THIRD PERSON POV, BE WHOEVER YOU WANT!

Grian sat on top of an AC unit, carefully bandaging the scrapes on HotGuy's face.

"You have 𝘨𝘰𝘵 to stop getting so beat up," CuteGuy says. "I'm going to end up running out of band-aids when you need them most."

CuteGuy wasn't mad in the slightest that HotGuy kept getting all these cuts and scrapes. He was more worried than anything. It seemed that every patrol he was getting a new cut or bruise that CuteGuy had to patch up for him. He didn't mind, of course. It gave him a reason to be close to HotGuy, to touch his face, to care for him.

"Try and be more careful?" CuteGuy asks, knowing full well that it will probably never happen. His hand lingered on a bandage on HotGuy's cheek before slowly drawing back.

"I'll try," HotGuy says, sounding none too convincing.

CuteGuy stares off into the city. From the rooftop that they were on they could see the entirety of the city stretch out on all around them. The ever-glowing lights of the city glowed hundreds of feet beneath them and few cars populated the nearly empty streets. But up on their rooftop, it was dark, quiet, and most importantly, it was just the two of them.

"The view really is gorgeous up here," CuteGuy says, turning his gaze back to HotGuy.

Without taking his eyes off of CuteGuy, or even glancing around at their surroundings HotGuy replies "The most beautiful thing I could ever lay eyes on."

CuteGuy uses every bit of willpower he has to not start profusely blushing. Of course, HotGuy was just talking about the view of the city, not him. Probably. But he hadn't even bothered to look anywhere but him. Those gorgeous green eyes of his had never looked as content as they did now, just staring at him, nowhere else. And the way that he was smiling at him was so...soft like he really hadn't seen anything more beautiful than him.

While CuteGuy had been overanalyzing HotGuy's features, HotGuy had slowly been inching his face closer to CuteGuy's. It wasn't until HotGuy's hair brushed against CuteGuy's forehead that he noticed just how little the distance between them was.

"You're quite close there," CuteGuy whispers, his voice having almost completely failed him.

"Is that a problem?" HotGuy asks, leaning in closer still.

"Not a bit."

HotGuy's lips brush against CuteGuy's briefly but stop as HotGuy waits to see if CuteGuy wants to pull away. CuteGuy, of course, has no intention of stopping him. Several year-like seconds tick by before HotGuy leans the rest of the way in and kisses CuteGuy.

The kiss is a soft, gentle peck that steals every last breath away from CuteGuy. HotGuy pulls away with a soft blush tinting his cheeks. Before he can say anything, CuteGuy grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. HotGuy is caught off guard for a moment before returning the kiss, his fingers entangling themselves in CuteGuy's hair.

The second kiss started the exact same as the first had been, slow and gentle. HotGuy gently pushes CuteGuy up against the wall behind him, minding his wings, then ever so slightly deepens the kiss. It's still slow but there's more passion present now. More need. A need for the other.

HotGuy eventually pulls away, his dusting of blush having grown a few shades deeper than previously. His hand moves from CuteGuy's hair down to gently cup his cheek.

"You really are the best view up here."