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thinking about newly dating kidlaw where law is tentative with physical affection at first but after the first few times kid loops an arm around him during movie nights or presses an embarrassed, too-hard kiss to his cheek before leaving for work, law deems it safe to get bold.
he starts craning up for a peck when kid drops his lunch off, stuffs a hand into kid’s back pocket to firmly grip his assets when he walks kid back home from work, even starts nuzzling him and brushing past him without any other word or acknowledgment— like a cat. on one night, two minutes into a lame action movie, law plops himself down into kid’s lap instead of the well-loved couch cushion next to him.
the sudden, violent weight makes kid jolt, landing a little too close to… precious things. he grabs for law, trying to shove him aside so he can reposition and ease his weight away with a “what the fuck,” but law simply fights back, twisting around to push him.
and they wrestle like that for a bit, nipping at each other and snarling and grunting without any real bite. a hand shoving at kid’s shoulder, elbow jabbing into law’s side, tumbling pillows, spilled popcorn. eventually they wind up lying down, law flat on kid’s chest.
“be careful,” kid grumbles lowly, narrowing his eyes at him. his mussed black hair and disheveled clothes are too attractive, but kid’s too appalled to say anything. “since when were you this fucking annoying?”
law simply levels him with an unimpressed yet overwhelmingly fond look. “when have we ever been careful with each other?”
and kid can’t help but bark out a laugh, smothering an exasperated grin into the crook of law’s neck as he roots him to his body by the waist.