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Wels was having a terrible time.
He’d never felt more cozy in his life. He felt gross. He didn’t want this to end. Everything about this sucked.
Stifling a groan of annoyance, Wels dragged his free hand through his hair, trying his best to ignore the feeling of Hypno’s warm body pressed against his own. Sharing a bed wasn’t that big of a deal. This was supposed to help them sleep, an experiment to see if the two insomniacs could use cuddles as a band-aid, and that was certainly what had happened for Hypno.
He was asleep against Wels’ arm, soft and peaceful without the coolheaded poise he kept up when awake, relaxed in a manner Wels had never seen him before. …And screw him, but the skin-to-skin contact felt amazing.
It was something he so rarely got through his armor, let alone like this, and he couldn’t help but focus on all the little ways Hypno was slotted against his side. One arm was curled under his own, the other resting across Wels’ thankfully clothed chest and shifting with every inhale and exhale. A leg had unconsciously shifted to rest between his own, too close. Hypno’s head was even tucked near the crook of Wels’ neck so that every sleep-steady breath ghosted against his skin, making goosebumps rise every time Wels let himself think about it.
He wanted…he wanted to pull Hypno in closer, tuck him tighter against his chest. Gods help him, but he wanted to kiss Hypno's forehead, run his hands up under Hypno’s shirt and know what every curve and muscle felt like, deeper and deeper until some level of their friendship was left in tatters behind them.
Every few minutes he had to stop and shut up his wandering mind. What did Hypno taste like? What would his moans sound like? How would he want things? How quickly could he make the leg on Wels’ thighs an issue? What would he look like consumed by pleasure..?
Ugh, this was supposed to help them sleep! Damn Wels’ lewd thoughts and silly feelings, they were supposed to be cozy and content, just seeing if maybe this could get them through bad nights, and the fact it was working exactly as hoped for Hypno made everything about Wels’ situation that much worse.
He was such a pervert. Sharing a bed with one of his best friends, and he was acting like a horny teenager who couldn’t calm down long enough to flag his hard-on.
Unintentionally letting out an irritated sigh, he flopped his head back into the soft pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Hypno’s bedroom was surprisingly bright thanks to the white walls, reflecting what little light was filtering through the curtains. The bedding was simple, the sheets thin and smooth, and Wels had brought along one of the soft, weighty blankets he found comforting, though right now his entire being felt too warm to possibly dare use it.
Would Hypno wake up if he pulled away? Could Wels manage rolling over to the other side of the bed, or would it be better to just go home?
“Y’ ah’right, m’ guy?” Hypno murmured, and Wels flinched.
Hypno made a sleepily concerned sound, and his weight shifted. The terrible, glorious warmth slipped away from Wels as Hypno moved to prop himself up on one arm. Wels nearly whined at the loss, which was a level of embarrassing he never intended to acknowledge.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Wels muttered, rubbing at his eyes. The arm Hypno had been laying on was slightly tingly. “I didn’t want to wake you, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, wha—? Shu’ up, I’ve been in and out of it for a while. Y’ fine.”
Hypno stretched, yawning. The black sweatshirt he’d worn to bed rode up as he did, revealing a sliver of skin, pale in the darkness. Wels looked purposefully away, letting his arms fall onto the pillow behind him.
This sucked.
“Y’ are wriggly though…” Hypno noted, sounding a little more awake.
“Well, thanks.” Wels grumbled. “I’m sure that gets categorized alongside ‘you’re fine.’”
“Sure, fine then, I don’t care.”
Wels closed his eyes. It felt like he was burning up. His face felt too warm, his skin felt electric where Hypno had been touching him, and the heavy warmth of arousal was pooled stubbornly in his gut. He shifted his leg slightly up, hoping to disguise his erection, but which only succeeded in making the fabric of his boxers rub against it tantalizingly.
The sheets rustled, and that was all the warning Wels got before Hypno flopped himself over Wels’ chest. Calloused fingers rested against his collarbone, legs tucked under the one he’d lifted, stubble scratching against Wels’ neck. Warm and close, so incredibly close, with his breath tickling against his skin.
Wels’ breath hitched. He felt Hypno freeze.
“Wels…”
No.
“Are you—”
No!
Wels pulled away, tipping Hypno off him in his haste. He pushed himself back against the headrest, trying to hide his panic with an embarrassed chuckle that cracked slightly on the way out, fumbling with his hands as he did. “No, I’m fiiiine! Nothing’s wrong! It’s all fine!” He settled for running a hand through the back of his hair, tugging at the short hairs at the base of his neck. “If I’m wriggly, I can stay over here. Other side of the bed, maybe that will work—”
“Wels, if you’re uncomfortable, that’s fine. We don’t have to do this, my guy, it’s just cuddles.” Hypno’s voice was steady, but he sounded…worried?
Uncomfortable?
Oh, shit.
“No, no.” Wels buried his face in his knees. He could barely see Hypno’s expression anyway, and Hypno probably couldn’t see him in turn, but ugh. “I’m not uncomfortable, I’m fine, really, I just…oh, this is terrible.”
He felt Hypno settle down across from him, humming slightly in thought. “…Can’t really help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“I know.” Wels ran his own hair between his fingers, letting it ground him slightly. “This is stupid.”
“This?”
“Me.”
“Hmm…” Hypno paused for a moment. “Why?”
Wels was a grown man. He could talk about his feelings. He was a grown man who certainly wasn’t overheating from embarrassment while sitting across from one of his best friends, who was undeniably attractive, but he’d thought he was mature enough to not be a pervert about it.
“I feel like a creep.” He muttered.
“A…creep..?” Hypno started to respond, then trailed off. There was a short moment of silence, then Wels heard him take in a breath. “Oh. Oh. Hm.”
“I’m sorry,” Wels said. He was repeating himself now, it felt like he was in a loop. “I can go, I don’t want to make you—”
“Wels, guy, it’s 2 AM! Have you been awake all night cause you’ve been turned on and trying to not wake me up!”
“What else was I supposed to do?!” Wels looked up, aghast. “Wake you up and be like, ‘hey dude, sorry about that but you were laying on top of me and I really can't handle this right now, thanks’?!”
“Sure!”
“But that’s embarrassing!”
“So?”
They stared at each other for a stunned moment, then Wels, despite himself, giggled. Tension melted off his shoulders, even though he still felt sick with it. He still felt ridiculous and gross, but at least Hypno didn’t think so. At the very least…
“This is so silly,” Wels said. “I’m such a pervert.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Hypno, I’ve spent the last few hours trying and failing to not think about the best ways to fuck you while you’ve been asleep on top of me. I’d say that.”
Well,” Hypno stopped to think, and Wels nearly cut in before Hypno leaned forward. “When was the last time anyone touched you?”
“What?”
“I don’t mean just sexually. At all?”
Wels blinked, then tried to think. He didn’t remove his armor much, and when he did it was in the presence of small groups or within his own home while alone. A few seasons ago he’d let Ren braid his hair, relishing in the feeling of hands running through his hair and brushing the back of his neck. Was that the last time?
“It’s been a while. A few seasons at least.” He admitted.
“And sex..?”
Wels winced. It hadn’t been this server, or with anyone he knew now. Some old relationships, a few quick trysts. Things that hadn’t lasted. He’d never been good at that. “A lot longer.”
“So you’re pent up.” Hypno said bluntly.
Wels huffed, stopped, and sighed. Who was he kidding? “Yeah. I’m pent up, you’re attractive, blah blah, perfect storm, so on.”
Oddly, Hypno made a slightly strangled noise for the first time that night. “I’m—? Hm. Right.”
Wels squinted at Hypno, at how his expression had changed, and his face slowly split into a wicked grin. “What? Did you assume I was fantasizing about you and didn’t find you attractive?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t think about it!”
“Hypno!”
“Oh, give me a break!”
Wels giggled in earnest now, practically able to see the blush spreading over Hypno’s face and certainly able to imagine it. “Hypno, you are stunning.”
“Hm, please. I’m mediocre at best.”
“Gorgeous.” Wels went on, letting his voice drop a little more than he meant it to. “You might as well of been crafted for me to find attractive.”
Hypno blinked. Dark, downturned eyes framed by straight blond hair that fell just past his shoulders, a bit tousled by sleep. Tall and slim and strong, usually accented by clothes that emphasized all his best features but still adorable in the looser nightclothes. He was snarky and silly and could match Wels word for word, so often with the lazy grins that made his heart skip.
Maybe he spent too much time thinking about this. Wels really had made a series of bad choices leading up to this…
Hypno stared at him, opened mouthed, for a terrifyingly long moment. Wels’ burst of idiotic confidence was just starting to curl up and die when Hypno leaned further in.
“Wels, you statue of a man, I think you’ve managed to miss the nuance of you looking like an artist sculpted the definition of masculine beauty, while there are tutorials about how to fix my most prominent features.”
“They’re fixing perfection.”
“You’ve got nothing that needs to be fixed.”
“I’m too heavy.” Wels shot back. He’d never been a fan of the way weight clung to his stomach, making muscles look soft rather than lean. He’d tried to chase a build more like Hypno’s, but it hadn’t worked.
“Hardly.”
“And I’m too short.”
“Not to me.”
Wels raised an eyebrow. “What's that supposed to mean?”
“That you’re just the right height to shove into my tits.”
Oh. Oh.
“Hypno! You can’t just—” Then the image flashed in Wels’ mind. Hypno in one of his skimpy tops, a hand woven into Wels’ hair, barely having to tug him downwards to make Wels faceplant in his exposed chest. His words cut off in a groan, ignored arousal hitting him like a shockwave, dick kicking in his boxers, and he curled in on himself with a mixture of embarrassment and an actual, physical tremor.
Wels had to take a moment just to breathe, fighting the urge to rut against the friction of his shorts. That accursed image kept playing in his brain, continuing into sliding lower, Hypno’s hands guiding him, voice condescending, mouthing his way across a clothed bulge…
He forced himself to sit up despite knowing he was redder than he’d ever been in his life. This was fine! Maybe if he kept talking, maybe if he shot back he could distract—
That line out thought skidded to a sharp halt when he saw Hypno’s face. Because his expression had shifted, just minutely, barely visible in the dim light but no less damning. His eyes were half lidded, his lips slightly parted. His chest moved with quicker breaths, and the look he was giving Wels was downright lewd.
“Welsknight,” Hypno murmured, the tone deeper than Wels had ever heard from Hypno, enough to make him shiver. “If I asked you to fuck me, would you?”
Oh, this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He’d fallen asleep at some point and was having the most vivid wet dream.
“That I was dreaming.”
Hypno smiled. “Mhm. You’re not.”
“Ah.”
“So?”
“What?” Wels said. It felt like he was lagging. Something had stuck along the way and wasn’t catching up.
“Would you? Fuck me? Do whatever you want to me?” Hypno’s voice was so sweet like this, thick as honey, making the cogs in Wels’ brain sticky. “…Please?”
“I— ugh—” Wels stammered, then forcibly mustered everything his brain had to offer. He leaned in towards Hypno, wishing Hypno had sat just a little closer. “This is…a bit fast. You're sure?”
“Are you going to stop being horny if we don’t?” Hypno jibed. “Because we’re well past that point for me too.”
“Hypno.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m awake, I consent, all that. I’m certainly not falling asleep now. So please, Wels, just kiss me.”
Wels did so. He pushed himself forward with little regard for his own stability, catching himself with one hand next to Hypno’s thigh. With the other hand he reached up towards Hypno’s face, hesitating for just a moment, everything feeling unreal, before cupping Hypno’s cheek. He ran his thumb along the stubble on that narrow jaw, Hypno’s lips parting as Wels brushed the delicate skin just below them.
This had all gone so fast. Admissions made but not quite spelled out, about to stumble into each other over a few dirty words, and Wels couldn’t even bring himself to care.
He closed the gap.
They met gently, Wels desperately keeping himself tied to reason against the light contact, but a quiet moan from Hypno took those tethers and tore them free. Wels groaned, shifting forward to crowd against Hypno, spare hand slipping under Hypno’s shirt and running along the smooth skin below. Hypno gasped, and the quick, frantic kisses turned sloppy, more pointed.
Spindly fingers wove themselves into Wels’ hair, and he fumbled for purchase as Hypno took the lead. The kisses deepened, Hypno’s tongue darting over Wels lips, then nipping at his lower lip when he didn’t open up. Wels caught himself in a moan as Hypno’s kisses got deeper and deeper and deeper, tripping over his breathing as Hypno brushed a hand against his chest with purpose this time, fingers brushing a nipple through the fabric, and— and—
And Wels was about to abandon reason, shove this beautiful man into the covers and kiss every inch of his skin until he could barely speak through whimpers. He was about to beg and plead and cry for Hypno’s direction, bow to him until he took the control away and made Wels bend to every word. He was about to strip every scrap of clothing from him, savor every scrap of skin, and fuck him until he saw stars. He wanted to know exactly how Hypno sounded when struggling to voice his own pleasure, wanted to know what he would look like with Wels inside him, know every noise and expression and quirk.
“Hyp— Hypno!”
He wrangled enough focus to get a hand against Hypno’s chest and push. Hypno immediately pulled away with a noise that was at first frustrated, then concerned as his brain seemingly caught up.
“What? You okay? Am I—”
“I’m fine.” Wels interrupted before Hypno could spiral, catching his breath. “Just… Boundaries? Preferences? Anything I should know?
“Oh,” Hypno chuckled, sounding equally breathless. “Oh, I hate this part, but you’re right. Hm… Don’t pull on my hair. Not the biggest fan of pain, but hickies are nice, and being a bit rough can be good. Um, I definitely prefer to bottom, but I’m flexible.”
“No, I’m good with that.” Wels said. “Um, do you want to go that far?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” Wels swallowed, then licked his lips, where he could still taste Hypno — tangy, and warm in a way that made him think of spice. “Do you have lube?”
Hypno nodded and rolled off the bed, digging around one of the lower drawers of the nightstand for a moment and producing a small bottle. He set it on top of the nightstand, hesitated for a moment, then flicked on the lamp next to it. Wels winced at the sudden light, no matter how dim, but he had no complaints. It meant he could see the brush spread beautifully across Hypno’s cheeks, peeking around from the collar of his sweatshirt.
“What about you?” Hypno said.
Wels furrowed his brow. “Huh?”
“Boundaries? Preferences? Anything else?”
“Oh, right.” Wels didn’t get asked that as often. Most of his former partners heard he was a top and ran with their expectations of that, and as a result the majority of things he’d learned about himself had been through process of elimination. “Pulling hair feels good. I top, not a fan of it the other way at all. But uh, I struggle with…leading.”
“Leading?”
Wels rubbed at the back of his neck. “Orders. Direction. I prefer doing whatever a partner wants. And as long as I’m not bottoming, anything is good. More than good. I’ll give or receive oral, same for handjobs, I’ll top, just…” It felt so silly to him. People always got worried or laughed or… “Show me how to give you the most pleasure, and that’ll give me the most.”
Hypno gaped at him, somehow flushing even darker. Wels giggled, half giddy and half anxious, as Hypno crawled back onto the bed, reaching out a hand to pull Wels into another kiss. “I can do that. I can definitely do that.” Hypno muttered between kisses, quick and frantic. Then pausing with his thumb resting in the crook of Wels’ jaw, looking into his eyes. “Like, directions? Or orders?”
“Either is fine. But…orders would be nice.”
“How knightly.”
“…No comment.”
Hypno chuckled, pressing a languid kiss against Wels’ lips. Wels let his eyes slip shut as Hypno’s hands roamed lower, over his shoulders, down his bare arms, leaving goosebumps behind where he’d touched. Slow and certain movements, electric, building a heat in Wels stomach that rushed right to his dick, as though he hadn’t been hard to some extent the whole time.
“I’ll do my best.” Hypno rumbled in his ear, shifting to that low, honeyed tone that made Wels’ thoughts buzz. “You want to please me, Wels?”
“Yes.” Wels whispered. “Gods, let me.”
With a hum, Hypno slipped away, and Wels chased him with a whine. His eyes flickered open, and he gasped as he watched Hypno hook his fingers around the bottom of the sweatshirt he was wearing, pulling it up with movements too slow and lazy to not be a deliberate show. He dragged the shirt over a soft stomach and strong chest, across lines of pale body hair, over freckled shoulders and subtle tan lines.
The sweatshirt was discarded on the blankets, leaving Hypno stood up on his knees, long blond hair frazzled, the position pushing his own arousal clearly against his pants. Put on display, a meal for Wels to enjoy.
“Come here.” Hypno said, voice strained but firm.
And again, Wels did. He pushed himself forward, taking a deep breath before looking up into Hypno’s eyes. Hypno grinned down at him, reaching out, one hand ghosting rough fingertips against the soft underside of Wels’ arm, the other curling into the back of his hair. Just as he thought the other would be gentle, the grip in his hair tightened, tugging him forward, and Wels gasped as he tipped right into Hypno’s bare chest, face pressed into firm pecs in the exact way he’d fantasized.
Warm skin, the movement of Hypno’s shaky inhale, the faint scratch of body hair against Wels’ cheek. He choked, trying and failing to speak or breathe with any sense, and Hypno’s low, sugar sweet chuckle resonated through him.
“Go on,” Hypno hummed, and Wels could hear the smirk. “Kiss me. Touch me. I know you want to.”
He did! Gods, he did! How was this real!?
Wels’ hands jumped to Hypno’s hips, tracing up along his sides, feeling him shiver instinctually beneath his touch. He mouthed along Hypno’s collarbone, growing more focused as some sense worked its way back into his mind, kissing downward across that beautiful chest. The movement of his hands stopped just below Hypno’s pecs, grip changing to support the other’s awkward position, then finally dragged his tongue over a nipple.
Hypno gasped, soft and stunning, his hands gripping painfully at Wels’ hair as he folded over around him. Those hands pressed Wels closer, so he swirled his tongue, the dampening body hair following the patterns he made, relishing in the way Hypno’s breath quickened.
Wels grinned, moving his thumb to rub the opposite nipple. Hypno collapsed forward against him, knees giving out with an honest whimper. Wels groaned into Hypno’s chest, slipping his hands around the other man’s back to match the ones around his own neck. He let Hypno slide down against him, abandoning his tits going for the curve of his neck instead, kissing and then nipping at the delicate skin.
And Hypno finally moaned.
Low and shaky, caught against Hypno’s breath. Wels’ every nerve lit on fire, heat rushing to his stomach and outward. He wanted more, he wanted all of Hypno, every inch, he wanted to hear that moan a thousand more times, find every trigger for it, he wanted he wanted he wanted—
“Hypno, please.”
“Hmmm?” His voice was still sugary and low, smooth when Wels had thought it might crack from pleasure. It morphed into a chuckle as the hand still in Wels’ hair tightened minutely, pulling him back. “Right, right. The knight needs orders. Mhm.”
Wels followed the pull on his hair with a soft moan, head tilted again to look up at Hypno, though the angle was less now. Hypno surveyed him, eyes heavy, apparently liking what he saw because a smirk spread slowly across his face.
“I have the strangest feeling I’m going to last longer than you, so how about we have you put those pretty lips to good work, hm?” He said, running a hand down Wels’ neck and making him quiver at the contact. “Put me where you want me, I don’t care how, then get these clothes off me.”
“Yes sir.” Wels responded on automatic, missing the way Hypno’s eyebrows shot up as he sprung forward.
He pressed another kiss into the crook of Hypno’s neck, hands bracing around the other’s before tipping them both into the covers, with Hypno on his back below Wels. Wels pulled back to look down at the man below him, staring up at him with some kind of stunned adoration.
And Hypno looked so perfect like that, one arm above his head, lips gently parted and eyes wide and dark, that Wels wanted to savor it for a second. He slowed, settling down against Hypno’s stomach where he could feel every panted breath rub against him, brushing his palms over Hypno’s chest, thumbs tracing the hollows under his collarbone.
Wels had thought about just how beautiful Hypno was a hundred times before. Seen it in the way he moved, how a stretch would pull clothes tight across his frame, the confidence with which he used his hands during a familiar task, the crinkle of crow’s feet as he smiled. He’d admired, wondered, fantasized. All in silence, convincing himself he’d never take a step that would ruin the familiar pattern they had.
But here Hypno was, hair spread across the soft blanket Wels had brought, flushed and beautiful. Wels splayed a hand over Hypno’s diaphragm, considering the contrast of his own paleness against Hypno’s somehow tanned skin, the smoothness of Hypno against his gnarled hands.
Hands dipped under Wels’ tanktop, startling him as knuckles brushed against the sensitive skin. Hypno looked almost contemplative as he fiddled with the hem, glanced up at Wels’ face, then gripped the tanktop and pulled it up. Wels bent to help, letting Hypno slip the fabric off and discard it somewhere off the side of the bed.
Then it was Hypno’s hands touching him, running along his sides and up, tracing the sides of his pecs to his collarbone, then dropping down. Over the faint hair on his chest, down to the abdomen that refused to grow as toned as the rest of him no matter how hard he tried, stopping on the trail of hair that vanished below his shorts. It made his brain buzz a little, with just how close those calloused, nimble hands were to where he wanted to be touched.
“Come here.” Hypno said, voice bit rough, reaching a hand up towards Wels’ face.
He dropped to meet it, expecting to be pulled into a kiss, but Hypno just brought their foreheads together instead, breath intermingling. Wels’ long hair fell down around them both, Hypno tracing the shorter strands at the back of his neck with one hand, the other resting on his thigh. No sound but their breathing and the crickets outside.
“Thoughts on hickies?” Hypno whispered, as though scared to break the spell.
Wels swallowed, a smile flickering across his lips at the thought. Reminders, marks to last and make sure he didn’t forget quick. “Dark as you’re willing to make them.”
Hypno’s breath went unsteady for a moment. “Shit. Okay.”
The hand against his neck pressed gently, and Wels let himself follow it, head falling into the blanket beside Hypno. His hair was pulled out of the way with such reverence and care that Wels was suddenly blinking back tears, throat tightening as Hypno placed the first kiss at the crook of Wels’ neck.
He did a few more of those, exploratory kisses, barely more than brushes, like silk clothing against his skin. So little it was almost wretched, kisses slowly working their way up Wels’ neck to just below his ear, where Wels could even hear the noises of the contact.
Then the next kiss sucked skin between Hypno’s teeth, and Wels whimpered. It stung, painfully perfect, and the way Hypno groaned in response was everything he wanted. Maybe Wels needed to be louder, if making noise was what made Hypno be loud in turn. He wasn’t good at that though…
Thoughts cut off and he gasped as the next shot of pain bloomed on his skin. Hypno was methodical, working his way from the hollow below Wels’ ear down his neck, spending a few seconds on every spot as if he intended to leave a solid road of marks. He left behind aching points, and Wels could feel how each one would grow dark, if they weren’t deepening with color already.
Wels squirmed, slowly curling further into Hypno, clutching at the other’s hair as the heat built in his stomach, radiating out into him in waves. At some point he managed a half-coherent plea for more, anything more, and the kisses turned into bites. Hypno took a moment to experiment, finding Wels’ threshold, then kept working his way along with bites that traced down to his shoulder and nicked his collarbone, never deep enough to draw blood but enough to deliciously hurt.
Wels began to pant in earnest, barely remembering to release Hypno’s hair before it became painful and clenching his hands into the blanket instead. Hypno was shushing softly as he alternated between kissing old bites and nipping building bruises between his teeth, his spare hand slipping lower down Wels back, over his ass, hooking around the back of his thigh with a finger almost slipped under the hem, and it was so so so close.
He buried his face into Hypno’s shoulder, surrounded by the scent of him, hips bucking against Hypno’s stomach before he could stop himself. Hypno moaned, shakier but still low and sugar sweet.
That moan was so pretty, he loved it, wanted to kiss it from Hypno’s mouth, as though it would taste the way it sounded.
A kiss brushed against an aching bruise, turned into a nip, and Wels choked, somewhere between a sob and a moan. He curled even tighter against Hypno, trembling as he fought to breathe, and his brain hit a wall of thick, buzzy fuzz.
Hypno was talking, somewhere far away, gentle and soothing as Wels stuttered through the basic function of breathing. It was so much, so incredibly much, electric and honied and almost painfully soft.
The tension gradually unwound, and he collapsed forward against Hypno. The kisses had stopped, and there were fingers massaging through the back of Wels’ hair, Hypno’s cheek resting against his own as Wels remembered how lungs worked. His face was wet, but he didn’t remember when he’d started to cry.
They stayed like that, Wels soaking up Hypno’s scent, the feeling of his hands, of their chests rising and falling against each other. He felt hazy, brain fuzzy, warm and held and perfect.
“You okay?”
Wels blinked. Was he—? Was…oh. Oh, that had been an orgasm. He’d cum untouched in his boxers, like he didn’t have an ounce of self-control to his name, while Hypno had been nowhere close.
A wave of hot shame hit him, and he started to pull away from Hypno with a stream of teary apologies. Except Hypno held on, pulled him back in close, with just enough force to make a point but not enough that Wels couldn’t pull away if he still wanted. Wels groaned with a mixture of relief and embarrassment and the extra humiliation of the gross sticky feeling in his boxers, burying his face back into the crook of Hypno’s neck like maybe that would be enough to let him hide.
“You’re okay, I mean it.” Hypno said, still petting Wels’ hair, sounding as though he’d said it several times before Wels had heard. He kept it up as Wels started to relax, twirling locks through patterns between nimble fingers. “…You know it’s alright to chase your own pleasure, right? It, uh…it doesn’t all have to be about your partner.”
Through a stubbornly shaky breath, Wels smiled. “That’s not what I meant.”
“It seems like you feel guilty—”
“I feel guilty for beating you to it.”
“…Don’t.”
“Easier said than done.”
Hypno was quiet, still weaving his fingers through Wels’ hair. Wels tilted his head to look at him, glancing over the furrow in his brow and the slight frown. He didn’t get it. Wels couldn’t blame him.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy my own pleasure. I know what I like, even though I haven’t been able to put it into practice much. Other than…well, where a dick gets stuck, I follow the lead because I like it. Turning my brain off, going along with whatever a partner likes. It ties into the orders, I suppose. It’s fun. I like it.”
Hypno turned his head to get a better look at him, considering. Still a little worried, but with less of a frown.
“And if I didn’t like something, I’d say so.” Wels added. “I know my limits.”
Hypno huffed, face finally cracking into a smile. “You promise?”
“On my life.”
“Okay. I can live with that. Yeah.” Hypno said, then a little bit of the teasing light sparked back into his eyes. He closed the minute gap, placing a kiss on Wels nose, making him giggle. “Anyway…in that case, I request your input, good knight: in what context are we getting you out of those shorts?”
Hm, that was a good question. The boxers felt gross, he wanted out of them quickly, but…could he do another round tonight? Did he have to? Either way, he didn’t think he wanted to be done. Not when shifting in a certain way meant he could feel Hypno’s erection through too many layers of separating fabric.
“How about…” Wels hummed, palming Hypno’s tit and grinning as the other’s collected facade dropped with a gasp. How easy would it be to do that consistently? “We get me out of these, I carry out that old blowjob order, and we base whether I suck you off or fuck you on if I get hard again?”
“Good, yeah. Mhm.” Hypno muttered, trying to arch into Wels’ hand. It failed, mostly because of Wels’ own weight still on top of him.
Obliging, Wels slipped to the side, still massaging Hypno’s chest, thumb zoning in on the nipple and working it in circles. Hypno went seamlessly from a groan to a moan, arching up into Wels’ touch, eyes closed and head thrown back into the covers.
Wels ran the heel of his hand over scratchy body hair, enjoying the unique sensation for as long as he thought was fair. He watched Hypno’s expressions shift while he focused on that remaining warm feeling in his body, letting it wash the anxious little thoughts trying to worm their way around the moment. He wasn’t a failure. Hypno wasn’t mad. Hypno was being so incredibly gentle it hurt.
Wels had let people do anything once. Anything. No matter if it had hurt or if he hadn’t enjoyed it, because he’d thought that was what sex was. He’d always liked making a partner feel good, making sure they enjoyed every second, and thinking was hard when everything was fuzzy so it was easier to just listen and obey. It had taken a long time to deconstruct that, learn that he could pair the wish to serve with being more than a tool.
It had rarely been put into practice since, but he didn’t think he could have picked a better time, place, or person to try again.
Done with waiting and done with feeling gross, Wels rolled away from Hypno to get some space. He hooked his thumbs around the waistbands of his shorts and boxers, wriggling out of them with a wince and tossing the fabric unceremoniously off the side of the bed. The feeling of cooling cum against his skin wasn’t nice, but he could live with it for now.
Turning back to Hypno felt…a bit more awkward. What with him fully naked and Hypno still half-clothed, but he moved before he could let himself think about it, throwing a leg over Hypno so that he straddled him just above the knees.
Hypno’s hands fumbled, grabbing onto Wels’ knees. Looking up, Wels found those dark eyes blown wide as Hypno scanned the newly exposed skin, mouth slightly open as though in awe. Wels blushed, fiddling with the hem of Hypno’s trousers so he didn’t have to meet the expression.
“I’m…not much to look at.”
“Oh, that’s bullshit.” Hypno said without missing a beat. “Complete bullshit.”
Wels hummed noncommittally, working his fingers under the waistbands of both sweatpants and boxers at once, tugging them down. Hypno lifted his hips to help, and together they removed the last two layers separating them. Wels discarded the items so quickly he barely noticed where they went, just looking down at Hypno and that mesmerizing body of his.
Builder’s strength contained in a narrow frame. Strong thighs that shifted under Wels. That deliciously thick body hair that gathered around his chest, dusted his stomach, then gathered again in a happy trail before resolving into a bush Wels wanted to bury his hands in.
And, of course, his dick. Flushed and hard, dripping pre, making Wels’ mouth water. He swallowed thickly against his suddenly dry throat, letting his hands drop to Hypno’s waist, dipping his thumbs into the hollows between stomach and thighs. That got a hearty groan, and Hypno shivered under his grip.
“Are you sure you’re going to last?” Wels teased, pressing into those hollows, making Hypno’s dick twitch.
“Yes.” Hypno breathed. “I— I know my limits.”
Wels snorted, scooting himself downwards, pouring as much false mockery into his voice as he could while feeling like he would die if he didn’t get something in his mouth within the second. “You promise?”
“On my li— FUCK.”
Hypno shouted as Wels licked the head of his cock, immediately pulling back as Hypno spasmed, trying to buck up into Wels’ mouth, hands jumping into his hair and instinctively trying to pull him down. Wels kept his muscles tensed, unaffected by the attempts, waiting until Hypno settled, breath staggered, tugging rhythmically on Wels’ hair.
“More sensitive than I expected.” Wels commented, then took the head of Hypno’s cock into his mouth before an argument could be conjured.
Hypno stuttered out a cry, and Wels hummed appreciatively. He hollowed his cheeks, loving how Hypno’s breath staggered in response.
Gradually, he took Hypno a little deeper, trying to readjust to the fullness in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the head and gathering up the salty taste of pre. Hypno tasted warm here too, beautifully so, and he wanted more of it, all of it. More of the gently trembling body beneath him, more of the hands now stilled but still gripping at his hair, more of the heavy breaths, more of the thighs beneath his hands.
He dipped his head lower, taking more until he nearly triggered a neglected gag reflex. Irritated by that, Wels swallowed instead, then bobbed his head experimentally, the hands in his hair immediately tightening.
Hypno was so quiet now. Little gasps and pants and shaky breaths, almost like he was trying to stay silent.
Wels popped up, choosing to ignore the frankly gross amount of drool that stretched between. “Come on, Hypno, I know you can moan. You've done it before.”
Then he went back down, focusing on his breathing this time, and dropping as deep as he could manage until his nose brushed against Hypno’s bush, and he swallowed again, this time against the thick obstruction in his throat.
The loud moan that rang out through the room was sweet enough to honeycoat Wels’ thoughts one fell swoop. Heat rose back into his stomach in a rush, lurching into him, dragging an echoing moan from his own throat.
He started up a steady rhythm, keeping it slow. Dragging his tongue up the shaft with every rise, taking a moment to suck at the head, then drop back down. Every soft, frantic moan from Hypno was encouragement, the soundtrack to Wels’ efforts. He was in heaven, the slight burn at the back of his throat, the beautiful noises, the shaking body under his hands, the tugs at the back of hair.
The fog in his brain was building, the feeling in his chest tugging out whimpers and moans he couldn’t be embarrassed about anymore, when a particularly vicious tug turned a light back on in his thoughts.
He let himself be pulled up with a lewd pop, panting. The motion made him look up at Hypno, who barely seemed any more present than he did, eyes hazed over, curled slightly forward to get closer to Wels, hips twitching at the loss of contact.
“Ah— Good gods, Wels.” Hypno gasped. The painful grip in Wels hair loosened, turning soothing. “…Crap, I’m sorry.”
Wels’ mouth felt too empty, swallowing past a dry and faintly aching throat, but everything else felt so warm that he couldn’t care. Hypno’s gentle hand, their tandem breaths, skin against skin. His urge to surge forward back onto Hypno’s dick was just about as strong as the wish that the moment would last forever and he would never have to leave.
Words failing him, Wels nodded and rubbed a comforting pattern against Hypno’s thigh. How close had Hypno gotten? He sounded destroyed, voice rough around the edges and dripping with desperation.
The hand in Wels’ hair moved to rest on his cheek, swiping clumsily at his lips. “Your mouth is extraordinary. You’re extraordinary, oh gods.”
Letting his mouth fall open, Wels leaned into the touch. They were both panting, Wels was braced on his elbows with Hypno’s dick inches away from his face, his own rubbing into the covers and unmistakably hard again. Hypno’s thumb ghosted over his tongue, and he closed his mouth around it instinctively, closing his eyes to savor the faintly salty skin.
Hypno groaned, low and loud. He was so pretty loud.
“Wels, please…”
Wels’ brow furrowed, his brain providing little more than an error noise. What? There was a digit in his mouth, and that was wonderful, but was that what he was supposed to do? How did…huh?
He whined anxiously, and Hypno chuckled weakly.
“Oh, my guy, you can— Wels, if you’re going to fuck me, I need you to do it.”
Oh! Oh, right, he could do that!
Wels pulled away to grab the bottle of lube they’d set out on the nightstand, and when he turned back, he found Hypno looking at him with an expression of distress that changed into embarrassment almost as soon as he’d seen it. With a soft smile, Wels scooted forward to place a kiss on Hypno’s forehead.
Words. He needed words, any words, to reassure or praise or ask clarifying questions, but his brain stubbornly failed to provide them.
Awkwardly, Wels tapped on Hypno’s sternum, getting the other to look up at him. He made a quick motion across his throat, hoping to get the point across.
“I…” The vaguely hurt expression that had been lingering on Hypno’s face morphed slightly, becoming more anxious. “Is your voice okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Wels shook his head, hesitated, then repeated the quick motion across his mouth this time.
He watched the light slowly come on in Hypno’s eyes. “You can’t talk? Um, what, nonverbal?” Wels nodded emphatically, and Hypno let out a breath of poorly-hidden relief. “Okay, I was— nevermind, I just…”
He fell silent as Wels kissed his cheek, running a hand over his stuttering chest. He was trying to think — difficult through the haze in his brain — about how best to ask what was going on in Hypno’s head, when Hypno himself sat up.
His hands moved to cup Wels’ face, tilting it so they were looking into each other’s eyes. Hypno’s eyes were beautiful. Dark pools that he’d caught himself staring into more than once throughout the years, always looking away before he was caught. He loved the sparkle of mischief, the crinkle of crow’s feet, the warmth with which he watched his servermates when he thought no one was watching.
And there was a new one he could add to that list now: the way that rich brown darkened with lust, only intensified by the eye contact.
“You want to do this, right?” Hypno whispered, still loud when the rest of the world was so quiet.
Wels nodded, as certain as he could possibly be.
Hypno’s expression shifted at that, changing around its subtle edges, casting off much of the doubt and nearly all the hesitation. The sudden unfiltered want in those eyes made that gentle, suffusing warmth rush right to Wels’ dick as heat, especially as Hypno tilted his head up with a little more force.
“Then do it, pretty knight. Open me up with those big, strong hands. Fuck me, fill me up, make me feel good. Do it, Welsknight.”
And Wels obeyed.
He rested a hand over the one holding his cheek, pulling it away so he could press a kiss into the knuckles. With his other hand he flicked open the bottle of lube, the click of the cap loud in the quiet room, and Hypno inhaled sharply.
Wels guided him backwards, so that Hypno fell into the blanket again where he’d been before, now staring up at Wels from between his legs. Wels balanced himself on one of Hypno’s knees as he sat back to drip some of the lube over his fingers, rubbing it between them to warm it as he leaned over Hypno to kiss him again.
His world filled with that almost-spice that was growing increasingly familiar, and that he only hoped would only become more so. He crowded forward, using his thighs to part Hypno’s legs, feeling Hypno tremble as Wels brought the lubed hand around to his ass, hesitating for just a moment before pressing forward.
Hypno gasped softly as Wels pressed a finger against his entrance, the muscle tightening reflexively as Wels started to spread the lube in small circles, slowly working his way inward as Hypno relaxed with deep, steadying breaths. There was a hand in Wels’ hair once again, but this time his focus was elsewhere, entirely on the minute movements around his finger, the tightening and loosening, the ways the little motions coincided with the hitches in Hypno’s breath.
He wanted to ask if it felt good, but in lieu of that capacity he just kissed the corner of Hypno’s mouth, hoping it was enough.
“Y— your hands, Wels. Gods.”
Wels grinned, cheekily rolling his finger and giggling when Hypno groaned. He pulled back, adding another finger on the return, pressing in slowly again, watching the way Hypno’s expression had loosened, head fallen back and mouth slightly open. He looked angelic, hair mussed and face red, unraveling as Wels worked him open.
He turned his hand, pushing his fingers deeper, gradually seeking as he stretched. He wound the fingers around, trying the rolling motion again, and then Hypno stiffened with an ethereal moan, back arching and pushing himself further down on Wels fingers.
“Fuck, Wels, there! There is perfect, holy crap.”
Wels hummed, pleased. He adjusted Hypno slightly to get a better angle, and set a methodical pace, just brushing against that sweet spot, reveling in the whimpers that filled the room, increasingly desperate. Wels waited until the next stuttered plea, added a third finger, and changed the motion that little bit needed to hit Hypno’s prostate with every thrust.
Hypno dissolved under him. Whimpers turned to throaty moans, twitching for contact as Wels kept up his methodical pace with some effort. He watched, enraptured, as the last vestiges of stolid snark dripped away into the covers, leaving Hypno squirming under his hands, words and praises and pleas increasingly incoherent, the lamplight reflecting off sweaty skin.
Pulling away felt criminal, especially as Hypno’s pleas pitched with distress, making Wels’ heart twist. But there wasn’t any reason to wait, not when Hypno had already made the request and Wels was so hard it was dizzying,
He kept a hand on Hypno’s thigh as he fumbled for the bottle of lube again, pouring move over his hand. He hurried to spread it over himself, having to catch himself on Hypno’s leg with a moan as his own arching hardness was finally given some relief, Wels’ eyes slipping shut as everything heightened all at once, the warm becoming an insistent buzz, the awe a deep and nagging need.
Deciding it was good enough, Wels adjusted Hypno again, pushing his legs back towards his chest, leaving smears of lube across his tanned skin. They were both breathing heavily. Hypno was trembling faintly as Wels stroked his thighs, his dick twitching, leaking pre, still flushed from Wels’ earlier ministrations.
“Wels, fuck me already.”
“How?” Wels murmured, managing that one word. An important word.
“I— ugh!” Hypno growled, raising his head to look up at Wels with no real fight in his eyes. “Gods, I hate it, but that…gentle and slow, like you’ve been doing. I like it. I, hughhh, don’t let me rush.”
Wels hummed with assent, petting Hypno’s thighs for a few more seconds as he considered the request, considered Hypno in all his glory.
Then he shifted, using a hand to guide himself as he nudged the head of his cock against Hypno’s twitching hole with a soft groan, Hypno’s responding moan leading straight into a shout of pleasure as Wels pressed in.
Hypno dropped back into the covers like he’d been thrown, back arching, Wels having to grip his hips to keep him from fucking into Wels in a way that could’ve easily hurt him. His hands scrabbled at Wels’ back, broken pleas immediately begging for more, but Wels waited, holding to the previous order, leaning forward as he attempted to shush gently.
Eventually, finally, Hypno calmed. He started to breathe again, relaxing around the little of Wels he’d taken.
“…You okay?” Wels whispered, once he was able to hear the crickets outside again.
“Yes, I— I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Shhh, you’re okay… Not hurt?”
“No, just—” Hypno groaned. “Oh, your voice, Wels.”
“Rough?”
"Yeah.”
“Hypno…” Wels swallowed, feeling as though there was an obstruction in his throat. Hypno had his hands wrapped around him, hole twitching around him, and keeping the threads of thoughts and words together was too much. “Can I..?”
“Please.”
With a hurried kiss to Hypno’s collarbone as thanks, Wels moved again. Hypno wasn’t anything approaching quiet now, moans ringing through the room with every shallow thrust deeper. The tight heat was glorious, all-consuming, enveloping Wels’ mind more and more and more with each inch of him Hypno greedily took, until he was he hilted against Hypno’s ass and the last vestige he’d been using to somewhat lead left him.
Wels collapsed forward against Hypno, groaning from deep within his chest, having to adjust to the feeling of being taken as much as Hypno probably did taking. It felt amazing, he felt dizzy, buzzy.
For those few seconds — maybe a minute, maybe an hour, he could never be sure — they both just breathed. The walls around him pulsed. There were heavy breaths close to his ear. Hands tracing along his spine. The fiery heat in his gut, pooling ever lower.
“Wels…”
Wels took the cue. He rolled his hips, to test the motion, Hypno gasping in response. Then he drew back as far as he could without losing the connection, and pushed back in at the same pace. He made that a rhythm, slow and even and steady, Hypno making little punched out sounds with each thrust in. It sounded divine, perfect, mixing with the emotions building up between them, lighting up Wels’ nerves.
He moaned, releasing Hypno’s hips to pull him closer by the shoulders, pressing their chests together and burying his face in Hypno’s neck. It changed the angle, Hypno pressed around him at every possible point, tight and only getting tighter. The little punched out noises turned into moans again, lower and louder, sugar-sweet honey to coat Wels’ thoughts, the restrained pitching of Hypno’s voice, all new to him.
He let himself stop thinking about it, curl into the warmth and weight and press and connection. All of it, all at once, constricting around him.
There was a tug at his hair, just enough to pull his attention back. “Speed up. Speed up, I swear—”
This time it was an order, clear as day, and so he did. Adjusted his grip around Hypno’s back, and snapped up. Hypno shouted again, Wels moaning in turn, both of them consumed by the sudden wall of lust that turned the slow build into a frantic chase, the room filled with the cries of pleasure and slapping skin and desperate half-words.
Hypno was chanting his name. The warmth in his gut was building, spreading outward as a tingly heat. His brain was buzzing with Hypno’s sugar-sweet voice, how his own meshed with it, complemented it.
Hypno gasped, tugging on his hair again. “Touch me, touch me, I—”
Wels fumbled between them, taking Hypno’s dick in hand and focusing on it like it was his purpose. Hypno shouted again, bucking to meet Wels’ thrusts, hands scratching at Wels’ back. His next moan was nearly a scream, and Hypno tightened around Wels, a new warmth hitting Wels’ stomach, the sensations so incredibly, perfectly much, but it— it just wasn’t—
Hypno buried his face into Wels’ shoulder with a gasping moan, mouthing at the existing bruises, deliciously painful, and Wels was gone.
All in a rush, all at once, an overfull bucket tipping over and taking Wels with it, the heat and emotion and bliss and disbelief and love rushing outwards. His thoughts a static-white buzz, the hands he’d wanted to hold him a hundred, thousand times over the seasons clutching at him, the reality of this perfect dream crashing into him, sending the emotions to his heart and his chest and his throat.
Wels yelled as he came, voice ragged. He chased the high, the sharpness of it all, the electricity, the simple connection that was welling tears into his eyes. It was beautiful, it was glorious, it was too much, and he never wanted it to end.
The peak began to fade, Wels gasping through a few more uneven thrusts into Hypno until the other man hissed. He stilled at that, folding over forward into Hypno’s chest, burying his face into sweaty skin and rough body hair, breathing in the musk-spice scent of Hypno that was so, so much stronger now.
There were warm hands around Wels. Tracing the ridges of his spine. Caressing the planes of his shoulders. Hypno’s breaths were quick pants, slowly calming as he pet the base of Wels’ neck. Wels whined, rubbing comfortingly at Hypno’s sides as he pulled out, wincing at the sudden oversensitivity. Hypno made a vaguely disgusted noise as they separated, and Wels kissed his cheek in apology.
He made to flop on top of Hypno, energy spent, but Hypno’s hands caught him with a sudden strength. “Don’t you dare lay on me, Wels, you’re covered in cum.”
Unfortunately, that was a good point.
Sighing, Wels begrudgingly sat up instead. “Yeah, and whose fault is that?”
“Mine.” Hypno murmured, and Wels didn’t miss the way Hypno looked him up and down, lingering on his stomach where globs of white cum were slowly dripping. “We should probably clean that up…”
Wels considered that for a second, watching the movement of the spunk that was Hypno down his stomach. Then, on a whim, gathered some of the mess up on his clean fingers, and popped them into his mouth. Wels let his eyes fall shut, sucking on the salty, almost bitter taste, and Hypno gasped.
“Holy crap, Wels! You can’t just— I don’t have another round in me, my guy! Oh my gods!”
Wels slipped the fingers from his mouth with a wicked smile, parting the digits to lick at the webbing instead, where a drip of cum had slipped.
Hypno groaned, punching Wels in the thigh with absolutely no force. “Jerk. You suck.”
“I do. Well, even.”
“Oh, you—!”
Wels giggled, leaning over to kiss Hypno. Hypno made a complaining noise into it, but kissed back, a quick yet steady connection they lingered on for a few seconds, before Wels sat back up.
“Where do you keep washcloths?” Wels asked.
Hypno frowned. “Hey, no, I can do that. You did—”
“Where?”
Hypno met his gaze for a moment, a challenge in his eyes that Wels met steadily. Finally, Hypno sighed. “Bathroom cabinet, on the left.”
Wels hummed out a thanks, leaving the bed to go fetch a few cloths. He washed his hands, then wet a few of the cloths, using one to wipe himself down to a point where he was semi-comfortable, taking a moment to glance at the darkening trail of hickies along his neck in the mirror, trace the edges of some of the more tender ones in awe.
There were actually slight dents left further down, where the marks got darker. Wels couldn’t help feeling like a canvas, painted with a work of art, designed for display. How long would these last? How easy would it be to take off his helmet and let everyone see the edges of the marks bestowed upon him?
Not that he would ever. He was too much of a coward for stunts like that.
Hypno had barely moved when Wels returned to the bedroom. His arms were flopped into the blankets behind him, head tilted to watch Wels as he walked in. His lips parted slightly, as though with words that didn’t come, the expression on his face characteristically unreadable again but somehow softer than Wels usually saw it.
They stayed in that hushed quiet as Wels sat on the edge of the bed, guiding Hypno so he would wipe away cum and lube with a damp washcloth. He gently traced that tanned skin, those subtle muscles, cleaning the mess away from strong thighs like worshipping an altar.
“You’re beautiful.” Wels whispered, the first sound between them in a few long minutes.
Hypno hummed noncommittally, and Wels paused, looking up to find the other man staring up at the ceiling. He studied how his expression had shifted, how his brow was now slightly furrowed, lips tilted into a frown. Deciding he’d cleaned up enough, Wels tossed the washcloth so it landed on the previously discarded boxers, to be dealt with later.
“Copper for your thoughts?”
Dark eyes turned to look at him slowly, the frown deepening slightly as Hypno considered Wels. “I…um. I feel like I didn’t do enough.”
“You did.” Wels assured. “You were perfect.”
“I wasn’t very good at leading.”
“I’m used to that.”
“Doesn’t change the fact I could have done better.”
Wels shook his head. “It’s late. We’re tired. We’re horny. We’re bound to fumble things in this state. I enjoyed it, and I don’t regret it. If it bothers you that much, there’s always the future…if you want.”
“Yeah,” Hypno let his head fall back into the covers, staring up at the ceiling like he could look through it to the stars beyond. “Future.”
There was something more going on, Wels could tell, but his own words echoed back at him in his mind. It was late. They were tired. Pushing in hopes of figuring everything out now wouldn’t help.
It could wait.
“Do you want clothes?” Wels asked.
“…Um, don’t know. Nah.”
“Then come here.”
Hypno blinked, focusing on him again as Wels held out his hands to him. Hesitantly, like his skin might suddenly have turned to burning flames since they had last touched, Hypno reached out. Those nimble, calloused hands were placed in strong, gnarled ones, with all the delicacy of featherweight.
Wels tightened the grip, pulling Hypno forward as he himself fell back. Hypno flinched as they tipped, flailing to grab hold of Wels arms, and then they both landed safely in the pillows with a fwump.
Hypno gradually relaxed as Wels fished around for his blanket, pulling it over the both of them, enveloping them in the fluffy warmth. Then, finally, he was able to fully turn his attention to Hypno, who remained just as quiet as Wels began to trace the lines along his spine.
“You alright?” He prompted.
All he got from that was a nod against his skin, and continued silence that filled the air like muck.
There was an idea, a half-formed thought itching at Wels’ brain. Maybe he was wrong, but…but he had to say it. "You know I’m not going anywhere, right? Not unless you want me to.”
Again, Hypno just hummed, resting his head against Wels’ shoulder, his breath ghosting over the marked skin. Like a mirror to how the night had started, except now they were both naked, and the world had shifted around them.
“I’m sorry…” Wels muttered. Even he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.
“You also did amazing.” Hypno finally said. “That was wonderful. It was great. I loved it. You have nothing to apologize for. I just— there’s a lot going on in my head, and I’ll explain later. Just— fuck it, hold me…please?”
And Wels could do that.
He wrapped himself around Hypno in every little way he could. Hugged him, buried his face in his hair, drank in the scent he’d wondered over a hundred times before and was finally free to discover. Hypno was warm and there and perfect, a weight as calming as the blanket.
Wels would worry. He was good at that. He would worry over Hypno’s thoughts and Hypno’s wishes and Hypno’s concerns, but it wouldn’t serve them now. He could wait until those anxieties might be granted to him, and he could help smooth the rough edges
But for now the crickets were chirping outside, the first songs of morningbirds were sounding, and Hypno was finally relaxing against his side.
And maybe, if he dared to hope, Wels thought this might be enough to let him sleep.