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They were at work, in the middle of watching "Nana", the anime series, that they, of course, called a cartoon before it even had the chance to start. The vibes had been rather frenetic, just a tad bit more so than their usual on their highest frequencies.
"Do you ever think about how good it could have been if we met under different circumstances?" Asked Trixie, slightly turning her chin towards her businesspartner under the blaring lights of the NetflickTM studio, on the half-pink-half-red couch.
Katya could only manage to blink twice, the forwardness of the question pressuring her weary heart to miss a beat in silence. "Are you kidding me?" She squinted back at her, gesturing towards herself mindlessly.
"No! Do you?" Pressed Trixie, her voice turning into a nervous laugh, now her whole head bent to observe the person barely at an arm's lenght.
"Of course! You have to be kidding me. The main reason of why we got anywhere is because people were convinced that we were in love?!" Katya was staring right back at her, blankly stating what she had in store for a reply, looking at Trixie like this answer was the most obvious one out of all of them.
"Oh. I mean- Yeah, that's true..." She bat her eyes away from Katya's, admitting to the fact that she had been oblivious to the topic.
"You know, I just feel like you asked this only to hear me say it out loud. You must know that i have- Like...?" And it was Katya's turn to nag the topic further.
Trixie let out a shriek, throwing her head back in delight for being known so throughtly by her best friend, pulling her feet up on the couch next to and under herself, barely, but still extending them in her direction. She went for one of her familiar bits. "You don't know about me! You don't know what i have going on!"
Katya just watched as she shimmied her shoulders and pitched her voice exaggeratedly, a patient little toned down smile nesting on her face. "No bitch, i do! What you have going on is your single ass and your hungry bottom! But let me tell you, Miss Trixabelle, that it is a little too late for that. I am 50, i am decripit. I would have fucked the soul out of you in my 30s, right up to the gates of heaven, so maybe open your pretty little brown eyes sooner in another lifetime!"
Jaw on the floor, Trixie just stared at Katya during her jokey-lecturing monologue with an open mouth, the corners turned upwards, and darted eyes, clutching her non-existent pearls with her right hand on top of her chest. Regardless, it intriguted her, and she couldn't hide how her whole body faced the other blonde after the comments she made about how she desired to treat her.
"Damn. We really are life's greatest tragedy." Summarized Trixie after a second, beat down, her eyes back on the floor in the distance, gears turning heavily inside her brain.
Katya was quick to find her knee after she shrugged in defeat, squeezing once reassuringly on the furthest from inappropriate section of her thigh that she could reach, sensing the rabbithole that Trixie was leaping around, lingering there until she got any response to the touch.
"Well, what will we do?" Continued Trixie.
"Nothing." She answered, nodding in neutrality and acceptance, withdrawing her hand to herself, opening her posture further to her coworker. "You go and find yourself a hot boyfriend who treats you as well as you deserve to be treated."
Trixie sighed. "And you? You just gonna' become a monk?"
"Gonna'? Already am!" Barked Katya, suprisingly quietly enough to match the temperature of the room. "Just because i have a garden that i attend to?" She questioned, shooting an accusatory laugh at Trixie expectantly.
"Yeah!" Joined Trixie with her bird noises, before going on with a pained voice. "And the worst thing is that even that's hot... And the things you grow are delicious... Fuck you, honestly."
"Fuck you too." Replied Katya after a slight smirk, both of them laughing in despair, with Trixie's head in the process of sliding down from Katya's shoulder to her chest, her red-knuckled fists cradling her back in a successful attempt of comforting her as quickly as possible, mindful of how they had to get back to filming. Before she let go of her waist she patted it twice, softly speaking reassuringly into her hair about how she was going to be alright.
...
By the time a few months have passed by, as foretold, Trixie was in a fresh and promising relationship with Aaron, roughly pushing trough to their half year anniversary.
Katya, following along his own prophecy, kept going for flings and one night stands, all while keeping up with his hobbies such as gardening and excercising.
They worked together just as per usual, personally distancing themselves a slight bit from one another for the sake of Trixie's relationship, the stepback greatly leaving a strain on the both of them, just as it always did.
But Katya kept his ground. He reached out more often to other friends, he accepted more gigs than he would have a year ago, and he put a little more effort into polishing his language skills.
And Trixie made do with the new arrangements, convincing himself that this way he could be better for his boyfriend, which he tried to be, he really did, and it was for the best anyways.
Aaron was great. He honestly was, Trixie was aware of that. He was nice, both to him and to other people. He was well-dressed, you could really take him anywhere and he wouldn't look out of place in neither of them. He was well-spoken, everyone smiled at him politely from the waiters in restaurants to the bartenders at 10pm. He let Trixie speak without interruption, and he treated him with dignity in bed.
He just didn't make him laugh. He just didn't hold Trixie's hand, didn't touch him like he crawed to be touched. He just didn't make Trixie reach instinctly towards him. He just didn't make Trixie want to crawl inside his ribcage to wrap his warm body around his maroon heart.
So he convinced himself that the matter only needed time. That if he waited enough, maybe Katya's pulse would stop beating in his temple and instead Aaron's would replace it. Or maybe at least that it would dissapear, if nothing else.
But Trixie's head kept spinning. And Katya kept glancing at him when he thought he didn't notice like he needed him like oxygen.
Every day felt like a sin, making his ears ring with it. Did Aaron know? Was he okay with it? Maybe he had someone like Katya on his own. Maybe he understood it. Maybe he couldn't notice. Maybe it wasn't visible. Maybe it wasn't puring trough his veins as he felt like it was.
And Trixie did his best to hide it. He paid on outings, he bought gifts regardless of knowing what to, he tried not to annoy him with detailing his problems, he tried to fulfill the last of his fantasies at night.
It worked out just fine. Or at least that's exactly what Trixie told himself. It is what he repeated in the middle of the evening, clenched fists, Aaron's body rigidly laying on the other side of his bed, cold, the only sign of life coming from him being the lifting and falling of his chest.
Really, it was fine. He didn't dismiss Trixie for his work, nor did he complain about how much time he spent attending to it. He pecked his lips quickly and gently before parting ways, not stirring up their surroundings. He was bland with the people he was introduced to by Trixie, every last one of his friends nodding along to his dating choice, like they honest-to-god believed that Trixie choose well, that he was a good one. He was.
Even Katya agreed, and he had to be right, after all he was the one who nursed him trough his last breakup too, and god, that was a messy one. Though when he did while wishing Trixie all nice things as the formality demanded, he cursed the audacity of the man to do so. When Trixie ran his sweaty fingertips over the memory, he remembered how his voice was earnest as he did so, as he pat him weakly on the back, and Trixie was scandalised by the simplicity of it.
He found him to be a gentleman too, really. Just... Maybe a little too gentle? A little too far away? A little too sterile?
Regardless, they kept going, and Trixie kept pushing. He kept forcing every last corner of his mind to obey him, to bend the right way, and he was getting used to how it all felt.
Wrong. But at least a safe choice. Apparently the socially acceptable, right one.
He felt out of place, like he had won a stupid parade. Something that didn't actually matter to him, but still, the fact that he won filled him with a sense of pride. Actually, nor did he understand what it was that he seemed to be winning. Only that with whatever it was, came the crippling anxiety of never actually being happy, of not being where he was meant to be, of taking someone else's place.
But it was nice. It was fine. It was something that he was apparetnly supposed to have, something others thought was great for him. And he could manage to agree to some extent, especially if he squinted his eyes a bit. At least until the dead of night settled over him, and he felt ungodly alone, on most nights.
On less and less nights. He couldn't allow himself to fuck up his chance for a normal life. So he didn't allow himself to think too much about it.
And it did work out just fine. Until it didn't. Until Trixie slipped.
Under the severity of the night, naked and frustrated, on the verge of spilling out, Aaron finally finding his prostate, he came with a name way too familiar and forbidden in his mouth.
And he wished, oh how he prayed, that he didn't hear it. Just this once, Trixie tought, maybe god could be on his side. Or just one of the gods. It's fine, it had to be. And Aaron pumped him trough it, but he moved away in the same moment, so Trixie's orgasm was ruined anyways. Regardless, he sobbed, trying desperately to keep it inside.
How could he have fucked up so bad? He didn't mean it, right? He couldn't have been fantasizing about someone else, could he? Especially-? But he didn't mean to hurt his boyfriend, he really didn't. He was great. And Trixie so didn't want to be back on square one.
Aaron let him down easy, honestly. He just allowed him to slip out of his grasp after a few blinks, Trixie's body finding the bed underneath him, all of his muscles clenched in his best attempt not to let a single clue get away from him about how there were tears streaming down his face. He pulled out of him fast, leaving Trixie ripped open in more ways than he could have possibly handled.
"I think we should break up."
And it seemed as easy for him as it was to greet a neighbor. He paid his icy goodbye, packing the sole few things that he had ever brought over to Trixie's place, and he was off, never to be seen again.
Trixie laid in the same position though, choking on his own tears, wailing as soon as the clicking of the door inducated that Aaron was gone for good.
Trixie couldn't help it, the last minute of his life tore away all of the bandaids and paper machet that he had been carefully building up from around his damaged heart.
He mourned the loss of that precious great life that others put the idea of being supposed to want in his head. He was furious at Brian first, for his sole existence, but that felt unfair to the point of burning his lungs from the inside, so he felt it all migrate to being mad at himself. And he was filled with flaring rage for a moment, exactly until he fell back onto the mattress with his buckling hands.
And he just cried and cried and cried until his head hurt with every breath and his eyes were itching to the point of it being painful. At least he managed to regulate his emotions, the only ones left behind being despair, hopessness, feeling doomed, alone, dissapointed in himself, and the good old familiar ache for something, someone, one specific person to hold onto.
An hour went by, and he barely even managed to half-heartedly pull the sheets over his own freezing and shaking body. Trixie used all of his power left stored somewhere, god knows where, to reach blindly behind for his abandoned phone. He couldn't even see or think straight, static buzzing in his head.
That's exactly how he dialed Katya's number, without a second tought or hesitation, in the depths of the night.
"Bri... I- Is everything okay?" Came as a dull mumble, after around the third time Katya's phone must have rang with the call.
The answer was a sob ripping out of Trixie's stomach, the familiarity of the tired voice soothing over him in the middle of his distress, finally something, anything else catching on his eardrums other than the beat of his own rapid heartbeat.
"I think i'll take my answer off the air..." Whispered Katya to himself, and the ruffling of his blankets could be heard on the other end of the phone as he sat up. "Okay. It's okay, Bri. I'm here. Do you want me to come over?"
"...no..." Then sniffling. "Don't want to be here..."
"Oookay, then... Do you want to come over? I guess no ubering in this state and hour. God, what time is it? I can pick you up in 20?" Katya was confused beyond comprehension, the only thing that he was sure about being the fact that he needed to be there for his friend, he needed to comfort him.
"Uhm... Please." Katya's stomach tightened from the weakness of Trixie's voice, his heart breaking with it. But at least he could hear Trixie's sobs quiet down between his shaky, short answers.
"Okay. It's okay, Bri. I'll be quick. Do you need anything?" By the time he was finished asking his question, he was already on his feet, the nearest shirt pulled over his head, car keys dangling, and a wallet tucked into the pocket of his black shorts.
"Just you-" Trixie wailed once again, his voice breaking with it. Katya huffed a breath out at it regardless. "Bri?"
"Hm?" Encouraged Katya, already walking the beat in the direction of his car in the garage, feeling jittery from seeing the streetlights cut trough the constancy of the dark.
"...Thank you."
"It's really nothing, Bri. I'm in my car. Do you wanna' hang up? We can stay on the phone if you want." While speaking, he was already stepping on the gas, pushing his feet just a tiny bit further into the pedal as the law or a decent thoughtprocess would have allowed him to. But what did those rigid rules know anyways? They couldn't hear his favorite person's sniffling, and the images of him crying couldn't haunt them as they did Katya.
"Please." Trixie's voice was still wet, and emotions danced trough him mercylessly, shaking him to different extents. And Katya couldn't do anything to ease his pain but listen. Yet. But he stirred the wheel a little more recklessly than he ever had in his entire life, despite the fact that he had collected a few speeding tickets here and there in his earlier days for being a menace to society on the road.
But it was for a good reason now, he was convinced. He wouldn't have gone back to those days for a visit for anyone else. "Okay. I'm here Bri, i am literally 3 minutes away. Can you try slowing down your breath with me until then?"
Since Trixie's answer was a hum and not a protest, Katya put up a whole breathing excercise for him in his car, rushing trough the city, barely witnessing any other drivers on the streets. He abruptly pulled his keys out of his wechicle while thanking the universe for giving him his yoga-training, seemingly succeeding in grounding Trixie, or at least keeping him occupied until he could hold his ruins together with his bare hands, the risk of bleeding out during the process being more meaningless than an advertising pamflet being left in his post box.
Trixie could hear the hitching of Katya's breath trough the speaker as he took the steps three at a time towards him, and couldn't help letting out a short, deep, and wet laugh at his eagerness. Only if he knew why Trixie was running his tearstreams to drought...
Katya busted trough the door without hesitation, only ending the call when he saw Trixie splayed out in a wet patch after marching right into his room.
"Hi! Hi, Bri! Can you tell me what happened?" Requested Katya, struggling to keep his excited voice forced quiet, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as close to his trembling friend as he could. "Did he hurt you? Are you okay physically?" He continued, carefully and barely running his fingertips over Trixie's near frozen skin on the closest bit of it to himself, somewhere on his leg below his knee.
He shook his head dismissingly, still not looking at Katya, not even in the dusk of his room. "H- Hi. Thanks. For... For coming." Whispered Trixie, choking on his own tears.
"Can i touch you? Can i hold you? Is that okay?" He waited for an answer on the edge of his figurative seat, while Trixie smushed his palms into his own eyes and face, attempting to at least turn towards his visitor in the fetus pose he had been clenched in.
Trixie stared at him for a beat from behind his own hands, patting at himself. He managed a careful and intimidated nod regardless.
Katya's arms immediately flew to hold him, to grab him, and Trixie's chest caved in in defeat, tears streaming down his cheeks like a river again.
The warmth spreading trough his limbs took him by surprise almost painfully, despite that it was pleasent, but still, it became an unfamiliar sensation under the time he had been aching for it. Katya's enveloping and inspecting firm hands made his heart ache and throb, attempting to jump straight out of his chest to get to him. But he was just focusing on running his palm and eyes trough every bit of his physical form, looking for any signs of hurt left behind. And Trixie just stared and stared at him, eyes voulnerably open. His weeping stopped, if only for a few moments, due to the man's attentiveness and how much he cared, how gently and softly he did.
When he found none, Katya sighed in relief, then drew his eyebrows close to one-another, reaching for Trixie's face and scanning it just the same. He asked Trixie if his head was tormenting him, with his pulsing skull between his bony little fingers, pressing on a spot carefully, just enough to make the pain turn into an insufferable beep getting quieter with the passing moment, taking the soreness away along with the noise, and Trixie's eyes shifted closed with his teardrops escaping.
"It's okay. I'm here. Can you talk about it now?" His question was met with a no as an answer again in the form of a nod.
Katya was worried to death, but the fact that he could feel him alive in his own hands made the agony more bearable. "Okay. That's okay. C'mere." He cooed, cradling Trixie's ragdoll-like upper body to lift him, resting him slightly up against the headboard.
Katya's eyes were so intense and focused on him that he could feel his sight on his skin wherever it landed. And he couldn't help but get lost in how beautiful he was, even this alarmed, sitting on his own feet.
"We can talk tomorrow. We gonna' get out of here real quick, okay? I just need you to drink a sip and i'll bring you some painkillers. And i think we will also need some clothes." Katya stated his plan, rubbing a tight circle on Trixie's shoulder, trying his best to wrap him up in his blanket, no matter how many cold and wet spots it had on it.
When Trixie seemed to aknowledge the situation, and Katya managed to get his body to at least start heating up, he left to collect the needed items.
He was quick on his feet, attempting to get a clearer picture of the story by the state of the apartment, but there wasn't much more besides the scattered clothes of Trixie's, inducating a previous intercourse and an unplanned parting of ways. He was left clueless.
Katya was back in less than a minute, and by then Trixie wasn't shaking like a leaf as he was handed his favorite cup. He was praised for simply drinking some water, and his heart ached with it while a body weighted down the bed next to him. Katya slowly blinked at him with an encouraging smile, finding his sweaty palm to put a painkiller on, letting go of him with a squeeze.
It scraped Trixie's throat as it went down, but he scrunched his face up and swallowed some more sips. Katya patted his legs again before getting up to throw the clothes from the floor in the laundry basket, pulling a pair of briefs and the softest shirt he could find out of his closet to then pray them on the barely co-operating Trixie.
Regardless, he managed to baby him into his car. With the blanket wrapped around his body. And he had to tie his shoelaces for him. He also held his waist the whole way from his bed, both to support and comfort him. Not to mention how he had to carry Trixie's phone in his own pocket because he refused to do so, insisting that he didn't care about anyone else, so it wasn't important anyways.
They made it to Katya's place soon enough, not hurrying all that much on the way back, with Trixie's clammy hands tucked under Katya's thigh on the side, his head flopped back onto the edge of the seat, body tangled in the still drying rag.
Some random Melissa Etheridge album played quietly the whole time, putting Trixie to ease as he hummed along mindlessly, wiggling his fingers below his friend's leg.
Katya managed to coax him out of the vechicle, eventually, by threatening to tickle him until he begged him to stop. So Trixie fleeted the sceene with a shriek, nudging him out of the way as he held the door open for him.
Once they have settled inside on the bed, Katya arranged everything to his visitor's comfort. The blankets, the lights, the bottle of water on the bedsidestable, alongside his phone on the charger. He tucked Trixie in into the comforters, blankets, and sheets like there was no tomorrow.
There wasn't much talking, since both of them were tired and hazy minded, but Katya held one of his hands in between both of his own, reassuringly putting some pressure on it. Trixie was grateful for all of these things.
Eventually, he continued speaking. "We broke up." "Oh-" "He left me." He avoided Katya's gaze, but he gladly accepted the hug when his arms draped over his shoulders for a short minute. He was arguing about whether or not it would be a decent idea for him to ask Katya to stay the night with him, but he found himself to recoil in fear of what-ifs.
What if he held him just a little too tight? What if he couldn't restrain himself? What if he couldn't stop? What if he could never sleep in peace again without Katya next to him?
"I'm so sorry, Bri." He whispered, and Trixie squeezed his eyes tightly shut to quiet his thoughts. "I- Itsokay. It was the right thing to do."
Katya frooze in confusion for a second as he pulled away, positioning his weight back on his heel on the edge of the bed. "Oh? Okay. You can tell me about it whenever you feel like it. I'm sorry regardless, you deserve to be happy."
They sat in complete silence after he nodded in response, no pressure for either of them to continue talking, allowing exhaustion to fully weight their limbs down.
When Katya squeezed his fingers again in attempt to stand up and say his goodbye, Trixie abruptly stopped him, going against the noble voice in the back of his mind advising him to do otherwise.
Katya gave in to his puppy-eyes in under a heartbeat. He ended up falling asleep with his stomach pressed tightly up to Trixie's back, after he grew frustrated at him for not laying close enough to him and having to tug on his hand, until he decided to take matters into his own hands and almost crawled right under his skin. Katya wasn't complaining.
Neither of them dared to give a second thought during the days they spent together to how they slept better than they have in ages in the soft smell of each other, in the warm nest their bodies created for one-another.
...
After a while, when the whole matter seemed to be long forgotten, when they have spent most of the passing time together, laughing, sharing anecdotes, and touching, Trixie felt like it was time to come clean. He felt guilty for not being totally honest with the person who supported him trough everything without hesitation. And he ached more and more fatally to be touched by him, always wanting to go further, to stay longer, to get there quicker.
So when he felt like his world would collapse if he kept all of that inside, he decided to confess his carefully kept secret to the person who he hoped knew already. He had to, right?
Katya was sitting on his sofa, has been for around ten minutes by the time he managed to speak up. And as Trixie struggled to bring up the subject, he looked up at him from his phone.
"So, you know how Aaron left?" He just nodded, finding Trixie's eyes glued to the carpet somewhere far away from them. "Yeah. So- I didn't tell you why. And- Uhhh-" "It's okay, no worries, you don't have to." "I- I understand, but i need to. I need you- To know." "Okay. I am listening." Trixie kept hesitating. "I, uh, during sex, i called him-" "Oh god." "Yeah. When he finally managed to aim right, i managed to call him Brian. So..." "Oh. Oh! Brian? Like...?" Trixie saw as the realisation hit him as he spoke, his eyes widening with it. And he was on the verge of falling apart and screaming, but he kept all of his muscles flexed, wishing to dissapear.
"Gosh... I- I am so sorry. That- Uh. Okay? Okay." Katya turned rootbeet red as he struggled to form a coherent sentence, not having a single clue about what to do with the newly revealed information.
Minutes passed. Or moments, but they surely seemed to last at least a half eternity. Both of them were spiraling, trying to come up with the next acceptable thing to say.
The only graspable thing in Katya's head was Trixie. Trixie, with his back arched. He himself right behind. His name being repeated in Trixie's voice faster and breathier, driving him insane. He forced himself to snap out of it.
"So... Were you thinking of me?"
Trixie was expecting everything besides this question. Being left alone, being laughed at, and so on. But not this. He first stuttered instead of answering.
"I- I mean- How else do you think that could have happened?" He declared with a handmovement, and he found Katya's face with his gaze. And now it was Katya's turn to have his breath be taken away.
"Fair enough." He inhaled deeply, trying to keep the conversation light so that Trixie could change his mind if he wanted to. "So he was that bad at fucking that you had enough energy to think of me and my shriveled pecker. Fascinating." "Briaaan! This is not funny!" Trixie whined with full force, stomping his feet towards the other man next to him.
Katya counted to three with his eyes squinted.
"Okay. Okay, Bri. Then convince me." "Wh- What do you mean?" Trixie acted confused for a beat, not being sure that he understood the request correctly. "Obviously you spent all this time thinking about something. So, go ahead, tell me what you want. I am someone you can bargain with. Convince me." Katya challenged, looking straight into his eyes so firmly that he was taken aback with it.
"Oh- Okay." Trixie choked out after a long pause, his mind spinning off-beat. "Sure. Okay... I know that you could find my prostate under a month, to begin with-" "Chh. I'd fuck you out of your mind the first time, we both know that. But many people could fuck you well, so give me a better reason. Your clock is ticking."
Trixie's chin fell to the floor from the comment, and he knew that Katya was messing with him by mimicking tapping a watch on his wrist, and his cocky expression as he spoke.
He knew that Katya would walk out of the room if he didn't tell him at least something nice to let him know that he really means it, that he really means what they both know.
He understood why Katya needed to hear it, and he was desperate to say it anyways.
"I- I know that you are the only person who i wouldn't feel alone next to- You are the only one who i don't feel lonely with. I would actually try to make my work-life balance better if spending time with you not infront of a camera was on the line... You wouldn't leave me anywhere with a simple short peck. And i know that you would embarass me by making out with me for a beat too long in public just for the kick of it. And i wouldn't stop you anytime... Simply doing chores with you on a day off would be a gift, and we would repeat our horrible jokes until we were both choking on our tears on the floor. Every one of my friends would be jealous at me for how madly i was in love, every one of my familymembers would beg me to bring you home for the holidays, every person i'd introduce you to as my partner would be in awe of your idiotically charming personality. Anytime someone hit on you i couldn't wait to get home to be able to suck you off, because it would turn me on how i was allowed to, and you wouldn't mind it one bit. And i wouldn't be able to get my hands off of you ever, and nor would you, to the point that people would assume that we accidentally superglued ourselves together. You would be a real gentleman, you would be careful with me, but you would be firm. Just as always. And we could be so soft and sweet. I would never stop kissing you and cuddling with you. You would always be close, i would never wander too far away. I'm sure it would be messy and sticky, but i feel like it would be in all the best ways. And i won't care when you get too old to dick me down, we are creative people, we will make do. You would be nice to me, and i would love it when you wore your fancy clothes, and i would want you to come with me everywhere. I would want to go with you everywhere. You would use your big words, and when i didn't understood you would explain it to me in a sweet tone, and you wouldn't make me feel stupid about it. We would say the same things at the same time even more frequently, and i would bird-screech every time. You would hold my hand, you would make me laugh, you wouldn't be embarassed of me, and you would touch me like i crave to be touched. I would let myself instinctly reach for you, and i would keep wanting to crawl inside your ribcage to wrap around your heart. Your pulse wouldn't stop beating in my ears, and you wouldn't stop glancing at me like you need me more than oxygen, and you wouldn't stop when i stared back at you. I would look at you softly, hold you as you sleep, and take care of you when you were sick, even if i laughed at you when you overreacted your symptoms. I would look at you so pretty. And you couldn't keep your mouth off of mine."
The moment Trixie stopped focusing on trying to find all of the right words to say and dared to focus back on Katya's face, he was already reaching for his chin to cup it, leaning in to capture his lips roughly.
The kiss softened with time as Trixie dragged himself into his lap to attempt straddling him, but he ended up just laying on top of him, with Katya's arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
...
Trixie's foretelling was right.