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Joel had been fumbling with his bow tie long enough for Eryk to sigh fondly and step in front of his frustrated roommate.
„Let me.“
Joel rolled his eyes. “If you insist. All that jazz for one evening…”, he groaned defeated, but held still while Eryk‘s hand moved with practiced ease. He tried to focus on the opposite wall over Eryk’s shoulder but failed miserably. Eryk’s face was so close, closer than they‘d ever been before, their bodies only inches apart. He could feel Eryk‘s warm breath on his face, smell the faint scent of the lavender oil the man used for his dark curls. Suddenly he felt like falling. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't tear his eyes off Eryk's face.

Oh. Oh, that ... feeling was new.

... shit.

My first post on Deviantart and I feel like it has to be these two. On the left you see Eryk, a tiefling who lost his horns and started as my DnD OC (life cleric). Joel, who has draconian blood flowing through his veins, belongs to my lovely friend Mikey and was written for a modern rp setting.

And somehow … these dorks became a thing in a completely new setting 🌝

Description
Joel had been fumbling with his bow tie long enough for Eryk to sigh fondly and step in front of his frustrated roommate.
„Let me.“
Joel rolled his eyes. “If you insist. All that jazz for one evening…”, he groaned defeated, but held still while Eryk‘s hand moved with practiced ease. He tried to focus on the opposite wall over Eryk’s shoulder but failed miserably. Eryk’s face was so close, closer than they‘d ever been before, their bodies only inches apart. He could feel Eryk‘s warm breath on his face, smell the faint scent of the lavender oil the man used for his dark curls. Suddenly he felt like falling. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't tear his eyes off Eryk's face.

Oh. Oh, that ... feeling was new.

... shit.

My first post on Deviantart and I feel like it has to be these two. On the left you see Eryk, a tiefling who lost his horns and started as my DnD OC (life cleric). Joel, who has draconian blood flowing through his veins, belongs to my lovely friend Mikey and was written for a modern rp setting.

And somehow … these dorks became a thing in a completely new setting 🌝