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"Colin, this is absolutely ridiculous," Damian pointed out, not caring to make his words sound softer or more gentle as he tried to tug his hand away.
Three months of dating -if you can even call it that- and Damian was still insistent on the no 'public displays of affection' even though no one was really around at the moment and there were no 'displays of affection' going on out of the public's eye anyway. Not that Colin was annoyed. Just spending measly moments with Damian was a lot better than none at all.
Colin had sighed then gave a little whine, only clutching to his boyfriend's hand tighter. "I know you like it, Damian. I mean, look at your cheeks. They're red. It's okay, y'know. All couples hold hands," he threw right back, though his words were light and filled with sentiment, a slight smirk pulling at his lips.
Damian grunted and rolled his eyes a little, taking a few breaths to pale out his deep blush. "Only for now. And my cheeks are red 'cause it's cold, duh," he muttered with a halfhearted frown.
Colin smiled widely. Victory.
Damian decided that Colin's hands were a lot more rough then he thought they'd be. Though, he liked it. They weren't all girly like Grayson's. It didn't smell of some Bath & Body Works lotion nor were they too soft that Damian was afraid to give a gentle squeeze. It was nice, actually.
Colin hummed as they walked down the almost-empty street, looking at Damian every so often. He wanted to laugh a little because he was still in disbelief. His boyfriend's hands were soft. His fingertips felt like damn feathers and Colin was too shocked for his own good. Maybe Damian used cream? After all the boy's weapon-wielding, the redhead was sure that Damian would have rougher and more callus skin. He smiled brightly to himself. It was only one more thing Colin knew about Damian that the rest of the world didn't. And boy, was that the most satisfying thing.