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"Do you think I could make a snow angel in the bedsheets?"
"This has to be the second weirdest after sex talk I've had." Evbo just pokes his tongue out when those words are said. "What? I'm just saying it is."
"Well, you're a weird after sex talk!" The blond giggles when the Parkour Villain bursts out laughing.
"Evbo," the man wheezes out while the god hugs his pillow closer. "That's so stupid."
The God just pokes his tongue out again and cuddles his pillow closer, nuzzling into the soft fabric with a happy sound.
"Nah, your stupid." he cheekily says as he watches the man grab his mask from the beside table. "Aw, do you really gotta do that now?"
"Well, you did just call me stupid—" the man begins before Evbo throws the pillow at his head. "Bully!"
"NAH! You're just hearing things!" The blond takes advantage of his masterful art of distraction to pull the other down onto the bed and get on top of him, pinning the villain's arms down. "Hah! I win."
The man's face goes through several emotions—fondness, adoration and a small amount of annoyance—but he lets him win. The blond knows he does because the darker haired man is stronger then him.
He refuses to let him have the satisfaction of him admitting that though.
"Of course you do," the other's tone is dripping with sweet affection and Evbo can't help the flush that paints his pale cheeks. "My wonderful, handsome god."
The blond bites his lip a little at those words.
"You suck," he mumbles as he lets the other break loose from his grasp. "So very much…"
"To be honest, I do suck a lot of things." The Villain smirks as he pulls the God down until their noses are touching. "But you like that about me."
The man's eyes remind Evbo of rubies when he looks at them, shiny and glistening after being polished to perfection, and it makes him swallow as he ghost's his lips over the other's.
"I mean…maybe?" he mumbles as he noses at his cheek to avoid looking into his eyes. "I think I just like you in all honesty."
He feels the others wrap his arms around his bare back and it makes a small squeak escapes him, pulling back to see the tender look the man has on his face now.
"Well," the dark haired man whispers, his words drenched in something undeniably sweet. "I think I like you too."
He doesn't know who kissed who first but the minute their lips connected it felt like there was no one else in this world but them.