“You’re asking me to marry you?”
“Yeah. Also, I was always told it’s smarter to live with someone beforehand because you don’t really know a person until you’ve lived with them or something like that, so I should probably move in as soon as possible. I wasn’t a fan of your bed sheets. Can we change them?”
“You…” Baikal looked like he was a robot experiencing a glitch, “want to change my sheets?”
“Our sheets,” he corrected, “but yeah. Cool?”
“Cool?”
Rabbit chuckled. “Are you all right? Is this your way of saying no?”
“No?”
He pretended to misunderstand and dropped his arms. “Oh.”
Baikal immediately wrapped his hands around his waist and yanked him back in, the breath whooshing out of Rabbit when he slammed into his chest. “Don’t fuck with me, Rabbit.”
“But that’s half the fun,” he teased. “And I really, really like it when you’re naked.”
He blinked down at him. “You’re serious.”
“I’m always serious.” Rabbit chose his words carefully. Always had. Always would. Originally, it’d started when he was younger in an attempt to keep his mother pleased and avoid more punishments, but over time it’d just become a part of his personality. He didn’t like wasting words. “Were you not, when you suggested it before?”
“That was not a suggestion,” Baikal reminded.
“Then I’m not seeing why this is so difficult for you to grasp.”
“You’re going to marry me.”
“Only if you say yes, which for the record, you haven’t done yet.” Rabbit sighed dramatically. “I’m starting to feel unwanted here, Void. Seriously. If this is how you plan on treating me in the future I’m going to have to rethink the whole—”
Baikal captured his mouth, tongue slipping past his lips, teeth nipping at him as he practically devoured him in one go. He kissed him like it was the first time, rough and claiming, so that when he finally pulled back they were both out of breath and flushed.
“I promised I’d let you make your own choices,” Baikal said.
“You did,” Rabbit agreed, seeing where this was going.
“You’re choosing to marry me?”
“I am—After graduation,” he felt the need to reiterate that part lest the other guy get any bright ideas.
Baikal laughed but nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“If that’s your choice, little bunny,” he kissed him again, softer this time, “let’s get married.”
Rabbit held up a finger.
“Aftergraduation.” Baikal pulled him in closer. “Now about those sheets…”
“I hate them. They have to go.”
“They’re made out of glow moth thread.”
“Don’t care.” He kind of did. That was expensive, but Rabbit was too invested in this now to give in.
“At least give me the chance to convince you,” Baikal said, pulling Rabbit toward the door.
