A/N: Sorry to keep you waiti- wait, no.
(insert long tiresome rant here)
tl;dr: I'm a faggot have some birds
Dimmy Start!
What seemed to be a shadow crept through the halls, pausing every so often to listen for the telltale footsteps of someone following. As always, the dark figure heard nothing and continued on, stopping at a certain door. He glanced around then rotated the knob slowly, creeping into the room.
"Pittoo?"
At this, the dark angel smiles. "Yeah, who else?" He gives a husky chuckle and walks up to his twin, wrapping his arms around him. Pit returns the gesture without flinching, running a hand down one of his friend's soft, raven-coloured wings.
"Ahh..." Tip shivered, tightening his grip for a moment. "You little tease!" he hissed, burying his face into his lighter twin's shoulder. He drags his tongue across Pit's neck roughly, making him let out a surprised grunt. "Remember? Anything you can do, I can do better..."
"Why don't we see about that?" Pit asked, grinning devilishly. He pressed his lips to Tip's aggressively, reaching a hand up to unclasp his friend's toga.
"How're we gonna do it this time, hmm?" Tip questioned, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.
"I... I dunno. But I was wondering if we could... um..."
"If we could what?"
Pit shook his head, his cheeks flushing red. "I thought of something that..." He bit his lip, but can't quite explain what he has in mind. "How about I show you? It won't hurt or anything."
"Fine," the dark twin replied, putting a hand on Pit's belt. "Just don't try anything too funny."
Pit snickers, unclasping his friend's toga and letting it slip to the ground.
((Dimmy: Aaaaand that's how far it got. Usually I go through 5-10 drafts before finding an idea I'm slightly interested in.))