RP Log - Akaya, Bunta
When: About an hour or so after this one.
What: Cute and fluff. Possibly Belle & I's SHORTEST LOG EVERRRRR.
Nothing beat that feeling of being stuffed full of delicious food. It left behind a languid kind of laziness that just screamed for a bed and a few hours in which to waste the rest of the day napping, or so thought the sleepy-eyed redhead standing just outside his boyfriend's door waiting for a key to be turned and lock to be undone so he could tackle the chore of staking a claim on half of the bed waiting for him.
Akaya had done as promised, taken him out to scarf down every little bit of delicious that Bunta could think about consuming in mass quantities, and now that his stomach was fill to bursting the petite bundle of sleepiness wanted nothing more than a nap. Okay, he could do with boyfriend snuggles too, but a nap sounded wonderful also.
Key was fitted to lock and the door pushed open, Akaya standing to the side to allow the other man through. Okay, so technically he did have a class this afternoon but it wasn't anything he couldn't blow off and make up later; being quite full himself the nap idea didn't sound so bad. Shoes were kicked off and the door was latched behind them, one hand pushing lightly against the small of Bunta's back.
"Don't steal all my blankets." He instructed as he disappeared into the bathroom to take care of some business first. A full bladder wasn't ever the most comfortable thing to try to sleep with, afterall.
Bunta rolled his eyes on his way to the bed. His shirt was off and gone, before he really thought about it and following it were his pants. Akaya should have known better than giving him access to the blankets first, because he did, indeed, steal them all and made a nice little nest to hide himself away beneath while violet eyes slipped closed on a wave of sleepiness.
He hadn't bothered with rezipping his pants on the way out, shirt tugged over his head and tossed to the floor as Akaya paused at the foot of the bed. Hands at his hips, a slight frown and a raised eyebrow were focused towards his boyfriend, nose twitching slightly. "Didn't I say 'don't steal my blankets'?" Not fair! Under normal circumstances there was plenty room for both of them but not when Bunta stole them all and made his little nest.
Bunta peeked out of his cocoon to stare sleepily at his boyfriend. His heart did a little dancing flutter at the sight, and he pondered finding the energy to fully appreciate the sexy image of Akaya half dressed with his pants barely clinging to his hips. "I got to 'em first." He pointed out with a grin as he shamelessly wiggled around, expressively sighing and murmuring over the warmth of the covers in question a second later.
"When you bring yours in, you can steal all you want. But now, they're mine." Pants were eventually slipped back down slender hips and kicked aside as Akaya stalked forward, hovering just over the pile of blankets before doing the first thing that came to mind: pouncing. He'd fight for his blankets, damnit, and besides, if Bunta wanted warmth and all that he had a perfectly good human heater straddling him at the moment.
"And what do I get, if I give them over?" Bunta stubbornly asked with a curl of his arm over the largest section of blankets that covered his torso when his boyfriend's weight settled over him. He peered up at Akaya from with the nest of red silk that framed his face, completely cocky and arrogant in the unspoken demand that he gain something for giving up his current supply of heat.
"Me, duh. A source of heat. Blankets don't give heat, they only insulate and make you think your warm blankets aren't your own body heat." Fingers curled in his blanket, tugging and poking and generally trying to steal the damn things back and actually get under them. "Besides, if you don't, I'll freeze and die and then you'd have to deal with a dead me and I'll come back to haunt you and make your life hell."
"Damn it, that tickles." Bunta complained when fingers poked and prodded, losing his hold on the blankets in the resulting wriggle-fest that took place, until he lost all control of them and saw his boyfriend held the advantage. "But maybe I like alive Akaya better than a cold, dead one." Yeah, most definitely, since a decaying corpse did nothing for his libido.
"That was the point." Akaya grinned, yanking the blanket back and quickly squirming his way around and under. And now that that was done and over, that nap sounded mighty nice and he was going to fully abuse the heat a warm body beside him gave off . He scooted closer, one arm reaching out to curl around Bunta's waist and pulling him against his chest. "Sharing blankets ain't all that bad, right?" So long as Bunta was sharing blankets with him and no one else.
"I believe I'll reserve judgment on that theory." Bunta sassily, if somewhat sleepily, replied as he curled into the warm body next to his. Violet eyes closed, lashes lowering to fan across his cheekbones when a purr of contentment followed the words. Better-definitely much better than sleeping Akaya-less as he had been doing for the past week.
"Brat." His tone was nothing but affectionate even with the namecalling - Bunta always had been and probably always would be a brat. Fingers ruffled through the other man's hair gently, head tilting to press a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's forehead as he nestled in for some serious sleep-time. It was good this way, to have his best friend at his side again - he wasn't sure when it was they'd originally stopped the sleeping together every night thing after high school but hopefully it would be happening more often again.
"But your brat." Bunta reassured his boyfriend on a sleepy yawn. He snuggled closer, wedging one leg between Akaya's and slid an arm around the waist he had been known previously to hold onto for dear life while asleep, making it difficult for his snuggle buddy of his high school years to sneak out of bed.
"Right." That was it. That was all he really needed (for the time being). The comfort of knowing the young man who held his heart was still there no matter how much or often they argued and fought. But to some extent Akaya liked it that way, Bunta in most cases was fun to poke and prod at if only to get some sort of reaction out of him. Nothing wrong with a little harmless fun, right? Right.
What: Cute and fluff. Possibly Belle & I's SHORTEST LOG EVERRRRR.
Nothing beat that feeling of being stuffed full of delicious food. It left behind a languid kind of laziness that just screamed for a bed and a few hours in which to waste the rest of the day napping, or so thought the sleepy-eyed redhead standing just outside his boyfriend's door waiting for a key to be turned and lock to be undone so he could tackle the chore of staking a claim on half of the bed waiting for him.
Akaya had done as promised, taken him out to scarf down every little bit of delicious that Bunta could think about consuming in mass quantities, and now that his stomach was fill to bursting the petite bundle of sleepiness wanted nothing more than a nap. Okay, he could do with boyfriend snuggles too, but a nap sounded wonderful also.
Key was fitted to lock and the door pushed open, Akaya standing to the side to allow the other man through. Okay, so technically he did have a class this afternoon but it wasn't anything he couldn't blow off and make up later; being quite full himself the nap idea didn't sound so bad. Shoes were kicked off and the door was latched behind them, one hand pushing lightly against the small of Bunta's back.
"Don't steal all my blankets." He instructed as he disappeared into the bathroom to take care of some business first. A full bladder wasn't ever the most comfortable thing to try to sleep with, afterall.
Bunta rolled his eyes on his way to the bed. His shirt was off and gone, before he really thought about it and following it were his pants. Akaya should have known better than giving him access to the blankets first, because he did, indeed, steal them all and made a nice little nest to hide himself away beneath while violet eyes slipped closed on a wave of sleepiness.
He hadn't bothered with rezipping his pants on the way out, shirt tugged over his head and tossed to the floor as Akaya paused at the foot of the bed. Hands at his hips, a slight frown and a raised eyebrow were focused towards his boyfriend, nose twitching slightly. "Didn't I say 'don't steal my blankets'?" Not fair! Under normal circumstances there was plenty room for both of them but not when Bunta stole them all and made his little nest.
Bunta peeked out of his cocoon to stare sleepily at his boyfriend. His heart did a little dancing flutter at the sight, and he pondered finding the energy to fully appreciate the sexy image of Akaya half dressed with his pants barely clinging to his hips. "I got to 'em first." He pointed out with a grin as he shamelessly wiggled around, expressively sighing and murmuring over the warmth of the covers in question a second later.
"When you bring yours in, you can steal all you want. But now, they're mine." Pants were eventually slipped back down slender hips and kicked aside as Akaya stalked forward, hovering just over the pile of blankets before doing the first thing that came to mind: pouncing. He'd fight for his blankets, damnit, and besides, if Bunta wanted warmth and all that he had a perfectly good human heater straddling him at the moment.
"And what do I get, if I give them over?" Bunta stubbornly asked with a curl of his arm over the largest section of blankets that covered his torso when his boyfriend's weight settled over him. He peered up at Akaya from with the nest of red silk that framed his face, completely cocky and arrogant in the unspoken demand that he gain something for giving up his current supply of heat.
"Me, duh. A source of heat. Blankets don't give heat, they only insulate and make you think your warm blankets aren't your own body heat." Fingers curled in his blanket, tugging and poking and generally trying to steal the damn things back and actually get under them. "Besides, if you don't, I'll freeze and die and then you'd have to deal with a dead me and I'll come back to haunt you and make your life hell."
"Damn it, that tickles." Bunta complained when fingers poked and prodded, losing his hold on the blankets in the resulting wriggle-fest that took place, until he lost all control of them and saw his boyfriend held the advantage. "But maybe I like alive Akaya better than a cold, dead one." Yeah, most definitely, since a decaying corpse did nothing for his libido.
"That was the point." Akaya grinned, yanking the blanket back and quickly squirming his way around and under. And now that that was done and over, that nap sounded mighty nice and he was going to fully abuse the heat a warm body beside him gave off . He scooted closer, one arm reaching out to curl around Bunta's waist and pulling him against his chest. "Sharing blankets ain't all that bad, right?" So long as Bunta was sharing blankets with him and no one else.
"I believe I'll reserve judgment on that theory." Bunta sassily, if somewhat sleepily, replied as he curled into the warm body next to his. Violet eyes closed, lashes lowering to fan across his cheekbones when a purr of contentment followed the words. Better-definitely much better than sleeping Akaya-less as he had been doing for the past week.
"Brat." His tone was nothing but affectionate even with the namecalling - Bunta always had been and probably always would be a brat. Fingers ruffled through the other man's hair gently, head tilting to press a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's forehead as he nestled in for some serious sleep-time. It was good this way, to have his best friend at his side again - he wasn't sure when it was they'd originally stopped the sleeping together every night thing after high school but hopefully it would be happening more often again.
"But your brat." Bunta reassured his boyfriend on a sleepy yawn. He snuggled closer, wedging one leg between Akaya's and slid an arm around the waist he had been known previously to hold onto for dear life while asleep, making it difficult for his snuggle buddy of his high school years to sneak out of bed.
"Right." That was it. That was all he really needed (for the time being). The comfort of knowing the young man who held his heart was still there no matter how much or often they argued and fought. But to some extent Akaya liked it that way, Bunta in most cases was fun to poke and prod at if only to get some sort of reaction out of him. Nothing wrong with a little harmless fun, right? Right.