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Love was easy. Love was hard. Love was intoxicating. Love was challenging. Love was different.
This applied to all kinds of love. Romantic, platonic, familial, materialistic. Love was everywhere, whether you wanted to acknowledge it or not.
And with love came passion, big or small.
Now, can you imagine the two most unpassionate people falling in love and reigniting that passion? Well neither could many. Many doubted whether they truly loved the other, or if it had been convenient at the time for them to date.
However now, years later, they are still going strong. That passion that they had both though would just continue dying down till it got distinguished roared to life and burned hotter than ever.
However, sometimes, love, no matter how passionate or crazy, deserves a morning in, and observation.
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Sun rays broke through the closed blinds and splayed over the couple that laid cuddling on their bed.
Jamil woke up, eyes blinking at the light, before he rolled over and brought Ace even closer to his chest, nuzzling into his hair, taking a deep breath of the cherry scent coming from his lover.
Ahhh, he was grateful that he had recommended the shampoo to the younger, the smell helped him calm down and gave him an extra reason to cuddle Ace.
"Nhg." Ace whined, interrupting the morning silence as he rolled over, overcrowded by his boyfriend "Get off." He snarled sleepily as he tried to pull the covers up to warm himself up.
"Good morning to you too, cherry." The older boy smirked at the redhead, dropping in the pet name on purpose.
The effect of the word was instantaneous, Ace's face turning a bright red as he whined even louder.
"Jamiiil." He grumbled, turning over to pout up at his boyfriend, looking like an angry kitten.
Jamil chuckled at how cute his boyfriend was before pulling him into his arms, pulling the covers around them tighter, before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" He whispered into his ear, smirk widening when he noticed his boyfriend's ears turn redder.
"Asshole." The younger muttered and the raven clucked his tongue.
What foul language.
In an instant Ace was pinned down onto the bed, Jamil hovering over him, keeping both hands down pinned with his left hand whilst the right one tilted Ace's face up.
"Repeat that."
Ace gulped as Jamil’s dangerous dark eyes stared down at him and he started to squirm, a pathetic attempt at escape. Not for the first time he wondered why he found it funny to aggravate his senpai but then he remembered he enjoyed it when the other got rough with him. It made things…interesting. Or annoying.
"Nothing!" He yelled loudly, trying hard to try and get out of Jamil’s grasp. The former bodyguard/servant after all didn’t just have his muscles for show.
Jamil tightened the hand to hold ace down ever so slightly and he couldn’t help but enjoy the dark flush on his boyfriend face as he tried to avoid eye contact with him.
“You are way too easy.” he chuckled, moving the hand holding Ace’s face to the younger’s inner thigh and he carefully grazed his fingers, enjoying the frantic squirming off the ginger “Such a little slut with only a few-” Jamil dramatically groaned as Ace kneed him in the stomach as revenge for the crude and untrue words. Arms finally free from his boyfriend’s grip, Ace crossed them and huffed, giving his senpai a dirty look as he inwardly winced at how tightly they were held
“I’ll have you now that i am perfectly capable off banning you from fucking or touching me Jamil-senpai.” the brat pouted, cheeks puffed out as he glared at the older man. “Second of all there is nothing wrong with me…liking it when…you...” the younger couldn't finish, immediately covering his face with his hands, to be embarrassed.
“Sevens, if everyone else could see you right now.” Jamil whispered to himself in awe as he took in how gorgeous Ace in his shyness was. However, no one else would. No one would see how sweet Ace could be. No would one see how he cared and tried. No one would see how he struggled and cried, whether out of pain or pleasure. No one else would see him at his highest high or lowest low. No one but him. And Jamil was going to make it like that for a long, long time.
“...and I get told that I have no shame in this relationship and that I’m a whole brat but if everyone else could see how I’m being tortured every day by a shameless sex addict…” Jamil snapped out of his thoughts to hear Ace still underneath him, ranting.
Jamil gently smirked, mildly shocked to find the former Heartslabul student still covering his face. However, the flushing on his face had gone down a significant bit since Jamil had zoned out and now. Unacceptable.
Gently without alerting a still ranting Ace, who was now going on about how everyone assumed he was overly bratty, he moved his hand so that they were hovering over the others before he struck, like a snake going for its prey, and pried them away, looking down into shocked red eyes.
"You're so cute." Jamil stated, after a beat of silence in which Ace started to squirm, voice awed as he took in the cherry shade of Ace's face.
That of course got his favorite reaction, and it was for Ace's pout to reappear on his face, full force, as he began to struggle again.
"Who the hell are you calling cute you bastard?!" Ace yelled, attempting to kick hi leg up to knee his boyfriend again but the other had already learnt his lesson.
As quick as a mamba, he wrapped his limbs around his boyfriend and rolled them around on the bed, so he was underneath, and Ace was straddling his hips.
Jamil extracted his arms from around his boyfriend before just as quickly placing them on his hips to steady the redhead.
Ace wobbled slightly before he was able to find his balance after playing his hands on his boyfriend's chest to settle.
Ace looked away, pout clear as his boyfriend began laughing again, eyes crinkling, and head thrown back.
When Jamil's laughter reduced back down to slight chuckled Ace turned to glare down at him, which honesty just looked like a little kitten begging for attention.
“You’re an asshole.” Ace repeated his insult from earlier, absolute conviction in his voice and it was no clear no amount of teasing or gentle bullying would get him to back down.
“I’m sorry.” Jamil apologised, genuinely meaning it as he saw how truly embarrassed and irritated his boyfriend was. His thumbs rubbed soothing small circled gently on Ace’s hip and Jamil watched as the younger calmed down and relaxed into his hold, leaning down to rest his head on the raven’s chest.
“Make it up to me.” Pouted Ace.
“Of course. Pancakes?” he offered
“With extra syrup?” Ace looked up, eyes shining hopefully and Jamil will do anything to keep that light burning.
“Of course.”
“Whoop!” Ace cheered as he got up from his boyfriend Jamil couldn’t help but miss the heat from the other thighs. “I’m gonna go shower!” and with that the other bolted. However, he stopped mid dash, turned, ran to Jamil again, kissed him quickly on the lips, cheeks burning, and ran off again, a quick “I love you” leaving his mouth
Jamil’s hand moved to his face, fingers grazing over his lips and he quietly smiled to himself. “Sevens, I love him.” He chuckled to himself quietly before standing up and l moving to his wardrobe.
Turning around to double check that Ace truly was gone he opened up a little hidden compartment and inside was a little box. Jamil gently lifted the box up and opened it quietly, a pang of irrational paranoia scared that Ace might hear him, an inside was the most beautiful ring.
The band was silver in colour, small light, and engraved inside the ring were the two’s initials and birthdays, with a little heart used in between. On the outside the engraving of a snake ran through the design, the one thing separating the take and the head was the star of the show, a pink diamond. It was small enough that it wouldn’t be classified as ‘flashy’ but the subtleness gave it a sleek and elegant feel about it. Something that Jamil knew was exactly what Ace liked. Or so he hoped. Otherwise spending 5 ½ hours with the first years, Kalim, the ex-Heartslabul students and the ex- promefiore students would have been all for naught and Jamil’s contemplating of either murder of suicide will be more leaning towards the latter.
Jamil quickly shook his head out of the depressing thoughts and took in a deep breath. He had everything planned out, even to the last second. No way could it get screwed up, right? Jamil shook his head again and inwardly berated himself.
‘You prophesise bad thing and they come true. Besides, Ace would probably enjoy any proposal that didn’t make him the complete center of attention in front of crowds.’ He shook his head fondly as he returned the ring back and started his way to the kitchen to make the pancakes.
And if he ended up breaking his no mess rule in the kitchen by losing slight control when he saw Ace in only his hoodie with syrup on his lips, then that was between him and Ace alone.