ah... What a pleasant feeling. That funny feeling in my stomach again. Like fireflies fluttering around inside. Why do I feel so comfortable in Dj's arms? Have I caught some human disease? I don't know, but... My thoughts are telling me to...-
"Hahah, so you aren't just worried about the 'core' inside me after all? Sorry if I scared yo—"
The boy was silenced by something pressed against his lips—or rather, by someone. It took Dj a moment to process what had just happened, but once he realized Superfish was kissing him, he immediately kissed him back.
When their lips parted, they touched again almost instantly—this time with greater passion and intensity. The dark-haired man propped himself up on his arms; one hand cupped the other man’s head, fingers brushing through soft, fragrant hair, while he felt the other’s hands gripping his waist as the kisses grew increasingly intense.
"Pfft... So needy for such a strong witch, huh?~" Dj whispered into his ear between kisses, making Superfish blush even deeper—if that was even possible—and let out a soft moan that only made Dj want him more.
He could see that the boy liked the way he’d called him. The dark-haired man began peppering his face with kisses—forehead, cheeks, chin, and ears—before moving down to his neck, leaving behind a few gentle nips, love bites and hickeys. "Ah... Dj—mnnnnn..." Superfish whimpered, clutching Dj’s hips tighter and pulling him closer. He looked like a total hot mess. His teal hair was wildly disheveled, scattered across his face and slightly damp with sweat, while a deep flush spread across his cheeks. His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding hard. Feeling another nip at his collarbone, he let out another moan.
*Why does this feel so good?*
"Ah... Dj—everyone at school is going to see this... mnn... gh—"
"Let them see. Let them see that this pretty boy is mine." Dj said, grabbing the button of his shirt and trying to undo it, and in response, he heard another sound from Superfish's lips.
But it wasn't just a whimper—it was... a giggle? Now, as he was sitting on Superfish’s hips and pinning him firmly to the floor, Dj shifted his gaze from the shirt to the other boy's face, testing a theory.
He toyed with one of the shirt buttons, twisting it and pressing it against the skin beneath the fabric. Dj’s theory was correct. Superfish was ticklish.
"So you ARE ticklish, huh?~"
"Wh-what are you talkin' abou—tahahegh...!" Superfish replied, though his words were broken by laughter triggered by the touch on his chest. He couldn't bring himself to admit just how much he enjoyed it, but also how this place was the one where he was most ticklish.
But to his surprise, Dj was trying to unbutton his shirt gently—as if he didn't want Superfish to get ticklish again. Pfft.
"I have to be careful not to tickle you again—so you don't jerk away and I don't get hit by magic..." Dj said, chuckling softly to himself with genuine kindness in his voice; this made Superfish blush all over again, and he leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Dj.
"Thank you... being with you makes me feel like I’m truly needed."
Superfish... He thanked me? He’d shed his armor and laid himself bare. He revealed his vulnerable side.
In response to those words, Dj unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, then planted kisses—from his neck and collarbone, down across his well-defined chest, to his abdonmen—while his touch alternated between deep pressure and gentle, ticklish caresses that elicited soft, involuntary sounds from Superfish.
After these gestures, Dj lay atop the other man, responding to the moment with occasional quick kisses—no longer with the earlier intensity, but with a clear love feeling.
"Hey, Dj?..."
"Yeah?"
"I... I think I love you."
" 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉. "