Vinliam Oneshots II •🦢•

Babysitter Au: Snuggly

With a soft yawn, Vincent awoke from his slumber. He blinked the sleep away as his eyes traveled downwards, spotting a faint rustle of black and toffee ombre hair. His arms were clutched snuggly around the younger man, who appeared to still be sleeping against him.

Vincent smiled lovingly, brushing a strand of hair from William's face. His grip pulled Afton closer to him, he was still surprised honestly. He wasn't expecting to fall in love with someone he had no business being intimate with. But, the longer they were together, the deeper he fell.

He caught a vague whiff of his shampoo, a gentle, sweet floral scent. His other hand released from his waist and reached up to stroke his fluffy locks of hair, watching them bounce in his fingers slightly.

"Mmm..." A soft groaning sound came from below him, the same curls lifting from his fingers as William raised his head up to stare drowsily at Vincent. ".. What time is it?" He questioned, examining the surroundings of the bedroom. "And why am I in your bedroom?.."

Vincent rested his figure against the bedframe, "It's noon, peanut." He rubbed William's cheek, "And.. you're in my bedroom because you got drunk last night. So, I carried you here so that way, you wouldn't do anything idiotic."

William groaned at his words, sitting up before gasping harshly. His hands clutched his head, "God damnit.. I feel like literal shit." He sighed.

"Hangover?" Vincent laughed, helping him off the bed as they walked to the closet. "Here, you can wear some of my clothes for now."

"I can just go into my room and get my own clothes.." William scoffed.

"But then you won't look as adorable," he tugged his cheek, grasping his waist. Vincent reached for a simple coffee-colored sweater and upper-thigh length shorts. "Besides, you look exhausted. How about you and me go back to bed?"

"Why couldn't I wear the clothes I was wearing before?" William frowned.

Vincent grabbed him and pointed at a couple of stains on his shirt. "You spilled alcohol all over yourself last night, silly boy."

"Fine, but turn around." William snapped, making sure Vincent complied before he started unbuckling his pants.

Vincent tried not to glance sneakily as he stood, speaking to him with a cheeky grin. "So, why can't I watch, hm?"

The other young man scoffed, sliding up the shorts. "Because I don't trust you." He began to slip his stained shirt up yet, lazily throwing it in the closet.

Vincent then took the chance to approach him, "Come on, I'm not that bad.." He stroked his abs, colliding their bodies together.

William tucked the oversized sweater over Vincent's pale fingers, slightly relishing in the sensation of his stomach being adored and traced. He didn't reply however, just letting out a grousing sound when Vincent began to place his lips on his nape.

He turned his head around to kiss Vincent fondly, pulling his hand and tottering them to the bed. Once they both settled near each other, he wrapped the blanket over them. "You're not.. but I think I'd rather just sleep right now than get your dumbass hard." He stretched in Vincent's arms.

Vincent snickered at his words, "True, besides I need to go downstairs and check on the twins." He squeezed the side of William's arm and headed off.