[There is something so soft and indulgent about the moment. Lingering emotions that settle in the air not so dissimilar to the first night they had met. It lacks the heated charge of their suits entwining into something heavy like it was last week, but there is something more raw to this.
The genuine feelings that neither seem to want to say out loud settles over them less like shackles trying to weight them down but a blanket that encompasses something sweet. Something he isn't sure he can have but still finds himself called to.
Wriothesley moves to get up, but only to drag himself onto the bed and pull the other with him. There is the sounds of creaking and the groan of the frame that's already in shambles, but there is something enjoyable about being in a mass of sheets, pillows, clothes, and the boxer's hair as he curls up with the other.] Alright. I can't say no to you even if I wanted to.
no subject
The genuine feelings that neither seem to want to say out loud settles over them less like shackles trying to weight them down but a blanket that encompasses something sweet. Something he isn't sure he can have but still finds himself called to.
Wriothesley moves to get up, but only to drag himself onto the bed and pull the other with him. There is the sounds of creaking and the groan of the frame that's already in shambles, but there is something enjoyable about being in a mass of sheets, pillows, clothes, and the boxer's hair as he curls up with the other.] Alright. I can't say no to you even if I wanted to.