Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

[tireurdelite]

"Is it recording...? This is Alcryst. I'm sorry for not being able to answer your call right now, but I'll get back to you as soon as possible. ...So what button do I pr-"

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[tireurdelite]

[Thankfully Alcryst is not the kind of person who would confuse shampoo for hair dye or hair removal cream. Fogado's beautiful locks go unharmed.

Alcryst returns in his plain pajamas, carrying a pair of sweatpants he'd bought here while talking to a very friendly, slightly pushy salesperson.] Here, this is the best I could find.

[brightsandstorm]

[Fogado takes them and holds them up briefly; they certainly look big and stretchy enough that the height difference won't be a big deal.]

They look comfy! Thanks.

[He slips off the towel and dresses. Sure enough, they fit, even if they're slightly more snug on him than they would be for Alcryst.]

So, uh... Is your bed big enough for two? If not, I can crash on the couch.

[tireurdelite]

[Doesn't look while the towel is off, even though it's Very Tempting.]

I would never make you take the couch - I'd offer to take it myself, but I know you would just insist.

[That's simply the kind of person Fogado is.]

So... we can share a bed, if that's alright.

[brightsandstorm]

[He really wouldn't have been self-conscious if Alcryst did look, but the politeness is sweet.]

I dunno, I'm told I'm a horrible snorer... [Then he nudges him in the ribs slightly.] Nah, I'm just kidding, that works just fine. Lead the way.

[tireurdelite]

I could live with that.

[Fogado's too perfect, it wouldn't even surprise him if he snored or something similarly innocuous.

He leads Fogado to a plain bedroom, furnished with a writing desk and a bookcase. The bed is just big enough for the two of them to lie down, and Alcryst pulls the covers back and settles down on one side, leaving as much room as he can for Fogado.]

[brightsandstorm]

[Fogado takes a quick look around (he's a little nosy, okay), before climbing into into bed with him. It's a snug fit, so he's trying his best not to sprawl out too much and take over.]

It's comfy. I could get used to this. [He pulls the covers over them both, and shifts onto his side, his chin propped on his hand.]

You're welcome to stay at my place whenever you like, too. It stays pretty hot at night, though, fair warning.

[Then again, if Alcryst survived Solm, maybe he can handle it.]

[tireurdelite]

That might be a little much - you're already warm.

[This close, he can feel Fogado's body heat, and it makes him feel warmer than the covers do.

He survived Solm, but he also wasn't cuddling anyone at the time.]

[brightsandstorm]

[Too bad he hasn't quite heard of or figured out a modern convenience called air conditioning, yet. He smiles.]

I'm too hot to handle, huh? I see how it is. Though you, uh-- handled me pretty well, tonight.

[tireurdelite]

Fogado!

[His face is burning up again with embarrassment, and he hides it in Fogado's shoulder.]

Do you have to say it like that...

[brightsandstorm]

Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it.

[He kisses the top of Alcryst's head by way of apology, and wraps an arm around him.]

[tireurdelite]

I've never done that with anyone else before. [Mumbled into Fogado's shoulder as he hugs him in return.] I'm surprised I was even competent at it.

[brightsandstorm]

Maybe it's because archers are good with their hands?

[Whoops, he's probably going to embarrass him all over again.] --Sorry again. I should really get a filter.

[tireurdelite]

I'll get used to it somehow. I hope.

[Assuming that Fogado wants to have sex with him again, which is a big assumption...]

[brightsandstorm]

Even if you do, I shouldn't tease too much. It's not like I'm waaay more experienced than you, you know?

[He's just good at bluffing and pretending like he is.]

[tireurdelite]

Really?

I mean - not that I would imply anything - not that it would be bad if you were or - um!

[Can the earth swallow him up now.]

[brightsandstorm]

Ssssh, before you pull your tongue muscle.

[He presses a finger to Alcryst's lips in amusement.]

I know it's not normal royal behaviour, but we don't have restrictions on that Solm. One thing lead to another at a party a few times, and... you know.

[tireurdelite]

I, I see. I'm... a little jealous.

[Not that he thinks he would have had any more of a love life even if Brodia's standards were the same as Solm's.]

[brightsandstorm]

No need to be, at least not any more. You can live however you want here. We still have an obligation to help this world, but there's no war... We can finally let loose a little.

[...Says the guy who didn't stop attending or throwing parties even after he joined the Divine Dragon's army?? Not much has changed on that front.]

[tireurdelite]

I'm still not very good at letting loose... But I'm ready to learn.

[Snuggling a little more.]

[brightsandstorm]

Good. For now, though, we'd better get some rest.

[He leans in to kiss Alcryst on the forehead, briefly touching his silky hair and gazing at him with undisguised fondness. This might be a new arrangement for both of them, but he wants Alcryst to be comfortable enough that he'll sleep well tonight.]

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[tireurdelite]

[Alcryst doesn't remember the last time he slept next to someone - but right now, he can't imagine feeling any more comfortable than this. He feels safe, secure, happy, and wanted. A rare combination of feelings, and one he'll treasure.]

Goodnight, Fogado.