[ He knows exactly how much trust that asks for. Knows Wriothesley rarely sleeps over or when he does, it’s not fully restful. Which he gets. It reminds him a lot of Felix, actually. That constant sense of alertness, watchfulness, not letting his guard down, even in slumber.
It has his grin softening now, fondness warm in his amber gaze. Not offering up an argument to this unexpected arrangement, he just winds his arms around the other man and tugs him close, tangled up with him atop the bed. ]
Fine, but if you turn into a bed hog, I reserve the right to flop on you instead.
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It has his grin softening now, fondness warm in his amber gaze. Not offering up an argument to this unexpected arrangement, he just winds his arms around the other man and tugs him close, tangled up with him atop the bed. ]
Fine, but if you turn into a bed hog, I reserve the right to flop on you instead.