irl things

[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]

[ 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.