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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[fluorite]

[ That squeeze is so comforting, so warm that Yuui practically melts back against Yael, relaxing against his chest. ]

Take responsibility for turning me into one. It's all your fault.

[weaseled]

[It is warm and comforting, isn't it? Yael can't remember the last time he took so much pleasure in being around another person. A terrifying thought occurs to him — I could get used to this — but he chases it away. Too comfortable and content, he doesn't have it in him to fret over anything right now.]

Take responsibility? What's that even mean? I just spent all night treating you like a king.

[fluorite]

I wasn't aware kings get told to bend over so often...

[ He laughs softly, pleasantly, as he closes his eyes. A silence lulls between them, one that Yuui isn't too terribly eager to break. It's nice.

Too nice. ]

Do you think we got it out of our systems? Or will we always jump on each other when we meet up?

[ Assuming they'll meet up more, that is. He wants to, at least. ]

[weaseled]

[He's pretty sure they'll be meeting up more often from now on. What he isn't so sure of is how frequently they'll be having sex. Yael considers it with a hum.]

You tell me. I'm flexible.

[Does he need to curb his appetite around Yuui?]

[fluorite]

You sure are~

[ Heh. Hehehehehe. ]

Whatever you want to do, just know I'll match you.

[ He sincerely means it—Yuui can have as much or as little sex as Yael likes. His own drive is relatively high, but he's never struggled to balance himself with a partner. ]

[weaseled]

Geez...

[Yael clicks his tongue. Tsk tsk.]

In other words, you're just as bad as I am. What a horndog.

[fluorite]

What part of saying I'd match you insinuates that?

[ Every part. But look, he's trying to pretend to have some sense of modesty, or whatever it's called. ]

[weaseled]

Every part of it, you doofus.

[Yael snickers, heaving a yawn and settling against the cushions. His breathing's already begun to even out.]

Go to sleep already. Don't let me keep you up all night.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui twists and turns around until he's face-to-face with Yael. ]

Don't order me to go to sleep. Now you've got me tempted to play loud music.

[ Especially as Yael seems to be drifting off. He leans forward and kisses the tip of his nose before settling with his head on Yael's chest. ]

[weaseled]

[Ugh, NO, why is his pillow moving? Yael grumbles and fusses, but that kiss succeeds in charming a small smile out of him. He returns it, dropping a kiss on a bare patch of Yuui's forehead.]

Don't you dare. I'll kick you out of your own apartment.

[fluorite]

And I would break right in during the middle of the night. Don't think I haven't done it before.

[ He nuzzles against Yael's chest, squeezing his middle tight. ]

[weaseled]

I believe you. You'd climb right up the wall and sneak in through the window.

[Haha. Imagine a world in which Yuui would do such a thing. Imagine a world in which he had no shortage of wall-climbing skill. Ruffling his hair, Yael sets his chin atop his head.]

[fluorite]

[ HOW DARE YOU ]

Of course I would. I'd smash the window in and pounce right on top of you.

[ He sneaks a hand up underneath the hem of Yael's shirt just so he can feel the soft skin of his back. Mmm, delightful... ]

[weaseled]

[His skin is surprisingly soft despite the myriad scars. He feels so appreciated, so... liked. Love's a no-no word at this point, but the last time Yael felt this good, it was because the hands of someone he loved were working over his skin.]

Having fun?

[fluorite]

Of course I am.

[ The pads of his fingers slowly trace one of the larger scars on his lower back. While he'd like to know the origin of each and every single one, he knows that keeping those questions to himself is the right thing to do. At least for now. ]

You're so soft for a big, muscular man like yourself.

[ Despite the scars and old injuries. ]

[weaseled]

Soft? What's that mean?

[Oh, but Yael isn't debating him, just asking out of pure curiosity. Does he mean soft in a purely literal sense?]

[fluorite]

You feel nice underneath my hands. You're warm.

[ He lays his palm flat on Yael's back. ]

You're laying here with me, letting me squeeze you, instead of leaving and going back home.

[weaseled]

[...Ah. So that's what he means. Yael snorts, a smile smile crawling across his lips.]

Don't make me change my mind.

[As if he would. Another low, shuddering yawn.]

[fluorite]

[ That yawn is contagious enough that Yuui can't help but yawn against Yael's chest, his fingernails lightly scraping along his back and hopefully avoiding whatever scratches Yuui might have left there earlier that night. ]

As if you would. [ He laughs softly, a soft puff of air. ] Good night.

[weaseled]

[He watches Yuui's face for a time after he closes his eyes. Studies the way his expression evens out into something perfectly neutral, admires every soft curve and bony jut that makes up that beautiful face. When Yael finally relents to close his eyes and join him in sleep, it's with a thin, soft smile on his lips.]

Night.