Anti lay in the bed next to Dark, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. They were trying to cuddle, but in all honesty they really didn't know how to. Dark just wasn't used to affection, at all. The most he got was getting a unimpressed "hmm" from his parents when he'd tell them he loved them. Anti, however, had no affection growing up.
          See, Anti didn't live a good life. From the ages 10 to about 17, he was used as an experiment for his father's sick games. The most he'd get as a sign of somewhat care was a day off of the torture. But Anti knew it was merely because his father didn't want to destroy his creation. This was why Anti couldn't stand the scent of cleaning alcohol, for that was what his father's lab always smelled like.
          So Anti lay there awkwardly with Dark, unsure of what to do. He was nervous to do something wrong, not wanting to upset Dark or something of the sort. He glanced over to his very attractive boyfriend, hesitantly scooting a bit closer to him. He quickly looked away, feeling Dark's eyes on him. He didn't know if he was just nervous or was becoming flustered at this point, probably a bit of both if we're being honest here. After a moment, Anti felt Dark shift in the bed. He wrapped his arm behind Anti's waist, pulling him over. Anti instantly blushed, tensing slightly as he looked up at Dark. He could see that Dark's face was slightly darkened due to his black blush, him looking back down at Anti. He flashed a small, loving smile. Anti returned the smile, thinking of what to do next. He hesitantly turned onto his side, wrapping an arm around Dark and resting his head on his chest. Dark grinned happily, pressing his lips against Anti's head softly.

(Somewhat rushed lol)