Levi let out a sigh of relief, pressing little kisses up and down Eerie's jaw. Everything about him was so pretty, just paying attention to his mouth seemed like a crime. Suddenly the ruined spa day snapped into his head. They had never finished up in the sauna and Eerie had said they would give each other massages. "We never finished our spa day."
Eerie giggled and flexed out his neck. “We don’t have to give it up. It is a spa day. I bet we could give each other massages up here…” He nuzzled into Levi’s lips again, exhaling gently as he kissed him.
"Really?" Levi asked between kisses. This was nice. A little weird and a little new, but nice. He'd never spent time in bed just… kissing someone. Then again, nobody had ever wanted to kiss him either. Eerie was full of strange surprises. "Can we?"
Eerie smiled a little, but didn’t pull away. “Sure we can.” He wanted to spend time kissing Levi. Making sure he knew he cared, he loved him. Wanted to make him happy. He pulled Levi’s face closer and kissed him deeper, tilting his head, adding fiery determination into the mix.
Levi made a little noise of appreciation when Eerie picked up on the passion. Things had taken a new direction, less casual and more heated. He couldn't bring himself to complain. Eerie was so good. So willing to take care of him.
Eerie moved a hand to the back of Levi’s head, squishing up the hair gently into a fist. He gasped gently for air, but back into his determined kissing within a few moments. He loved his husband too much. He’d never be able to keep his hands off of him.
(I'm heading to bed. I'll be back on tomorrow.)
Levi kept up a continuous stream of little noises and gentle kisses in response. Eerie was the person setting the pace and Levi was more than happy to let him. He ran his hands slowly up and down Eerie's back, just trying to prove that this was real. That his husband loved him and thought he deserved this.
(Night.)
Eerie softened his kisses, but didn’t take away that determination. He would get the point across, wether it’s with kissing or fucking. He wouldn’t mind either one. He shifted slightly closer to Liam’s chest, closing his eyes, finally.
(Liam??)
Levi hummed quietly and pulled Eerie down onto him completely. Once they were laying chest to chest, Levi loosened his hold. Eerie seemed very insistent about proving something to Levi. Levi didn't know what it was, but he tried to accept it. "Why are you so… tactile?"
(fRICK sorryyyyy!)
Eerie grinned a little. “Why do you let me be so touchy? I love the feel of your skin. I dunno if you like mine, but hey. I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He kissed Levi deeply again.
(All good. I think everyone's done it before.)
Levi nodded. Eerie's skin was smooth and cold and nice against his. He found it hard to keep his hands off too. People had never liked his scars before. Sure, they found them interesting and impressive, but they didn't like them. They didn't touch them and ask about them. "I like it."
Eerie laughed and set his head down on Levi’s head. The place where he touched tingled on his face.
“I do too. We should curl up like this all the time.”
"If you want to, I want to." Levi enjoyed being able to hold another person. The fact that he could do this whenever he wanted, as long as Eerie wanted to hold him too, was invigorating. He wouldn't take advantage of it, he already knew he wouldn't have the heart, but just having the option there warmed his heart.
Eerie smiled a little and half-closed his eyes. Levi felt warm and delightful in his arms. He kissed Levi’s cheek, the closest part of his face he could reach. He rubbed his chest gently, entwining their legs together in the snuggle.
Levi pulled Eerie closer and closer, squeezing him into a comfortable bundle in Levi's arms. Eerie was so nice. Levi didn't deserve him, but here he was. Here he chose to stay. While Levi didn't understand it, he didn't want to question it. What if he scared Eerie off?
Eerie rested his head into Levi’s neck. He let his hands stay dormant on Levi’s chest happily. He loved this, being curled up into Levi, all warm and comfy. He wanted to stay like this all night. What else did they have to loose?
Oh. That wasn't fun. The face in Levi's neck felt vaguely uncomfortable, stirring up the vaguest pangs of nausea in his stomach. He didn't want to make an issue out of it, so he didn't say anything. He just let it stay there, burning a hole in his skin.
Eerie remembered Levi’s problem with his neck. He probably shouldn’t rest it there. He scootched down Levi’s body and rested his head delicately on his chest.
“Sorry, I just forgot.” He smiled up at him.
Levi let out a quiet sigh when Eerie left his neck to rest on his chest and immediately felt bad. His mind, which had been blissfully free of questions, began asking a few. What if Eerie liked it here? What if Levi was annoying him? "Thank you. You can stay where you want to though."
Eerie stroked his chest gently. “It’s okay. I need to be more sensitive. It’s not your fault.” He reached up and pecked Levi gently. “Love you, Levi.”
But it was. If Levi didn't have his weird little ticks, he wouldn't be moving Eerie around. He leaned into the kiss with a little hesitation. And then he registered that Eerie had said 'I love you'. How the hell was he supposed to… did he respond? Did he even love Eerie? He liked him, most definitely. He was more comfortable around him than almost anyone else. But did he love him? What was love anyways?
Eerie blinked a couple times and relaxed back into Levi’s chest. Right. Too early for the love card. He sighed softly and half-closed his eyes. His stomach growled. Eerie ignored it. He didn’t need anything. Even if he was a little thirsty.
(In more ways than one, am I right?……… I'll leave.)
"I'm sorry." Levi's confused, panic filled thoughts joined together into a swirling, fear-drenched apology. He couldn't let Eerie down. What if it made Eerie send him back? Demand to marry his sister and rip her away from Levi in the same way he'd been ripped from her?
(xD Yes. In more ways then one.)
Eerie looked up at him and put a hand on his face. It was cold, contrasting the warmth of Levi.
“It’s okay, love. Don’t be afraid.” He smiled a little and scootched up again so their heads were closer.
Levi didn't know how to not be afraid. Every single facet of his life had some twinge of fear stitched into it. All his strongest memories were fearful. Even his happiest days were intertwined with fear. Fear of failure, fear of never having this again, fear of this and fear of that. He wanted to not be afraid. He just… didn't know how. "I'm not."
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