shorts or no shorts
fandom : vtubers
pairing : aster x ren
icon : ms7122ms
ren just wants to be called sexy in his orange shorts
“Oh my,” Ren started, tapping furiously on his phone.
“What?” Aster asked, without taking his eyes off his own phone. His monochrome eyes were keeping track of the lasers and explosives scattered all over his screen. He was leaning heavily against Ren, who was absentmindedly playing with his ponytail
“They’re making fun of my orange shorts again,” Ren told him. “I’m so close to throwing them out one day and I-.”
“No, don’t, don’t,” Aster said, sighing when he died in his game. “I don’t know what’s so bad about it. It’s just orange shorts. It's probably because it’s orange.”
Ren chuckled, never one to stay mad for long, especially not when his boyfriend, who had snuggled up next to him, was wearing his hoodie, “Yeah, they say it’s like a fashion crime. But you know what, it’s my fashion crime.”
“Yeah, and you look good in it,” Aster added, shifting himself into a more comfortable position, as he loaded a new game.
“Yeah, and I look good in it,” Ren said, before turning to Aster with a grin. “You think I look good in my orange shorts?”
“Yeah.”
Not satisfied with the response, Ren pressed, “Yeah? You think I look good good, really good or sexy good in my orange shorts?”
“You look good in your shorts,” Aster replied, distractedly. His eyes narrowed at the enemy now sneaking around at the bottom of his screen.
Ren put his phone away, and gently pulled Aster on to his lap and tucked his chin on the younger male’s shoulder, “Yeah, but do I look sexy in my orange shorts?”
“Ren,” Aster groaned, when the movements made him miss all his shots and died in game.
Ren laughed, pressing a kiss just beneath Aster’s ear, “Just tell me, do you think I look sexy in my orange shorts?”
“I think you look good in your orange shorts,” Aster said, barely able to contain his own smile.
“Aster,” Ren whined, burying his face in the crook of Aster’s neck. “I’m not letting you go, until you tell me I look sexy in my orange shorts.”
Aster laughed, finally putting down his phone. He reached a hand up to pat the raven locks, pretending to think, “Uh, I think you look better without the shorts though.”
“You don’t like my orange shorts?” Ren looked up at him with a pout. “Maybe I should throw them away.”
“No, I meant,” Aster turned to cup his boyfriend’s face, trying to find a better way to convey what he meant. “I meant you look better with no shorts – or pants.”
Realisation dawned on Ren, and he grinned, “Oh yeah? I think you look better with no pants on either.”
“I’m not wearing any pants,” Aster giggled, wrapping his hand around his boyfriend’s neck.
“Oh really? Let me check,” Ren said, mischievously sliding a hand underneath the hoodie.
“Oh my god,” Aster muttered, feeling the fingers creeping up his thighs.
“Oh, aww, you’re actually wearing underwear,” Ren said, teasing the waistband against the soft skin.
“What? You want me to go commando,” Aster asked, amused.
“Yeah, you have to go commando. You can’t wear anything else when you wear my hoodie,” Ren told him, brushing their lips together.
“What if I wear this and your orange shorts?” Aster asked, keeping their noses barely touching.
“Will you?”
“I don’t know,” Aster shrugged. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” Ren said, laughing at his own honesty. “You would look so much better in them.”
“What if we both go commando?” Aster suggested, grinning.
“Yeah? You first,” Ren said, tugging at the waistband.
Aster giggled, catching his lips in a deep kiss.