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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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[....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.]

WHY THE SHOUTA ICON, WHY

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Maybe I just like doing things for you. [Guy twists his hand and nips at Asch's ear.]

BECAUSE YOU DO THAT WHEN I USE IT

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[Asch shudders, grip clenching, still nestled in Guy's hair.] I can't see you doing it so much if you hated it.

you're such a bitch.

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Haha, I do like seeing you rattled. [Again with the hand, and rolling a thumb over his tip too.]

and yet you love me

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You're a bastard. [It's said without venom, though, because the motion of Guy's hand has Asch squirming, free hand twisting in the sheets. Rather than just letting Guy do whatever he wants, though, he retaliates by dragging Guy down, roughly pressing their lips together.]

i must be sick in the head

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[Sure, Guy'll go with that. Kissing now, and quickening the pace with his hand. Hopefully he'll get some kind of signal before Asch gets too far, otherwise he'll have to start all over again and he's getting just a little bit eager himself.]

alas she cannae be cured

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[Surprisingly enough, the signal comes from Asch himself; the kiss continues for a long moment before Asch shifts his hand to Guy's shoulder and pushes him back with a gasp, eyes clenching.]

Stop, stop. I'm gonna...

[He's often not sure if Guy wants to let him finish and try for round 2 or do it together, but this time? He'd rather do it right the first time, anyway. Even if it is kind of agonizing to wait.]

bb if there's a cure i don't want it

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[Guy stops, then pulls away and rolls over to reach for his nightstand drawer to give Asch a breather as he looks for some lubrication.

Yeah, he's sort of in a hurry too.]

THEN QUIT YER BITCHIN

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[Asch isn't going to complain, since he kind of is too; that's probably made obvious by the way he lifts himself up to wrap his arms around Guy's waist while he searches the nightstand, fingers tugging at his pants to drag them down. It's awfully stupid to be the only one naked.]