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Grian studied the man in front of him. Evidently, it was Tango, with the flaming hair and all. Still, Tango carried the voice and soul of Mumbo, and it shook him to the core.
'I thought we were gonna lock eyes,' Tango said, disappointedly, apparently having foreseen a whole scenario beforehand. 'And then maybe cuddle a bit.'
His voice sounded just like Mumbo, yet he couldn't grasp the fact that it was really him.
Grian took a step backwards, 'It's not you- it's not you!' He remarked, voice trembling with uncertainty. Tango must've noticed his wariness, as he took a step closer to Grian.
'What makes you think that?' Tango asked, treading carefully towards the other. Grian, without noticing he'd taken another step, now had his back against the wall.
The question made Grian laugh. 'I don't know, maybe the fact that I see Tango in front of me?'
'But I sound like him, don't I?' His voice pitched in the middle of the sentence, like how it does sometimes.
Grian didn't know what to say to that, because yes, he sounded exactly like Mumbo. But grian wanted more than that, he wanted the whole mumbo, his mumbo. Not just his voice.
Tango's expression changed into something like curiosity and Grian's heart ached, since the expression looked awfully similar to Mumbo’s when he got an idea.
He took a step closer, the proximity of them made his eyes drift to the other's. Though, Grian quickly looked away when he was met with the red irises of Tango, not Mumbo's brown ones.
'Close your eyes for me.' Tango said softly, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
Grian nearly didn't manage to keep himself from laughing again, because why would Tango suggest that? It was already dark enough in this cave.
'Why would I do that?' He asked, obviously confused by the dumb request. Tango looked at him desperately, the same desperation Mumbo's eyes used to carry when he wanted him. And that's when he realized.
Oh.
'Oh.'
Grian's heart fluttered by the idea. Tango's hand slowly reached up and cradled Grian's cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
Now, he could make himself believe it was Mumbo cradling his face. Mumbo's fingers that reached into his hair. Mumbo's lips that closed the gap between their mouths.
Mumbo's lips was warmer than he remembered, however he was to busy reciprocating Mumbo's kiss to think any more of it. He had missed this sensation, their lips pressed against each other's. He had actually missed all of Mumbo. His absence in Past Life was extremely noticeable, and the fact he got to have him right now made his skin tingle with warmth.
Grian felt Mumbo's hands gently burying themselves in his hair, pushing lightly to get better access in his mouth. His heart skipped a beat when Mumbo's tongue entered his mouth and he couldn't stop himself from making a quiet noise.
Mumbo pulled away unexpectedly, and Grian groaned in disappointment. It was just about to get good!
'Are- are you alright?' Mumbo asked, almost out of breath. Grian snorted, he would've rolled his eyes if they weren't closed. 'I'm sorry- I didn't mean for it to be so sudden! I should've asked you first-'
'Mumbo,' Grian started, putting a hand on the others chest. He was glad to discover Mumbo's heart was beating as fast as his. 'Did you really think I would say no to this?'
Apparently, Mumbo had to ponder about that question for longer than he anticipated, and Grian was getting tired of waiting. He gripped Mumbo's collar and pressed their lips together once more. Grian thanked the watchers that he didn't miss his mouth, what with his eyes still closed.
Mumbo, seemingly surprised with the kiss, accidentally pinned Grian to the cold, hard wall. Grian couldn't be more pleased with himself and wrapped his hands around Mumbo's neck to get him even closer.
They continued on where they'd left off; mouths open, tongues dancing around each other. Mumbo's tongue moved in the same pattern it'd done a dozens times before, reassuring Grian that it was really him.
Grian tangled his fingers into the other's hair, the texture was unfamiliar, but he managed to imagine Mumbo's soft, black hair in his hands.
Mumbo's lips left his mouth again and Grian was ready to remind him that he wanted this. 'Mumbo-', before he could continue, his voice hitched in his throat as Mumbo's lips traced down his neck.
A soft whimper escaped Grian's mouth as Mumbo sucked on his neck, gently biting down on his skin. The thought of Mumbo leaving a mark on him made his ears flush with warmth.
He also wanted a reminder that Mumbo really was here, with him. Soon enough, all of this would be gone. Mumbo would have to leave, and Tango would be back in his own body. Would Tango remember this? The idea unsettled Grian, and he made a promise to himself to keep a distance from Tango in the upcoming days.
A shiver spread across his spine as he felt Mumbo's warm breath against his ear.
'How fast did you realize it was me?' He whispered, apparently curious. Grian was relived it was still Mumbo's voice that spoke, not Tango's.
Mumbo resumed his work on the others neck, biting down occasionally.
Even though Grian knew the answer right away, he couldn't bring himself to say anything, as the only thing that left his mouth was small whines of pleasure.
Honestly, it annoyed him to bits.
Grian squeezed his eyes harder. He managed to mutter out a response, quieter than a whisper.
When Mumbo abandoned his neck once again, Grian let out an audible groan of frustration. 'Sorry, what did you say?' He asked teasingly, brushing his thumb across Grian's lip. The touch made him squirm.
'I swear I'll open my eyes if you keep on doing that.' Grian exasperated. A chuckled escaped Mumbo's mouth, and it only made him more infuriated with the other. 'Right, you asked for it!'
As he was opening his eyes, a hand quickly covered half of his face, pressing down tightly. Mumbo breathed out silently, 'No… Keep them closed for me. Please?’ He sounded almost like he was… desperate?
The warmth from Mumbo's hand against his eyes almost compared to the warmth in Grian's cheeks. Grian breathed hard, his shoulders tensing. 'Why?’
'I just-‘ a soft sigh escaped Mumbo's mouth, ‘I don't like the thought of you kissing someone that’s not me.’ He murmured, sounding almost ashamed.
A smile forced itself onto Grian’s face. ‘Jealous much?’ He teased, finally his turn.
Grian could imagine the expression on his face, eyes wide, avoiding his own - even though they were covered, lips pressed in a thin line, making his mustache scrunch. It made him snicker. ‘I’m just messing with you, Mumbo.’ He assured him.
The taller cupped Grian’s face with both hands, trusting that he kept his eyes shut. Mumbo pressed a soft, short kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, Grian hopefully assumed he was admiring him, hence the long silence.
Finally, he spoke; ‘You look like a mess.’ He stated, clearly enjoying the view in front of him.
‘And whose fault is that?’ Grian remarked, smiling. Mumbo groaned playfully before pulling him into another kiss, this time more passionate.
Hands find themselves curling around Grian’s waist, slowly moving to his hips. They grip him tightly to push him up against the wall, so that Mumbo could get his knee in between Grian’s legs.
A moan escaped the shorter one’s mouth by the action, giving room for Mumbo’s tongue. The kiss deepened, and Grian felt Mumbo’s hands all over him.
‘Tango!’ A voice called out from above. They parted from the kiss, both gasping for air. ‘Where are you and Grian? We’re about to end for today!’
Was that Impulse? He tried to listen closer, however, he heard nothing, not even the slightest sound of air escaping Mumbo’s mouth.
Grian’s eyes shot open, and he was met with nothing but darkness around him. He sighed and leaned against the cobblestone wall, a cold shiver spread across his back.
Mumbo was gone.