Valencia they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be

"We could but should we?" He whispered.

Ohhh it would be so easy just to kiss him in response, but this was one cliff he wasn’t going to push Matti off of. Oh no, he would jump, but it would be entirely by choice.

"You know the answer to that."

Just a little bit handsy still, but not escalating.

"We could find another nice roof later?" He suggested, sort of a compromise.

"Awww, Matti wants to wait?"

Pouting tone, to be the worst best boyfriend.

"Matti won't be able to enjoy you properly in a too open space."

Little smirk.

God, what an unfairly convincing way to turn this over on him. Jasper groaned a little. Enjoy him.

"Compromise. You kiss me here for like... two minutes, then we go find food an youuuu... show me water sportsmanship again as the sun comes up." Hehehe.

"Sportsmanship!" He laughed. "Is that how we call it now?"

"I'm just trying to make you more comfortable," Jasper grinned in the dark.

And then he kissed him. Because he was not getting up without at least a small round of sheer affection.

Matti could give a medium or even large round of affection, priorizing cute kisses all over Jasper's face rather than deep, escalating ones.

Love over passion this time, even if both were usually intertwined.

They could do this for a while, Jasper mostly out of sheer stubbornness even though he wasn't exactly getting what he wanted. But if the choice was this or nothing? The answer was this every single time. It was so funny, and Matti had a nice mouth no matter where he put it.

But after a while Jasper sighed and laughed and ruffled up blonde hair. "Guess we can get off the ground."

Still quiet out here, but he didn't want to waste their chance to find a quiet meal.

They could, so he would get up and offer a hand.

Matti lowkey craved pancakes right now but it would likely not be on the menu.

"Maybe quarter sandwiches in the trash?" He commented, trying not to look underwhelmed.