315. watch you sleep

[want_to_jog]

i watch you...
fast asleep

maybe this happened completely by chance, or maybe you're just a creepy stalker like that guy from twilight. but however it happened, you've come across someone, and they're fast asleep. maybe they're in a cozy bed, or maybe they went to sleep in the woods. but either way, you've found them here - now what will you do?

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FIVE. quick, put on his hitsuji de oyasumi track /)///(\

[naochansensei]

[ It's a hot island night and there's not even a breeze making its way through Homare's room at the dojo -- so Naoshi can understand that sudden roll that tosses both the covers and his sleep-cuddling off, really.

But then the bleary, drowsy kitty is treated to the sight of Homare uncharacteristically sprawling, bedclothes askew and... he just can't help sliding his hand slowly across Homare's bared stomach. ]

DONE X( also the RNG comes to bite you back: 7

[noppo_sempai]

「 He's dreamed of home, like he has so many other nights. He stretches out on his futon, feeling a not unwelcome pressure in his stomach, even moaning a little-whether it's because of his dream or something else, who knows? 」

...this is not turning out as expected but nevertheless, beautiful

[naochansensei]

[ Oh god stars Naoshi what are you doing. He doesn't even know, he's only barely on this side of "awake", himself. But something about the moonlit sight of Homare sprawling so bonelessly and vulnerably, when he's ordinarily so uptight and proper, just completely hooks his attention and he can't reel it back.

He scoots in close again, leaning on his side next to the other, hand roaming up Homare's shirt to graze across his ribs almost of its own accord. ]

that's the RNG for yo =w=

[noppo_sempai]

「 You've even got some neck there, considering how he's stretching it out to the moonlight, with the rest of him only loosely hidden by his bedclothes…

But enough of that. While you're sweeping his dojo he's finally stirring awake, the last vestiges of that nightmare with Oushirou dive-bombing him in a catsuit fading away, just when he's about to strike… 」 Mmmh…

[naochansensei]

[ Naoshi swallows almost nervously, throat clicking. Some part of his hindbrain is aware he really probably shouldn't be doing this, but the part that's up front, half-asleep and captivated, has extremely poor judgement. It likes those little noises Homare's making. Those are good little noises, right?

It's perfectly natural to let his finger tease across a nipple, and lean in and start dotting a line of slow little kisses along his jawline, right? ]

[noppo_sempai]

「 He squirms under him, as if responding, and his mouth falls open in a satisfied(?) sigh. Dammit Oushirou quit slobbering all over him he doesn't want to buy your-

PUNCH 」

[naochansensei]

Grrrmgph!

[ Okay he probably deserved that and rolls over on his back, whimpering and clutching his poor little nose, muffling his own pained sounds with his eyes clenched tight. Stupid Naoshi, stupid! ]

[noppo_sempai]

「 Okay wait he's supposed to feel satisfied about that, except…well he would be as soon as he realizes what's going on. He'd be pretty satisfied at doing that to anyone badtouching him anyway, but who could blame Naoshi?

He wearily rubs at his eyes, feeling oddly…tingly all over, though he pushes that thought away when he sees his bedmate having a…nightmare? 」 Naoshi?

[naochansensei]

[ He squints a watery eye open briefly -- oh stars apparently the strong muscles it takes to draw a bow also mean a powerful right hook -- then rolls over on his side, facing away from his partner, still clutching his face. At least it's dark, and that along with his hands hides the red flush across his features from combined pain, shame, and embarrassment? ]

[noppo_sempai]

「 Oh, okay, now it's all coming back to him oh dear stars. Had he punched his bedmate in his sleep? Most likely.

He leans in and puts a hand over his, cupping his face, and his look is one of embarrassment and apology. 」 Are you all right?

[naochansensei]

[ Naoshi glances up from the corner of his eye, sheepishly, then looks down again. It's almost a marvel his face isn't a neon red glow in the night. He drops his eyes again but leaves his nose and mouth covered, his hands muffling his voice. ] Guess I deserved that....

[noppo_sempai]

What is it? 「 He brushes against the little man's fingers. Did he hit you that bad? 」 I-I'm sorry.

[naochansensei]

Did you...have to punch that hard? [ he deserved it, but has to ask. ] it was just a kiss... [ And then some. (ok_ok) ]

[noppo_sempai]

「 …Did his dream come true after all 」 A k-kiss… 「 What was the first part again 」

[naochansensei]

You woke me up... And you looked..... [ Yeah just gonna... stay there on his side facing away, and pull his pillow over his head and hide away completely. ] sorry......

[noppo_sempai]

「 Well. Well. He's not sure if he should be flattered, or…really? Even in his sleep? He can feel the flush creeping up his cheeks, but he tries to ignore that as he studies the little man's face. 」 But are you all right? I have bandages…