Cerulean Cape soft boys

he'd really thought, when he'd gotten separated in the snowstorm, that he'd lost @Fynn all over again. it'd been a heartbreaking few hours, and he'd realized not for the first time in his life just how much he loves the other boy. the thought of being apart from him is almost too much to bear. with this thought in mind, he hurries back from his hunt, carrying a freshly-killed hare in his jaws as he returns to where he'd left his boyfriend. "fynn!" he yells when he catches sight of the familiar figure, voice muffled by the hare. his tail picks up a furious pace at the sight of him, and he moves a little faster to close the distance between them, eager to greet him.

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Heart wrenching as their separation had been, Fynn was ever determined to find Blossom, no matter the cost. Fortunately, both were mostly unharmed from the situation. Stretched out, the archer enjoyed taking it easy and the view of the crystal blue ocean nearby. He’d never been much of a morning person, but Blossom always made it worth waking up early for. Ears swerved, Fynn got to his feet the moment he heard his boyfriend’s approach—pretending he certainly was not dozing off again. Broad grin curved toothy across the boy’s soft features, he rushed to his side; “Welcome back, love.” Brushing his muzzle gently across Blossom’s, he peppered him with a few kisses.

his heart begins to race as fynn reaches his side and makes contact, and he finds himself dropping the hare thoughtlessly to return the kisses. "you were falling back asleep, weren't you?" he mumbles teasingly, planting kisses across his brow and down the side of his face. his stomach rumbles a little, affronted by his change of focus, but he ignores it in favor of pressing closer to embrace his boyfriend. his thick fur is as warm as always, and the chill in the air tempts him to burrow into it and forget the meal entirely.

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If he could purr, he would. Alas, Fynn just takes to melting in the affection Blossom gives him. He’s tempted to fall back asleep where he stands; surrounded by warmth, love and his favorite person. Alas, Blossom knows him better than he knows himself. His eyes widen in mock offense; “Me? Fall asleep? Nahhh, never,” he drawls and glances to the morning sky. Sleep is for the weak, after all, and Fynn is Strong. (Mista is not and got distracted.) The archer nuzzles Blossom’s cheek, pressing his chest to the red wolf’s and planting a kiss and nip on his neck. His tail wagging lazily behind him. “Hungry?” His tone teasing, of course.

he huffs softly at the response given, nipping at fynn's neck playfully. "liar," he murmurs, though his complaints are quickly forgotten when the pale boy kisses his neck. his heart skips a little at the returned nip, skin heating — but then fynn (indirectly) mentions his awful stomach-noise, and embarrassment quickly overwhelms the faint warmth blooming over his skin. "yeah, i guess," he says, trying not to sound anxious. he knows fynn was only teasing, of course... which just makes him feel embarrassed about feeling embarrassed. ugh, what a mess. "are you?" he steps back to reach for the hare, dropping it between them and hoping the answer is yes.