[He's all soft comfort now, at least for the moment. Probably in another few he'll turn back around and be wicked again, but for the moment he can be sweet, his hand coming up to rub gentle circles between Fugo's shoulderblades. He leans his cheek against Fugo's temple, then buries his nose in his hair. It smells good, like dust and ink and the ocean. For all his spikiness, Fugo feels good in his arms.]
So don't go anywhere else. Stay with me. Your work can wait a little while. Long enough for you to kiss me another hundred times.
[Maybe two hundred. Or maybe they can just stay like this, with his eyes closed and his nose buried in Fugo's hair, so comfortable and so safe. He hums again, and it's nearly a purr. So happy.]
I want you here with me. So stay. This mistake is . . . approved. Rubber stamped. I'm your boss, so it's fine.
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[He's all soft comfort now, at least for the moment. Probably in another few he'll turn back around and be wicked again, but for the moment he can be sweet, his hand coming up to rub gentle circles between Fugo's shoulderblades. He leans his cheek against Fugo's temple, then buries his nose in his hair. It smells good, like dust and ink and the ocean. For all his spikiness, Fugo feels good in his arms.]
So don't go anywhere else. Stay with me. Your work can wait a little while. Long enough for you to kiss me another hundred times.
[Maybe two hundred. Or maybe they can just stay like this, with his eyes closed and his nose buried in Fugo's hair, so comfortable and so safe. He hums again, and it's nearly a purr. So happy.]
I want you here with me. So stay. This mistake is . . . approved. Rubber stamped. I'm your boss, so it's fine.