Is it still platonic if you sleep with your ex

(NOTE- plsss listen to olivia's 'bad idea right' while reading this you won't regret it) 

And with that, Raphael closed the gap between them. It was a soft kiss at first, his lips gently brushing against Elias', as if he were waiting for him to pull away. However, that didn't happen. Elias didn't pull away; he didn't reject the kiss. In fact, he let out a small noise of surprise—one that only spurred Raphael on further.

He pulled the blonde closer, his hand slipping back to grip the nape of his neck, angling his face to deepen the kiss. This wasn't the rough, passionate kind they used to share. It was gentle, like the soft sunlight on a cool spring day, yet somehow more intense than anything they had experienced before.

Raphael's eyes fluttered shut, his entire focus on the feel of Elias' lips—warm and soft against his own. The sensation was familiar yet one he had denied himself for years. He felt the heat rising in his chest as he pulled Elias even closer, one hand gripping his waist, the other still cradling the back of his neck. When Elias' hand came up to grip the front of his shirt, Raphael couldn't help but let out a quiet "hmph" from deep in his throat.

The position was slightly awkward, so Raphael wrapped an arm around Elias' waist, gently spinning him around and lifting him onto the marble countertop—all without breaking the kiss.

Elias gasped slightly as he was lifted with the same care he was being kissed. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't in the plan. But he just... couldn't bring himself to pull away. His arms moved to wrap around Raphael's neck instead.

A strange rush coursed through his veins, accompanied by an annoying voice in his head: What are you doing? Is this the best course of action right now? He's your ex. This isn't what you promised Louis—

But he ignored it. Instead, he focused on the way Raphael was kissing him—so gently, as if he were someone of utmost importance, someone he couldn't bear to hurt.

As if he was worshipping him. 

After what felt like an eternity, they finally parted, their faces flushed from exertion and... something else. Their lips remained close, connected by a thin strand of saliva.

Raphael gazed at Elias' slightly kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to steady his breathing. One of his hands was still gripping Elias' waist; the other came up to gently caress his cheek, his thumb tracing light circles against the skin. He let out a shaky exhale, his voice just above a whisper.

"You... you didn't pull away."

Elias could only nod, his heart hammering in his chest, warmth spreading through his body despite the freezing water dripping from his hair. "I... didn't."

Raphael inhaled deeply, another fear gripping his mind. He had to ask, even if it might ruin the moment.

"You're... you're not just doing this because I'm helping you in a moment of weakness and vulnerability, right?" He swallowed before continuing. "You didn't do this because you feel like you owe me something, did you?"

Elias stared at him, momentarily speechless. Then, he felt like laughing. And crying. And maybe smacking Raphael on the head. The idiot.

He wasn't usually the one to initiate things, but maybe stepping out of his element just this once wouldn't hurt. He tightened his arms around Raphael's neck, pulling him into a hug before whispering, "No, you—you absolute idiot."

His gauze-wrapped hands came up to Raphael's face, cupping it gently as he pulled back. This time, he leaned in, their warm breaths mingling. "...I—I missed you. So much."

Raphael felt a weight lift off his chest at those words. The tension in his shoulders eased as he let out a small scoff at being called an idiot. But that scoff quickly morphed into a soft, shaky exhale. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against Elias'. The words had a bigger effect on him than Elias probably realized, and he could feel tears welling in the corners of his eyes. With utmost care, he kissed Elias' hand, mindful of the injuries on his palm.

"I missed you too... more than you know."

A new kind of tension filled the air. Not the kind laced with uncertainty or regret, but one full of anticipation, with the slightest hint of anxiety. What are we?

The question was at the tip of both their tongues, yet neither dared to voice it. Not now.

But it would come.

There was an unspoken understanding in their eyes as silence stretched between them, their hands and actions speaking louder than words. Elias simply closed his eyes, and Raphael tightened his grip on his wrist.

Raphael's gaze drifted downward—from Elias' flushed face to the expanse of his neck, left bare by the oversized shirt. The contrast of the white fabric against his pale skin made him look even more delicate.

Oh, but Raphael was just a man to temptation.

The chemistry they once shared—the one that burned between them in the past—had returned. Yet, this felt different. It was still passionate, but it carried a tenderness, something fragile yet infinitely stronger at the same time.

He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along Elias' jawline and down his neck, feeling the other's shallow breaths and the way his hands trembled in his grip. When Elias' legs instinctively parted to accommodate him, Raphael lost the last of his restraint. He bit down—gently—on the sensitive skin of Elias' neck. "Have I ever told you how good you look in white, princess?"

A strangled moan, equal parts pain and pleasure, escaped Elias' lips. Yet, his eyes gleamed with mischief as he breathed out, "Why don't you... show me?"

Raphael continued his slow assault, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the slender column of Elias' throat. He felt Elias tilt his head forward and to the side, silently offering him more access.

"You're in no condition to be doing these kinds of things, baby," Raphael whispered between kisses.

Elias swallowed thickly, shivering at the depth of his voice. This was new. Yet familiar. He loved it. But he also loved pushing Raphael's buttons.

He tilted his head even further, baring more of his throat. His voice was breathier, lower when he taunted, "Admit it... you're just getting old. Next thing I know, you're drinking green tea and sleeping at nine p—"

Raphael groaned, his grip on Elias' wrists tightening.

He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just over Elias' pulse point as he muttered, "Careful, love. You're pushing my buttons. And trust me—you won't be able to sit for a week once I'm done with you."

Elias knew he shouldn't, but something about Raphael made his rationality disappear. He just...made him so good at making bad decisions. "Okay... Grandpa. I'm not the one who had a cardiac arrest a few weeks ago—"

Raphael didn't give him a chance to finish.

Oh, this little minx knew exactly what to say to get under his skin.

He inhaled deeply, trying to maintain his composure. Then, in a voice deeper and huskier than before, he murmured, "You're really testing your limits, aren't you, princess? Well... I'll show you who's the grandpa here, darling."

In one swift motion, he lifted Elias off the counter, effortlessly supporting his weight. He had half a mind to take him right there on the counter, but—no. Elias' ankle.

With careful precision, Raphael carried him to the bed, his touch gentle.

But the things he was about to do?

Anything but.