“Just—one more minute,” Sparkling says. He runs the comb through his hair again and groans. “This fucking cowlick, I swear.”
“You look fine,” Lilac says—an understatement on his part, since his eyes keep trying to undress him. “You’re just fussy.”
“And?”
“And a borderline perfectionist.”
“That was not what you were meant to say,” Sparkling says with a grin. He focuses back on his reflection and that goddamn cowlick. “Besides, you like all the work I put into my hair, right?”
“Indeed, I do.” Lilac takes a couple steps forward, enough to wrap his arms around Sparkling’s waist and rest his chin on his shoulder. He makes eye contact with Sparkling through the mirror, his smile taking on a coy edge. “But I have to admit—I prefer it when you’ve just awoken from your slumber. You know, when it’s an unrecognizable mess, angles everywhere, and I get to run my hands through it as I kiss you good morning.”
Sparkling’s cheeks go pink. “Cute, but you’re not gonna stop me.”
Lilac chuckles, then—a sound that rumbles against Sparkling’s skin and one that he knows doesn’t bode well. “You know what’s better, though?”
“Oh my god.” Sparkling takes the bait, anyway. “What?”
“When we’re tangled in each other,” Lilac replies, his voice dipping low. “When I’ve had you, and you’ve had me, and we’re simply basking in each other and what our bodies have shared. And you’re looking at me as though I were the dawn, your eyes deep emerald affection, and your hair is this masterpiece splayed across the pillow—”
“Oh, my god,” Sparkling says again, but it comes out a little more as a groan as Lilac presses a kiss to his neck. He turns in Lilac’s arms, his back now against the counter, and looks at him with a playful grin. “We’re not going out tonight, are we?”
Lilac leans in. “Only if you want to.”
“God, no,” Sparkling says, and pulls him in.