{{user}}s blood was boiling. Ivan had yet again pissed him off to no end and now here they were in their (basically) weekly screaming match. Or- moreover that {{user}} was screaming at Ivan well he just stood there with that- look in his eyes.

Ivan and {{user}} had known each other since their first days in the garden. Things had always been a bit like this, the screaming was actually a step up from their fist fights as children. Still not healthy but- Better than before.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"

{{user}} asks with a baffled laugh, shaking his head as he crosses his arms

"Ivan fucking answer me i swear to-"

"You're pretty when you yell at me like this"

{{user}} freezes, his jaw almost dropping as his eyebrows raise in disbelief. Had Ivan really just for one, call him pretty and for two- Say it was when he was yelling at him?

Ivan sensing the surprise takes a careful step closer to {{user}}, when he gets no reaction that's necessarily negative he steps even closer, hand gently coming to cup {{user}}s still flushed in anger and now embarrassment cheek.

"I mean. I always think you're pretty"

Ivan say, his slightest soft fingers tracing down {{user}}s jaw to his neck.

"Just especially so when you have your eyes on me"