let it snow! | dorbyn

TWENTY ONE

december 21st

"hey mom."

corbyn was laying down on the bed, holding his phone above his face. saskia was on his screen, her features soft. "hi baby. how are you? how's oregon?"

"still cold. i got a matching tattoo with daniel, made friends with the tattoo artist, daniel got stuck in a snow storm so he's in the bath right now, i-"

"daniel got stuck in a snow storm? oh god, is he okay?"

"totally fine. he just has a chill he can't shake." he shrugged. "do you wanna say hi?"

"please." she said, holding her worried motherly voice. corbyn got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. daniel was still in the tub, scrolling through some form of social media, however, he put a pause on that when corbyn came into view, giving his boyfriend his full attention.

"hey bug."

"mom wants to say hi." he handed him his phone and sat on the edge of the tub behind daniel's head.

"hi sweetheart. how're you feeling?"

"i'm okay. honestly. just have a chill and it won't go away. corbyn's been forcing me to take hot baths every day." daniel playfully rolled his eyes. "it hasn't been storming this week but it's supposed to snow on christmas, so we'll see how that turns out."

"you two stay warm, yeah? and sit by the fire. watch a movie and relax, because i know for a fact that chill won't go away anytime soon." she mothered.

"we will."

when she hung up, daniel tugged on corbyn's arm. corbyn kissed his knuckles and stood up to remove his clothes. daniel watched him with dark eyes, holding his hand while he stepped into the warm water.

he faced daniel, interlacing their fingers. "baby your hands are still freezing."

"mhm." daniel pushed corbyn back, sliding his hand up his nude body. corbyn grinned, pressing his lips against daniel's, flipping them over so he was straddling daniel's waist. the water sloshed around them, some of it going over the top and spilling on the floor.

daniel's hands were wondering, feeling all around corbyn's body even though he's mapped it out from the moment corbyn let him touch his body a year ago.

their tongues brushed together and shivers ran up his spine. "are we really gonna do this in your tub?" corbyn asked once daniel broke the kiss to make marks on his throat.

"yes. yup. we totally are."

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"well we made a mess." corbyn breathed out, dropping his used towel on the floor. "daniel! my neck!"

daniel, just for good measure, leaned down and sucked another dark mark on the side of his neck. he licked over the mark once, then pressed his thumb against it. "i think you look cute."

"i look like i got attacked. by a vampire."

"it's fine. just an excuse to wear my sweaters." he shrugged, pulling corbyn into the bedroom while the towels soaked up the water on the floor. he sat corbyn down on the bed.

"well yeah but i cant take pictures now." he pouted. daniel pushed him down on his back, sucking yet another mark, but on his collarbone. "you're terrible."

daniel hummed, moving back up to kiss his red lips. "i'm gonna go live. and you're gonna be in the live with me."

corbyn stared at him and shook his head. "not when you covered my neck in hickeys, baby."

"good, let everyone know that you're in a very committed relationship." daniel moved back down his body, and to his thighs. he spread his legs, kissing all around the inside of his thighs. "maybe one day we'll fuck on instagram live."

"oh my god- no."

daniel gasped. "an onlyfans!" he joked. he didn't want to take that away from anyone who actually used the app for a source of income. that wouldn't be fair.

he bit down on the spot he's been kissing, eliciting a small moan from the older boy. "you know," he panted lightly. "if we weren't in a band, and if our fandom weren't mainly pre teens, i'd consider it."

"eh, i think they'd enjoy it." his words were muffled since he had his face buried against his leg. "we'd have to be discreet about it, of course. which means you can't be the sweet little baby you are."

he moved back up his body, making a note of corbyn's blush on his cheeks.

"but then again, our family watched our lives, huh?" daniel mumbled, pecking his nose. "..or would you like-"

a knock on the door interrupted them. he sighed, letting their foreheads rest together. "yes?"

"if you two are done fucking, mom made breakfast for dinner." tyler called out from behind the door. daniel kissed corbyn's warm cheek, and rolled out of bed.

"we'll be down in a few."

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[a/n]
the boys are so overworked rn i'm not really okay with that 😁 and daniel looked v upset when randy said that fallin wasn't hitting like they thought it was

consider me very mad🕳🤸