[Shouto doesn't remember falling asleep. He remembers sitting down with Katsuki, remembers eating, remembers...
Remembers Katsuki cuddling close. Remembers Katsuki holding his hand, fingers stroking his palm in a way that was astonishingly gentle and not at all what he expected. Remembers liking it, more than a little.
The thoughts aren't as shocking as they might be, if he weren't still so comfortable and warm, his mind hazy and lazy as he drifts. He's on the couch, he knows; somewhere in the course of napping he's gone from sitting up to stretched out full length, his entire body feeling heavy.
Of course, maybe it's not just his body. There's a weight on his chest and hips, pressing him into the soft cushions, a weight that seems to move slightly as he does, breathing with him. And then there's the feeling of something soft and spiky tickling his cheek, and something else warm and soft and strangely firm under his hand. Skin, he thinks. Skin, and not his.
It's curiousity that finally gets him to crack an eye, glancing down to see a familiar blond head aggressively burrowed into his shoulder, and down a little more to see his hand flat against the small of Katsuki's back.
Huh.
Maybe he should move. Katsuki's bound to freak out about this when he wakes up. But he's so comfortable...maybe if he just leaves his eyes closed, it'll be fine?? It'll be fine. Probably.
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Remembers Katsuki cuddling close. Remembers Katsuki holding his hand, fingers stroking his palm in a way that was astonishingly gentle and not at all what he expected. Remembers liking it, more than a little.
The thoughts aren't as shocking as they might be, if he weren't still so comfortable and warm, his mind hazy and lazy as he drifts. He's on the couch, he knows; somewhere in the course of napping he's gone from sitting up to stretched out full length, his entire body feeling heavy.
Of course, maybe it's not just his body. There's a weight on his chest and hips, pressing him into the soft cushions, a weight that seems to move slightly as he does, breathing with him. And then there's the feeling of something soft and spiky tickling his cheek, and something else warm and soft and strangely firm under his hand. Skin, he thinks. Skin, and not his.
It's curiousity that finally gets him to crack an eye, glancing down to see a familiar blond head aggressively burrowed into his shoulder, and down a little more to see his hand flat against the small of Katsuki's back.
Huh.
Maybe he should move. Katsuki's bound to freak out about this when he wakes up. But he's so comfortable...maybe if he just leaves his eyes closed, it'll be fine?? It'll be fine. Probably.
He still doesn't move his hand.]