To Pry

                                    

                                          
What if Chimon were to admit a fantasy to Perth? 
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Note: very light smut (?)
Not sure if it's categorized as smit, but this is the closest thing to it so far on this book.
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Nestled beside him, hands linked, and breathing in sync. Perth notices the small tug at Chimon's lips, twerking into an almost smirk. From the side view he can't quite tell what sort of expression it is. Chimon's cheek does look extra cute, squishy, kind of fluffy, and very pinchable. He could take a bite, nibble at his tasty skin and keep it for himself. He wants to keep all of Chimon for himself. Pry him open and feast on him. He wants to taste every piece of him. It's more than just like, more than just love, it's something like complete infatuation to the point of all encompassing ownership. 
"If you keep looking at me I won't be able to hold it together much longer," Chimon suddenly says. That half smirk disappears and is replaced by white teeth piercing a supple lip. His standard lip bite that just drives Perth crazy. 
"How will you unfold?" the question jerks out of Perth's lungs. He wants to know. He wants to tease and pry and taste. 
"I won't be able to hold back. All my nasty thoughts about you might take over," Chimon says with a slight flush on his face. He's embarrassed and it's cute. His nasty thoughts are- wait, his what kind of thoughts? Perth freezes at that, all his own thoughts come to a furious halt. Chimon just said...
"I can't stop thinking of you, imagining you naked, desperate for...me" Chimon explains like it's a simple fact, not a dirty dirty secret, in the most nonchalant way. 
Perth looks at him, his eyes trained on every syllable of every word. His eyes trained on the rise and fall of Chimon's lips. 
"You just do something to me." 
Perth tries to say something, anything. "Umm I-" is all that comes out. His mind is drowning from the mere admission of the truth. The fact of Chimon picturing him naked was mind boggling, pushing every part of him into a frenzy. 
"It's okay Perth. Don't say anything, I just like how cute you look right now," Chimon says as he looks straight at Perth. His eyelids half lidded, his lips parted, and a rosy red on his cheeks. 
Perth completely lost it. His mind became incoherent, needing a million different translations to figure out how to process anything. The topic at hand was so out of the blue that Perth had no sense of how to respond and how to interpret such a statement. All the statements. 
"Mon, I umm" was all he could seem to be able to say. 
"How can I resist when you're this cute, my nong," Chimon says, moving closer. His nose brushing against Perth's left cheek. His lips pursed pressing under his cheek bones. 
That's it. Forget prying him open and tasting him. Perth is a complete mess, unable to move, or breathe, or do anything else. Chimon is the one prying him open now.