slytherin boys react - II

him as your best friend being touchy with you in front of your boyfriend

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theodore nott
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theodore is never one to fuss, let alone show discomfort, but as you walk into the room with your boyfriend, your eyes catch him fidgeting with his shirt collar. his usually calm expression is twisted into a faint grimace, his hand rubbing at his shoulder.

"what's wrong?" you ask softly, your brow furrowing with concern.

"just... a pain in my shoulder," he says, his voice clipped as he rolls it back in a failed attempt at relief. then his lips curve into a faint smirk, and his eyes meet yours. "you're good at this kind of stuff, right? help me out?"

before you can answer, theodore unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt and loosens his tie, his fingers deliberately slow as he tugs the collar open, revealing just enough of his skin to make your cheeks warm. "do you mind?" his voice is soft, laced with something teasing as he holds your gaze.

your boyfriend's expression darkens, his arms crossing as he stands stiffly by the doorway, but you focus on theodore, sliding your hand gently under the fabric of his loosened collar. his skin is warm beneath your fingers as you press against the knot of tension in his shoulder.

"yeah... right there," theodore breathes, his eyes half-lidded. his head tilts slightly toward you, satisfaction etched onto his face. "you're so good at this," he murmurs, the low rasp of his voice making your cheeks heat.

"theo," you warn, but he ignores it, leaning slightly closer. his hand brushes against yours, guiding it as you work on the stiffness in his shoulder.

"you always smell so nice," he continues, voice quieter now, teasing. his smirk widens as his words cause an audible huff from your boyfriend. "and you're so warm."

"theo," you say again, sharper this time, but his smile only deepens.

"i like it when you touch me," he murmurs, glancing briefly at your boyfriend, who is glaring daggers. "it makes me feel... better." his voice lingers on the last word as his hand slides over yours briefly in thanks.

"that's enough," your boyfriend snaps, stepping closer with a glare that could've burned through theodore's shirt.

but theodore doesn't flinch. instead, he releases your hand with an infuriating smile, looking directly at your boyfriend. "she's got such a gentle touch," theodore drawls, buttoning his shirt slowly. "you're lucky, mate."

finally, you pull your hand back, your face flushed with frustration and embarrassment.

theodore tilts his head lazily toward your boyfriend, still smirking. "you've got good taste," he says. "if she were mine, i wouldn't share either."

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mattheo riddle
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mattheo is in a rush to leave. he calls a quick goodbye over his shoulder, but something makes him pause. turning back, a sly smile creeps over his face as he catches your eye.

"wait," he says, stopping a few feet away from you and your boyfriend, who stands silently at your side. mattheo steps closer, tilting his head with feigned innocence.

"what now?" you ask warily, already bracing yourself for whatever he is plotting.

"i can't leave without a goodbye kiss," he says, grinning as he points to his cheek. "best friends always give goodbye kisses."

you shoot him a look, but he only tilts his face farther, silently daring you. your boyfriend tenses beside you, his frown deepening.

"mattheo," you warn, but he gives an exaggerated pout.