Prinxiety Short Stories.

Backstage

AU: Human/High-School
Ship(s): Prinxiety
T/W: Heavy make-out session, cursing.
Type: Fluff with some spice
Notes: I am alive yes.

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This should definitely not be happening. Virgil knew that. He was the sage manager, this was highly unprofessional and he shouldn't be doing this. But his boyfriend was a persuasive motherfucker and he didn't particularly mind when Roman picked him up by the waist and set him on an abandoned prop table, connecting their lips eagerly.
Virgil threaded his fingers through Roman's hair and pulled him closer by the sash of his prince costume. Roman made a small noise deep in his throat (which did something to Virgil, holy fuck) and slipped his hands up and under Virgil's shirt, skating them across his smooth skin.
They fit together perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle. Their lips worked against each other sometimes soft and sweet, others rough and needy. Virgil didn't pull away until he absolutely needed to breathe, taking a large gulp of the musty air.
He had to suppress a laugh at his boyfriend's appearance. His lipstick was smeared everywhere, his tawny skin shiny with sweat (either from the stage lights or making out, Virgil wasn't sure), his normally perfect auburn waves were tousled and messy, he looked adorable.
"When are you going back out there, Princey?" Virgil asked, smoothing down Roman's hair. Roman made a thoughtful noise.
"I have to be back out for the end of act one." Virgil nodded and listened closely to the music playing on stage. They had about 20 minutes, give or take.
"Good, because you look like a mess." Roman laughed softly and Virgil could feel himself falling deeper in love. He connected their lips one last time. "Alright, Princey, let's get you cleaned up."