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Before he had realized what was happening, a gentle hand makes their way along Bad’s jawline, pulling him in for a kiss. Bad had completely relaxed into Skeppy’s hands, gently pressing forward and bumping their heads together in the process. He longed for getting to kiss him like this again, a proper kiss. And the most wonderful feeling flutters inside Bad’s chest as Skeppy cups Bad’s face adoringly. Their movements were slow yet filled with so much care, and Bad felt completely enamored with Skeppy’s presses. So much that a squeak in Bad’s throat unknowingly lets out, making Skeppy smile into the kiss.
“Bad you’re..” He pauses to make a quiet chuckle. “You’re doing it again.”
Bad just so happens to be blissfully unaware of what Skeppy’s actually talking about, too focused on their sweet kiss and chasing the feeling.
“Hm?” Bad exhales in response.
“You made a squeak mid kiss again, silly.”
Almost like he had remembered where he was, Bad blinks the stars out of his eyes to meet Skeppy’s own. They were snuggled next to each other on the couch, Skeppy’s hands resting on Bad’s cheeks and previously giving him the gentlest of all kisses. Then the gears in his brain quickly start rotating as he realized what Skeppy just said.
Bad’s face goes red. “I.. I dont know what you’re talking about.”
Skeppy laughs at that, vibrating his body against Bads. “Oh you so do, don’t try and hide it mister. You’ve been doing this a lot lately, and I’ve tried ignoring it but it’s so hard not to when we’re.. you know,” He stops, darting his eyes around as if he’s flustered with his emotions. “In the moment.”
It takes a few seconds until Bad realizes what he’s implying, and immediately his mouth gapes completely open in shock.
“S’geppy! Oh my goodness, you’re not- you’re not suppose to notice that.. ” Bad stutters out, feeling incredibly shy all of a sudden. “And I can’t help it, okay? It’s not something I just can control..”
The other's laughter fills the room at that. “Well I’m just saying! Like, do you even realize you’re doing it?”
“I um, no? I don’t think so?”
“Uh huh, that explains it.” Skeppy smiles fondly at the man, only making Bad more frustrated. “How could you not when you do it like.. every time we kiss?”
“I do not- I don’t do it every time, Skeppy.” Bad grumbles, his cheeks feeling warm to the touch. “Okay? Now you’re over exaggerating it."
“Hmm I think you very much do, Badboy,” Skeppy teases, his hands playfully sliding against the others back as his eyelashes flutter. Goodness, it was hard to stay mad at his pretty face.
“Mrrph, nope. Never.” The response from the older comes out naturally.
“Whatever, I’m not judging or anything I just want to know why you do it.”
There was a pause, and Bad has to take a few seconds to properly understand why he does squeak mid kiss. It just had felt right, in the moment. With so many awestruck emotions and excited feelings he can’t help but let them out into the world somehow. Sue him for Skeppy kissing him too good to even process the noises he makes. Still, it’s incredibly hard to not feel embarrassed about it.
“I only do it because I’m.. happy to see you and so I just, let it out.” Bad grumbles out, flustered with his emotions.
Skeppy gives another huff of laughter, he’s smiling so much that his eyes start squinting. “Oh my god, Baad, you don’t need to have an excuse you know.” He says teasingly, locking his hands around Bad’s neck. And suddenly, an urge of confidence rises within Skeppy as he gets close to Bad's ear. “You can just say it’s cause I’m a good kisser.”
Bad stutters out something incoherently, watching as Skeppy gives the biggest hysterical laughter while covering his face in the crook of Bad’s neck.
“Duu- What. Oh my gosh. You’re such an idiot,” Bad rolls his eyes jokingly, slowly separating from their hug and leans to the other side of the couch. “That was so- no, no. Don’t even talk to me.” He mutters fondly.
“Baaad! I was just kiddinggg,” Skeppy whines, scooting only closer to his boyfriend. “Listen, listen. I don’t care if you squeak or whatever, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
A hand reaches to touch Bad’s shoulder, but it’s different from before. This touch was much more gentle, light to the touch. And the air had shifted into a much calmer tone.
“You know I’m only kidding, right?” Skeppy starts again, leaning forward and pressing a soft peck on Bad’s cheek. “Don’t stop doing it, please. I love it actually, it’s just so… you. If that makes sense?” His voice is much softer than before. And Bad couldn’t help his brain starting to go fuzzy at the comment. Skeppy was so endearing, Bad felt like he was going to melt in his hold.
“Mmft, I know..” Bad replies simply. Because he really does know, that Skeppy would never genuinely mean to hurt him. …And he also knows that the kiss apology was much obliged.
Skeppy gives a gentle smile. “Good. Now c’mere.”
There’s a gentle arm that wraps over Bad’s waist, securing him closer into Skeppy. And Bad does nothing but allows himself to be swept along for the ride, relaxing himself against the warm chest of his boyfriend. Bad pushes his head into the crook of Skeppy’s neck, and gives a delighted noise in approval.
Suddenly remembering why their whole conversation had all started, Bad terribly fake coughs afterwards as if to hide his unforgiving squeak.
Skeppy seems to notice Bad’s behavior, and instantly brings a hand to thread through his brown hair.
“Aww It’s okay, it’s okay Bad,” he whispers, gently brushing the strands of hair out of Bad’s face and inching to his ear. “I think it’s cute.”
Needless to say, Bad’s face grew warm to the touch at the comment. He had fallen into a complete trance from his boyfriends fingers carding through his hair. It was a simple gesture, but something about it being Skeppy that’s doing it makes Bad’s heart beat just a little faster. He could be content with staying like this forever, feeling completely fixed on Skeppy’s breathing and the endearing way he happily sighs once in a while.
He slipped out a hum of approval when Skeppy pressed his fingers on the lower part of his ear. Gently massaging the spot, Skeppy doesn’t seem to comment on Bad’s little noises anymore. Closing his eyes, Bad let himself sit there for a moment. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in forever.
Maybe Skeppy was right, squeaking wasn't something he should be ashamed of.