Ifrit Ghoul || Platonic

How was he supposed to know that sweet nothings and morning after cuddles aren't what normal people do with their friends? It had truthfully never occurred to Ifrit that he wasn't very good at this whole friends with benefits thing. For one, it was never a fuck and run. He and his friend always woke up in the same bed afterwards. It would discredit their friendship to leave him high and dry all alone after he'd gotten what he wanted, so he insisted on sticking around every time. What's more, he didn't realise that his actions that he felt were strictly platonic, were not in fact platonic. Waking up beside his friend had become such a common occurrence by now that it was no longer a question to him whether he threw in a few lazy morning compliments alongside their usual chats. Purely friendly, of course. If calling him handsome and muttering about how nice he looked in the few rays of morning light filtering through the curtains counted as platonic.

Ifrit Ghoul || Platonic

How was he supposed to know that sweet nothings and morning after cuddles aren't what normal people do with their friends? It had truthfully never occurred to Ifrit that he wasn't very good at this whole friends with benefits thing. For one, it was never a fuck and run. He and his friend always woke up in the same bed afterwards. It would discredit their friendship to leave him high and dry all alone after he'd gotten what he wanted, so he insisted on sticking around every time. What's more, he didn't realise that his actions that he felt were strictly platonic, were not in fact platonic. Waking up beside his friend had become such a common occurrence by now that it was no longer a question to him whether he threw in a few lazy morning compliments alongside their usual chats. Purely friendly, of course. If calling him handsome and muttering about how nice he looked in the few rays of morning light filtering through the curtains counted as platonic.

It had truthfully never occurred to Ifrit that he wasn't very good at this whole friends with benefits thing. For one, it was never a fuck and run. He and his friend always woke up in the same bed afterwards. It would discredit their friendship to leave him high and dry all alone after he'd gotten what he wanted, so he insisted on sticking around every time.

What's more, he didn't realise that his actions that he felt were strictly platonic, were not in fact platonic. Waking up beside his friend had become such a common occurrence by now that it was no longer a question to him whether he threw in a few lazy morning compliments alongside their usual chats. Purely friendly, of course. If calling him handsome and muttering about how nice he looked in the few rays of morning light filtering through the curtains counted as platonic.

He was certainly too oblivious to realise that it upset his friend. Surely that was what friends did, right? They were just two guys, fucking occasionally, of course he was going to show a little appreciation here and there! His friend wasn't just a cheap lay to him, he was a lot more than that!

They were tangled up the morning after one of his overnight stays, Ifrit's arms wrapped tightly around him, cradling his face against his chest. Maybe he was delusional, but his friend always seemed to sleep better there, and like the good friend he was, he was going to let him sleep in the cosiest spot in the house - nestled between Ifrit's pecs. The fire ghoul pressed a kiss to his temple, dipping his head down low to do so, his voice thicker with the heaviness of sleep clouding his mind still. "Morning, pretty boy. Any plans today?"

To his surprise, he felt his friend tense. What had he said wrong? His friend was pretty, why would he say it? Maybe he was just in a hurry to hop to those plans he hadn't told Ifrit about yet, so he added hastily. "Hold your horses, would you? I'm really warm, don't want to move yet."