"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
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"What what was Sing doing here?"
"Dressing up my wounds," Mix shrugged.
"So he has seen you without a shirt," Earth frowned.
"Well well well, look at you," Mix giggled, "and Sing thought you weren't jealous. Looks like I have to report to him that you actually did not pass the test after all."
"I'm not jealous," Earth said, but his face was telling a completely different story.
"Sure you aren't. Well, baby, I have news for you — Sing is my best friend, he has seen me almost naked many times."
Hearing words 'almost naked' Earth's eyes shot up towards Mix, his head tilted to one side, "you mean to tell me that he has seen more of what is mine than I did?"
"What is yours?" Mix smirked.
"Yes, mine," Earth leaned in, pushing Mix to lay down. "You agreed that I'm yours and you are mine."
"Hmmm, did I? I don't remember that."
Earth moved a little lower, pressing a kiss on Mix's stomach where it wasn't covered with the white bandage. "Maybe I should refresh your memory." He kissed another part of Mix's stomach, a little bit higher this time, "this is mine." Another kiss tickled Mix's overly sensitive skin, "this is mine too."
There weren't many times when Mix lost his words but Earth somehow knew how to make Mix speechless. Mix was teasing Earth, thinking he had the whole situation under control — clearly he did not.
The way Earth was so gently holding Mix's waist and how he pressed his lips on almost every part of Mix's skin that wasn't wrapped in the bandage, letting them linger there for a second or two before he whispered another "this is mine too," all of that felt overwhelmingly good.
And Mix wasn't protesting — frankly, he remembered vividly their conversation in the kitchen, how could he not? It was only that morning — who could have known, that so many things can happen in one day, and he did agree with Earth's words: he belonged to Earth and Earth belonged to Mix. They were each other's. And it felt beautiful, and it felt right, and it felt wild, and it felt new, but it also felt like something they always knew.
Earth moved up, his lips tracing Mix's exposed collarbones, still whispering between each kiss, "mine."
Mix didn't even realize he was humming in agreement after each 'mine' that come out of Earth's lips before Earth pushed himself up with his hands, so he was hovering over Mix, eyes full of fondness, looking at Mix.
"Are you mine?"
"Yes," Mix couldn't help but smile. "You have really good convincing skills, baby."
