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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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[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?

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[SO GUY PUT IT IN.

AND LO, IT WAS GOOD.]