cursed to love (one on one//closed)

Vos couldn’t help but laugh as well as he kept tickling Mikhail. He nearly fell off the couch in the process, but he quickly caught himself

"Please stop!" Mikhail managed to say between laughs. He tried to push Vos away as he laughed.

Vos just kept going, giggling a bit himself as he continued kissing and tickling him

"Nuuuuuuuuuu!" Mikhail yelled, still laughing. He kept squirming around, trying to get out of Vos' grip.

Vos went to keep tickling him, but he let out a squeak of surprise when he ended up falling off the couch and taking Mikhail with him

Mikhail also squeaked in surprise when they fell off the couch. He somehow managed to end up underneath Vos with his back pressed to the floor which made him instantly blush.

Vos blinked a few times, just barely managing to avoid squishing Mikhail. He was supporting himself on his hands and knees, so he was pretty much hovering over the other

Mikhail kept blushing. "Can you-um-get off?" He asked, looking around everywhere but Vos.

“Yeah, yeah,” Vos said after a moment of realization. He got up off of Mikhail almost too quickly

Mikhail quickly stood up and sighed. He sat down on the couch again and nervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

Vos sat down next to him, feeling awkward and, surprisingly, a bit flustered

"Soooo……" Mikhail started awkwardly, not sure what to do. He kept diddling with his shirt, glancing at Vos and realizing he was flustered.

“Would you like something to eat?” Vos asked eventually. “I can make something if you want.”

"No, it's fine," Mikhail answered. "And why were you blushing?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

“I wasn’t blushing,” Vos immediately said, not wanting to admit to it

"Uh huh, sure, I totally believe you," Mikhail said, the smile on his face becoming a bit bigger.

“You should. I’m a demon king, after all,” Vos hummed

Mikhail shrugged. "I couldn't care less," He replied, moving some hair out of his face.

Vos gave a small huff before lying back on the bed. “You’re very condescending for an angel.”

Mikhail chucked and did the same. "Thanks."

Vos rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Mikhail, a yawn escaping him as he laid there

Mikhail smiled softly and hugged Vos, nuzzling his shoulder.

Vos gave Mikhail an affectionate smile. "Would you like something for dinner? We could go out and eat if you like," he suggested softly

"It's fine, I can cook dinner if you want me to." Mikhail muttered, smiling back softly.

"Are you sure?" Vos asked gently. "I wouldn't want you to feel like you have to. I would be happy just taking you on a date somewhere."

"It's your choice, Vos. I'm fine with anything," Mikhail answered, cuddling into Vos.

"How about we both make dinner? The kitchen is properly unpacked by now, we could both cook," Vos suggested

¨That sounds good to me,¨ Mikhail replied, wrapping his arms around Vos' waist.

“What do you want for dinner?” Vos asked. “I don’t really mind what we make.”

"I don't either. So, it's your choice, pick what we're going to make," Mikhail answered.