#I'm in a fluffier mood! Enjoy (while it lasts.)

[sugarrspice]

"You look adorable when you smile" with Antiaverage it can be fucked up or fluff >:3c

There are blunt nails scratching through his scalp. He keeps his eyes shut, drifting in the sensation; his shoulders don't prickle quite the same way, the static in the room purring gently, with the false rise and fall of his chest.

He doesn't usually do this; he doesn't need to breathe, after all, but something about the movement seems to put them at ease, so- he couldn't care less.

Chase's movements slow to a stop, and Anti cracks an eye open, not unlike an irritated cat. Or- no, Marvin's the goddamn cat. He's not an anything. "The fuck y'stopping for?"

"Just thinking," Chase murmurs, and Anti can't even see his expression, but he can hear the smile. Fucking saps, all of them; the static prickles at him, at Chase, and he's careful to make sure it doesn't dig its claws in. He likes to see them melt under it, but not while he's being spoiled.

"A rarity," he snipes. "Should I call the press? Henrik? Henrik's convinced it's all fluff up there."

Chase sighs, but it's all for show. "Here I was, thinking you were so adorable when you smiled, and instead..."

"If you want adorable, you go to Jackie. I am nothing less short of-"

"-stunning," Chase finishes, and his voice sounds distinctly fond. Anti closes his eyes and basks in the warmth. Chase's started gently massaging his scalp again, digging practiced fingers into the spots he knows aches the most from the ever-present static.

"Exactly. None of this cute bullshit," he murmurs, knowing full well the way he's sprawled out in Chase's lap is entirely at odds with his words. Ah, well. He can always tell Jameson to fuck off; he deserves to be spoiled once in a while.

Later, though. For now, he lets the waves of gentle pleasure rock him, and dozes.