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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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Asch-

[Guy is pulled back when Asch tugs at his pajama bottoms and sighs.] Asch, you're making this a lot more difficult than it has to be.

[Asch mumbles something unintelligible, going back to work on Guy's shirt. He drags it off Guy's shoulders, discarding it and kissing up his spine. Give him a minute, will you?]

[Fff well okay, if you want.

Guy shivers, hand resting on the knob of the drawer before he pulls it open and starts to rummage, a bit distracted by Asch's breath against his back.]

[With the pants loose and out of the way, Asch is free to try his own sort of coaxing, one hand rubbing over Guy's front while the other strokes his stomach, mouth still working its way up to his neck and hairline. Guy has such a nice back, he really can't help but touch it.]

Ahh... [Guy shudders again and arches, pressing back against Asch and gripping the edge of the open drawer.]

Asch...

[Asch can't help but smirk a little, pleased by the role-reversal. He wraps his hand fully around Guy's length, tilting his head so his lips are closer to the other man's ear.]

I missed hearing this, too.

[When Asch's fingers curl around him Guy throws an arm back, flailing for a second until he manages to grip Asch's thigh tightly.

He lets out a slow breath, squeezing Asch's leg and pressing back against him more pointedly this time, practically grinding.]

S-so did you want to...to get started or what?

[Much as he's enjoying this, he doesn't plan on waiting around forever. Not to mention they can't take all night, otherwise they'll wake Luke up, and that would just end badly. So after one final stroke, Asch nods, slowly withdrawing to sit back on the bed and let Guy turn around.]

[Neither does Guy, but hello.

As soon as Asch withdraws Guy rolls over and pounces, pressing against Asch and kissing him hard, grinding their hips together.]

[That? Was almost worth waiting for. And Asch reacts immediately, arching his body to press back against Guy's, hands sliding up to grab ahold of whatever he can reach. He's more than ready to take this further; this isn't just about distracting himself anymore.]

[SO GUY PUT IT IN.

AND LO, IT WAS GOOD.]

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that icon still looks like asch wiggling out of a pair of panties beneath his dress

well he does wear tights, what else would fit under them

tell me it's a black thong with a heart on the crotch

and pink lining on all the edges

no lace though. too itchy.

he'd rip it off if there was any.

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