Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

“Thank you, love.” Met grinned. It was apparent Jason’s compliment really touched him as he put more definition onto his parting.

Jason smiles at the other and nods, his smile kind and loving. I love you so much.

Met smoothed back Jason’s hair tenderly, leaning close again, pressing their noses together.
I love you too. I wish I could put into words how much I love you…

Jason chuckled. "You're eyes are so beautiful." He mutters softly, smiling warmly at him.

Met smiled back bashfully, relaxing into Jason. “Thank you. You’re very beautiful yourself.”

Jason smiles and kisses Mets forehead gently, then his lips. "Cutie."

Met giggled and turned a faint red. “I’m not cute.”

"Yes you are~" he replies, kissing Met gently. "You look like a cute little tomato."

Met covered his bright-red face. “No I’m not!”

Jason smiles and wraps his arms around the other and kisses him softly. "Yes you are and there's nothing you can to do make me stop thinking that." He mutters.

Met took his red face out of his hands. “If you say so, Jason.” He leaned into the other’s chest happily.

Jason chcukles as he holds the other. "I've got you baby." He mutters. "And I will love you always."

Met wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist. “I’ll always love you too, Jason.”

Jason chuckles. "Shall we get out or just stay like this?" He asks curiously.

Met pulled away. “We should get out. We’ll waste water if we don’t.”

Jason nods and turns off the water. "Off we go then." He smiles warmly at the other.

Met nodded and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel. He wrapped it around himself, yet a good majority of his legs still showed.

Jason followed after, doing the same thing. He pecks Mets cheek. "Do you need to borrow some clothes?"

Met shook his head. “No, I’ll wear my clothes.”

Jason tilts his head. "I have plenty." He replies, kissing Met gently. "But if you insist."

Met shook his head. “I don’t want to dirty up your clothes.”

Jason chuckles. "There's nothing a washing machine can't fix." He kisses Met's nose lovingly.

Met gently put his hands on Jason’s face. “I’ll just wear mine. Or I could text Seth to bring me some.”

Jason nods and smiles gently, kissing his forehead. "Alright." He runs a gentle hand through Met's still wet hair.

Met pulled the towel tighter around himself and leaned against Jason. “You can go get dressed. I’ll stay in here.”

Jason smiles a little, "You sure you don't want to come with me? You could help me pick what I should wear while you text your dad?"

Met personally felt Jason shouldn’t wear anything at all. Yet he smiled a little, glad Jason couldn’t read his mind.
“Sure. I don’t have a good sense in fasion, though.”

Jason chuckles. "I don't mind." He kisses Met's forehead happily before taking his hand and walking to his bedroom, his towel wrapped firmly around his waist.

Met held onto his towel as they walked, gazing around happily at Jason’s room. He didn’t want to leave Jason, yet he knew Seth would get upset if he was gone for too long.

Jason smiles and kisses Met's forehead before walking towards his closet. "You can sit anywhere if you'd like." He says, glancing back at the other.