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[Asch hasn't really been sleeping well for the past few months; since the house became more... crowded, shall we say, and he and Guy started sleeping separately all the time. After the draft (and that one night with Guy there again) things got worse again, and tonight, for no particular reason, he wakes silently and in a cold sweat, sitting up awkwardly in his bed. Stupid dreams... he'd be much happier without any of them. And he never feels like going back to sleep after one of those, so he immediately gets out of bed, dragging on a robe and heading out into the hall. At first he glances over at Guy's door, lingering for a moment. To stay, or to go...

...maybe later. Instead, he grabs a mug of tea from the kitchen and heads outside, ignoring the cold and the snow- the robe's enough. He'll be watching the stars and the horizon for a while.

Well before the sun rises, he'll head back inside, going to Guy's door instead of his own. It only takes him a moment to step into it, but rather than walking right over, he lingers at the door for a while, hesitating.]

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[Guy senses Asch's hesitation, feels him tense up and pulls back after a bit.]

Want to just sleep?

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No, I- [Asch purses his lips, visibly annoyed, then tugs against Guy's neck a bit, dragging him down for another kiss.] I don't want to sleep. [Not now, not after the night he's had.

And not after that, either.]

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[Fff well okay, that was a little more aggressive an answer than he was expecting, but it probably shouldn't come as a surprise.

Considering Asch NEVER JERKS OFF EVER.

Oh well, Asch will punch him if he goes too far. Or something. So Guy rolls over on top of Asch and slips a hand up his shirt.]

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[Asch shoves aside any sort of negative or insecure response; it's not Guy's fault, and he's pretty sure that any misgivings he might have will be dispelled just by trying, so dammit, he's going to try. It's not like this is their first time, either.

He has to remind himself of the whole process, so it takes him a moment to react beyond what Guy's already doing to him. It's not long, though, before he grasps at Guy's clothes, tugging urgently at the buttons and trying to access bare skin. This is the best kind of distraction.]

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[Asch, you realize you're wearing your grumpy face, right?

At least Guy can't see his expression because he's too busy kissing down Asch's throat again.]

Mmm- mind if I keep my socks on? It's freezing. [That was a joke.]

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[When is he ever not wearing his grumpy face?

And in typical genius Asch fashion, he doesn't recognize it as a joke. Stupid Fabre genes.]

I don't care what you wear so long as these are off. [His reply is muffled, face nuzzled against Guy's hair, as a hand brushes over Guy's hip.]

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You're awfully eager. [Guy scrapes his teeth over Asch's skin, taking one of Asch's hands and lacing their fingers together, pressing their fists into the pillow beside Asch's head.]

1/2

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I don't hear you complaining... [He groans slightly at the feel of those teeth, fingers clenching slightly around Guy's hand. His free arm winds up to grasp Guy's waist, holding him close.]

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[....And then abruptly shoves him, releasing his hand and letting him fall right off the edge of the bed.]

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AH-!



[WHUMPF.

What.

The hell.

Was that for.]

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[Asch rolls to peer over the edge of the bed, chin propped up on his hands, looking rather smug.]

You're allowed to complain now.

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Asch.

There's a few things you should never do to a guy who's been on the shelf for over two months. That was one of them.

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Doesn't it feel nostalgic, though? We haven't done that for a long time.

[Somehow this is rather... liberating, actually.]

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It feels cold is what it feels like. [Guy gets up and shoves Asch over to climb back under the covers.] I'm too cold to pamper you now. I have to warm up before I develop hypothermia.

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...When someone gives you permission to complain, you really let go, don't you?

[Still, it is cold, anyway. Guy may or may not be serious, who knows? But on the off chance that he is, well... Asch can pick up where he left off. If he has to.

He shifts to lie on his side against Guy, hand trailing over the front of Guy's shirt.]

Do you need me to check if anything's turned blue?

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[Something's blue all right, and it's not in his shirt. Let's get back to it already.]

Mmmm no, I think I'll be fine.

[Guy's not sure if Asch is at all frustrated, but he knows how to find out. By pressing a hand against his hip and sloowwwly moving it between his legs.] You?

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[Well, that didn't take long. Asch shifts his hips under Guy's hand, lip twitching a little as he tries to keep a straight face.]

You might want to check. I was outside for a while.

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Fair enough.

[So Guy dives under the covers like a little kid, pushes Asch onto his back and wrenches his pants off of his hips. His voice is muffled when he speaks.]

Oh, I see, you were out in the cold a long time.

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[HEY HEY HEY.

Asch reddens, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. He lifts a leg and lightly smacks his foot on Guy's back, muttering.] Shut up! Jerk.

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[Guy snickers, but don't worry Asch! He knows how to fix your little problem.

LOVE WITH MOUTH. How's that?]

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[...........

INSTANT.

FORGIVENESS.]

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[Yeah, he thought so. He's had two months on the shelf, but at least he practices healthy male habits. Asch probably doesn't use his dick for anything but the bare essentials and then wonders why he's pissed off all the time.

Well, getting Asch laid -or laying Asch, however this turns out- is like doing Luceti a favor. So you're welcome, Luceti. Be grateful.

Guy does something awesome with his tongue and lips because he knows Asch will like it.]

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[Asch likes it. He definitely likes it. After this long he's probably about ready to explode, and all semblance of straight face has gone right out the window. The memories are coming back more and more now, and the most prominent one is "Guy is amazing".

A hand scrambles at the blanket briefly before settling in Guy's hair. Yyyyyeah, need some more of that, please.]

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[And Asch will get some more of that, but not too much more. Guy doesn't want Asch to finish off too soon, so he pulls back before too long and emerges from beneath the blankets.

He does, however, wrap his fingers around Asch and keep stroking him with long, steady movements. Just because he doesn't want Asch to finish doesn't mean he wants him to wind back down.]

There, that's better, huh? [Guy leans up to kiss Asch's cheek.] I missed seeing your face like this.

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[Hold that thought, having difficulty breathing here...

....okay, good now.]

Ha... so that's why. [Not exactly the best comeback - not even a comeback, really - but it's hard to think when one is getting aroused after months of celibacy.]