**I've had this drabble done since forever and I just now remembered to upload it and I feel bad for not uploading things as often as I want to and it makes me sad. **
His head rested comfortably in his boyfriend's lap, his long legs stretched across the warm grass, relaxing in a makeshift bed of intimacy.
He dared to roll his head over, just to press his cheekbone into the tightened muscle of the other's thigh, receiving barely a jump in response. A smile crossed his face as a gloved had delicately stroked muddy strands from his face.
The feeling of joy made him feel lightheaded. He wanted to float away, almost, with how his chest went fuzzy and his head felt weightless.
"Waluigi? Can we eat out tonight? I don't feel like cooking."
"Whatever you desire, Luigi."
Having heard his own name made his ears burn. Luigi spoke with such a sweet tone, almost enough to give him a sugar rush. He'd always treasured it, really, but he never got to enjoy it like he did at the moment.
Then again, saying Luigi's name was an event in itself. Sure, it was just three syllables, but they were three syllables that made his tongue tingle. It was a nasty taste whenever he used to spit his name in disgust, but it came to be a much better flavor once he began merely saying it.
"What's that grin for? Are you planning something?"
The playful question made Waluigi chuckle as he sat up, "No, not planning anything at all."
"Yes you are."
"Nuh uh."
The lanky male turned himself around, crawling closer to the shorter with a smirk.
"Are too, you have that face."
"Of course I have that face. I kinda need one to be a human."
Luigi scoffed, "You know what I meant."
"Yes, I did." Waluigi pulled him closer, long fingers gently wrapping around the delicate fat on Luigi's upper arms.
Blue irises looked downward, light olive cheeks gained a dusting of rose. A normal reaction of Luigi's whenever he was brought close. It made Waluigi's arms almost numb.
Hence why, when Luigi was as close as could be, he pushed his head up with his finger, getting antsy as he saw the sunlight hit his face, highlighting his attractive features.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Waluigi leaned forward, for a kiss that would never fully express how much he loved the Italian that sat with him.