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Neil came through the door into their dorm after rehearsal for A Midsummer Night's Dream, putting down his bag. He saw Todd smiling up at him from the brunettes bed. How could he resist such a sweet sight? He cuddled up to his boyfriend, before talking. "Hi, baby," he cooed "How are you?". Neil, held his jaw and rubbed his thumb against his mouth.
He watched as Todd leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he prepared himself to answer, the words taking a little to come out. "I feel fine. A-And you?"
Neil giggled at Todd's mannerisms and pulled him closer. "I'm good, my love. Can I kiss you?" Neil was practically already pressed up against his lips. When be saw Todd nod he went in for it, pressing their lips together fully.
Neil could feel the blond gliding requests into his back, trying to communicate what he wants. Neil deepened the kiss before Todd could even ask. Biting, gnashing, licking. He felt Todd whine into his mouth as his hips bucked up. Neil started laughing against Todd's mouth, until he heard the hyperventilating.
momento mori. ☠︎︎
Neil pulled back and pat Todd's shoulder. "A-Are you alright, my love...?"
"No. This is wr-wrong...!" Todd replied, his voice going faster then the new Dodge Cornet.
"Do you want me to leave...?" Neil considered, confused.
"No! Stay! If you leave, I'll live in fear. But if you stay I'll die a happy man. It's better to search the light with a smile rather than cry in the dark." Cried the man with the windows of the soul that partially resembled robin eggs.
"Okay... Uhm... How about I stay the dramatic one...? It's scary when you talk about you dying... Do you want cuddles...? Kisses...? Or do you just want me to sit next to you and not talk...? Perry asked.
"Kisses. And cuddles. Please. Just... Nothing too much... Just enough to clear my mind..." Anderson answered.
"I can't say no to you." (Neil S. Perry)
"I-I can't believe this is real..." (Todd G. Anderson)
dum spiro, spero. ོ
Neil kissed Todd's forehead befor lowering it down onto his own shoulder. He kissed the boy with the fair hair's neck a couple times before both of them were at peace again. There was no more tension of any kind. Whever the tension was a pleasure or a scare, it was nowhere to be found. Not even by the greatest scavengers.
They now wanted to feel guilty. They wanted to feel wrong. Even if it meant consequences. Consequences couldn't confine their love.