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“Gatinho~ Get up! It’s already noon!” Cellbit felt Roier shaking him lightly. Cellbit knew the sun was shining in from the window but was too tired to care.
“Give me twenty more minutes.” Cellbit mumbled sleepily, barely gaining consciousness.
“But I have a surprise!” Roier whined.
“But I’m sleepy.” Cellbit mumbled into his pillow. Cellbit felt himself falling back asleep as soon as it was quiet again. But then he remembered his husband is never quiet and got out of bed in a panic.
He quickly brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face to wake up. Cell didn’t even bother to change out of his pajamas before looking around the castle to find Roier.
He checked the bathroom, nothing.
He checked the occultism room, nothing.
He checked all of the elements rooms, all empty.
He went into the dining room and heard talking. One voice 100% belonged to Roier.
Cellbit went into the kitchen and found Roier speaking with Bad and Richarlyson.
“Just saying, if you and Cellbit were to end things, I’m always here with open arms. To comfort you of course! I’d never date you even if you were the last person on Earth.” Bad said, taking a sip of his coffee. He glanced behind and saw Cellbit.
“Good morning, Cellbit! Took you a while to get up.” Roier turned to look at Cellbit.
“You’re awake! Sit! I made breakfast!” Cellbit was able to see Roier’s surprise now.
Roier was wearing a white tee, brown jeans, boots, fingerless gloves, and a black jacket.
Roier was wearing his clothes.
Roier was wearing his clothes.
Roier was wearing his clothes.
Cellbit felt his heart accelerate and blood rushing to his cheeks. He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to. Not when his husband looked as beautiful as their wedding day.
Cellbit must have been staring for a little too long because Richarlyson shot him a mischievous smirk and Bad commented.
“Roier, you look very handsome today. Your clothes look awfully familiar but I can’t tell from where. What do you think, Cellbit?” Cellbit sat at the table, too busy trying to wrap his head around the image in front of him to care about Bad’s comment.
Cellbit had been filled with jealousy when Roier was wearing Quackity’s clothes but now? He felt overjoyed. He felt proud.
His beautiful husband was walking around in his clothes, as happy as can be. What more could Cellbit ask for? How could this day possibly get any better?
Apparently it could get better because Roier placed a hot cup of coffee in front of Cellbit.
“Extra strong, just how you like it.” Roier smiled. Cellbit felt his heart accelerate again. That was it. He had to find a way to marry Roier a second time because one time was definitely not enough.
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After “gently” convincing Bad to take Richarlyson for the day (“I can’t, I have important things to do.” “Going and flirting with Forever or an inanimate building with your ex’s face on it isn’t an important activity!”), Cellbit quickly pulled Roier into their bedroom.
Before Roier had any time to ask anything, Cellbit held his face and connected their lips. Roier was quick to comply with the kiss. It wasn’t a gentle kiss like the night before. This one had more love behind it, similarly to the passion they shared on their wedding night.
Cellbit smiled against Roier’s lips. This was perfect. It’s what he could never desire with anyone else. How could he possibly want someone else when his everything was kissing him so lovingly?
Roier put a hand on Cellbit’s chest and pulled away, Cellbit still chasing after his lips. “Gatinho, I need air.” Roier chuckled, out of breath. Cellbit cursed the human body’s need for oxygen. He’d rather die from a lack of air than have to stop kissing Roier.
After Roier was able to catch his breath, he smiled and asked him. “What has you so enthusiastic, cariño?”. Cellbit wrapped his arms around Roier’s waist and held him close. “Why’d you decide to wear my clothes today?” Cellbit asked.
“My hoodie was still wet from yesterday and I thought you’d be happy to see me in your clothes.”
“I’m always happy to see you.” Roier wrapped his arms around Cellbit’s neck.
“Did you like it or love it?” the younger asked.
“When it comes to you, love is never a strong enough word.” Cellbit kissed Roier’s forehead. Roier’s cheeks tinted a light pink.
“When it comes to you, I don’t think I could ever need anyone else.”