baking with your political (darling) 'rival'

Milo always woke up earlier than usual when he was with Vince. There was a strong compulsion to check on him, make sure he was breathing soundly and safely. These days, his heartbeat sped up a bit before he confirmed that, a quiet anxiety stuck in his chest. He exhaled after doing his regular ritual, then flopped back on his bed's fluffy pillows again. Although that had made sure he'd remain more awake, he never left before Vince woke, either.

Yesterday had been busy. Vince had given his first political rally, or something like that, among other things. Milo had both witnessed it and attempted some damage control. All in all, the usual, but definitely active. At the end of the day they'd both been exhausted, barely making effort towards any bickering, and had gone to crash at Milo's dorm room rather than go out of their way to go home. They'd gotten off most of their clothes, snuggled a bit, and passed right out.

He had a feeling that series of events would be happening a lot this month, and he was glad he had proper food and clothes stuffed away for Vince here. Milo wasn't entirely certain if Vince would go for the extra toothbrush or just steal his. If they were showering, he hoped Vince wouldn't dislike the strawberry shampoo.

Milo settled further into his nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. His fiance was so cute. He wondered if he could get away with taking a picture of him all curled up in his bed (because that was a delight) and maybe, very quietly making it his phone background or something. Nobody had to know. He did so as sneakily as possible, then squished his cheeks, because wow. He was so cute. So cute!

Milo nuzzled Vince back immediately, tugging him closer and holding, peppering the top of his head, then his face, with kisses- about as vaguely flushed as he usually was when presented with his fiance doing pretty much anything. "Morning, angel. Sleep okay? Need any more time, or are you good? There was definitely a lot of screaming and energy the other day, and I'm sure that'll eventually be continuing now that you've woken up, but take your time."

The strawberry blond stretched out his long limbs, yawning and blinking grogginess away. He sat up a little, reaching out to pet a rat sitting on the bookshelves (right next to the worn volumes of shoujo manga, guilty pleasure) on the wall near his bed. Then, he snagged a cup of water from the same shelf to offer Vince. It was in a little cat mug, which Milo was perhaps too endeared by having Vince use when he visited. It was precious. He couldn't help it.

Milo's room was all soft, cute, rats, and pink with a side of hoarded art supplies and out of place looking criminology textbooks. It couldn't have been a more blatant contrast to Nilesy's room, Dark Arts major central. The only thing that they shared were absolutely stuffed closets, Milo's possibly being even worse since adding some Vince clothes.

Milo tangled his legs with Vince's a bit. "Do you want to shower first, or have breakfast? What's the schedule?"

Oh. Were they…? Oh, okay, well. Milo let out a shuddering sigh, reaching up to cup Vince's face and pull him a little closer, faint sweetness radiating--

Or not. Milo blushed in irritation and shook his head, then rolling his eyes. He muttered a few extremely snippy comments under his breath, then sat back up. "Do those plans include things like breakfast and bathing?" he asked again, an eyebrow raised.

He pulled his blankets closer to him for a moment, then scooted off the bed and stood as well. He checked the messages on his phone, many frantic and about his fiance's antics. "Seems like you made a good impression…" he noted. "Hey, where'd you get those corpses, anyway? And how do you sneak this shit in so easily? I'm not gonna tell on you, I've just been curious for like, months."

Milo perked up a bit when he glanced up from his phone and saw what Vince had taken out from the closet. He tapped his phone on his lips, smile growing. He had a lot more to look through, like emails and his own schedule, but he couldn't help but simply take a moment to watch Vince being his lovable and snippy self. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, face open, when his darling couldn't resist the chance to tell him more. Don't worry, honey, I still think you're very witty. That, and a nerd.

"…Of course. Should've known. I'll keep that in mind," he said, amused. "Got it, and just checking. You aren't really the murder type, I remember that." He hummed. "I'd give you some of mine, but unfortunately, their identities would usually be way too noticeable, and it's rare they're anywhere near in one piece. Lucky, though not surprising, that this city has a corpse dumpster."

He cupped Vince's face and leaned down to welcome these tiny kisses. He blinked for a moment at the poke and words to go along with it, then, reached out and tugged Vince back. He snagged one arm around and under Vince, then lifted him up in a quick motion, placed so he could more comfortably support himself by curling his legs around Milo's waist. He gave Vince a brief, heated kiss (because he wanted to, and was owed that much, for fuck's sake) before eyeing him, familiar stubborn expression already here.

"I've been spending like, half my damn election time speed making excess amounts of baked goods, I even have a culinary classroom that people know not to screw with put aside for these purposes, and extra stuff set up there- the real good ingredients and cookie cutters." He kissed Vince's nose to mirror the poke he'd been given before. "I said I'd help you, why don't you let me help you? It'll be quicker and less energy sapping that way, energy you need for menace activities, and since it wouldn't take as much time like that-- you can actually be fed breakfast. You need to eat, y'know."

Milo backed Vince into his desk, dipping down to kiss at his neck and collarbones, unbuttoning the top of his jacket for more access. "Yes. No-- well, maybe. I will be showering, and that's already half your fault, along with my just wanting to be clean. I don't really want to get pancake syrup on me, though." He grazed teeth and tongue on warm skin.

His hands drifted to feel Vince up a bit. "Got it. I promise to flip my morality switch off for the morning, happy? A little break from