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“Duke.”
“Hm?”
“Are you angry?”
“Moi? Why would I be angry?” Duke said, completely avoiding his eyes as he flipped a page on his book.
“Well, considering you won’t look at me and haven’t spoken to me since you walked into our room, I think that’s a reasonable conclusion to come to.” Pluto sighed.
“Hmm.”
“Duke.”
Duke flipped another page on his book.
“Oh, fer the love of-“ Pluto scowled as he sat up from the other end of the bed.
Duke ignored him, pretending to read another page.
“Your book is upside down!” Pluto seethed.
“Haven’t you heard of downside reading before Pluto? It’s common in my homeland.” Duke shrugged.
“Hogwash!”
Pluto moved up and over Duke’s legs, sitting on Duke’s thighs as he straddled him.
“Look at me!”
Duke was frozen.
The book got yanked out of his hands, Duke finally meeting Pluto’s eyes from shock.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Pluto’s anger diminished and all that was left was worry and concern.
Pluto huffed a bit, hands coming to rest on Duke’s forearms as he settled in more.
“You’re just so…” Duke sighed, flopping back down with a sigh as he put hid his face in his hands.
“…Do you not like it?”
Duke sighed, before his hands came to rest on Pluto’s hips.
“It’s a bit distracting.” Duke frowned at him, a blush starting to stain his cheeks.
“It’s a bloody sweater.”
“It’s my sweater.”
“Phenomenal observation skills.” Pluto deadpanned, “Maybe you were actually a detective in your lifetime.”
Duke raised an eyebrow.
“My god, fine.” Pluto rolled his eyes, “I’ll take it off. Didn’t realize y’were so possessive of a damn sweater.”
Pluto was still straddling his lap, squiggling around as he lifted it halfway up before Duke yanked it right back down.
“What the fu-“ Pluto hissed, squawking as Duke flipped them around.
“I was trying to be a gentleman, mon amour.” Duke sighed as he hovered above him.
“Did it not occur to you that this was an act of seduction?”
“Pardon?”
“Pardon, he says to me in his posh voice. Blah blah blah, I’m such a gentleman that I won’t ravish m-mph!”
Duke was kissing him quiet, hands sneaking up and into the sweater. He let his hips roll fluidly, smiling into the kiss at the shudder Pluto gave in response.
Duke’s hands continued to wander, halting when he felt something underneath.
“Hm?” He pulled back, blinking down at the puddle shaped man below him.
“For the- hhhh, for the record, that’s the response I thought I’d automatically get in this.” Pluto panted.
“You expected me to immediately jump you?” Duke raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, like you haven’t before.”
“Irrelevant.” Duke sniffed, before his fingers firmly pressed into the fabric running along Pluto’s ribs. “What’s this?”
“You’ll have to look and find out.” Pluto smirked.
Challenge accepted.