TRIFORCE PIECES / private

[dannychan]

he sighed. “no, gilfoyle.” he said. honestly, he was more offended than anything. he thought that maybe- just maybe- it was more than just sex, but.. he should’ve known it was just casual sex.

[peridot.]

Well, no, it wasn't. Gilfoyle actually immensely enjoyed the new more intimate parts of their relationship, including the cuddling and sleeping in the same bed and the hidden kisses between coding sessions that lasted all fucking day. It was just that... He wasn't used to enjoying that stuff. Still, he wasn't exactly one to not indulge, so he decided to bite, "You have feelings for me, don't you."

[dannychan]

he frowned. “no..” he mumbled, looking away. he felt like gilfoyle might give him shit if he admitted it. everything was a trap with him.

[peridot.]

He glanced down for a moment before saying softly, "It wasn't actually a question, it was a statement." Getting to his feet, he took his plate and mug, moving to put them in the sink. He then turned around and put his arms slowly around Dinesh's neck, moving in for a slow kiss, "And before you have any dumbass thoughts about denying it again, I have feelings for you too."

[dannychan]

he paused, seeming a bit shocked. he kissed back, gripping his hips slightly. he hesitated. “is this a trick..?”

[peridot.]

He sighed and said, shaking his head and running his fingers through Dinesh's hair, "No, it's not a trick. It doesnt mean I'm gonna suddenly stop messing with you for the sake of my own amusement, but.... I do have feelings for you. And I'm going to indulkge them, because why the fuck not?"

[dannychan]

he hesitated and pulled him closer for a kiss.

[peridot.]

He blinked and made a soft noise, closing his eyes and kissing back with a small smile. He was vaguely aware of the fact that anybody could maybe walk in, but he still moved his fingers up through Dinesh's hair, humming with happiness.

[dannychan]

he hummed softy, gripping his hips gently. he smiled sightly. “how does our first official date sound~?”

[peridot.]

"I don't think lack of caring is sexually transmitted." Gilfoyle said, tilting his head, "Should I be offended...?"