[Smooth locks of hair are as comforting as any pillow, the scent of the man indiscernible from his well-kept abode. Warmth melts from the crown of Takasugi's head, falling like a blanket over his body.
Comfort, too pure in form for him to recognize.
He works his jaw against it, tensing and releasing before biting cheek. To rouse himself from a saccharine dream that isn't his own, so distant it leaves him unbalanced.
Literally so, scooped up easily by Solomon's whim. A gesture he doesn't notice until his eye drifts open that he's not pressed into a bed, warmth nestled into warmth unmoving until dawn light interrupts their rest.
He doesn't protest, he doesn't shift at all, but for his head lulling into the crook of Solomon's neck.
Once they reach the bed, however, he's loathe to disconnect. One arm will remain hooked around the other's shoulders, obstinate despite any discomfort the odd position causes.]
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Comfort, too pure in form for him to recognize.
He works his jaw against it, tensing and releasing before biting cheek. To rouse himself from a saccharine dream that isn't his own, so distant it leaves him unbalanced.
Literally so, scooped up easily by Solomon's whim. A gesture he doesn't notice until his eye drifts open that he's not pressed into a bed, warmth nestled into warmth unmoving until dawn light interrupts their rest.
He doesn't protest, he doesn't shift at all, but for his head lulling into the crook of Solomon's neck.
Once they reach the bed, however, he's loathe to disconnect. One arm will remain hooked around the other's shoulders, obstinate despite any discomfort the odd position causes.]