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The cold never once registered to him. Maybe it was a perk of being dead. The little things didn't matter as much, as did things that would normally bother a living being. He could barely make out that touch. It was light, something he could easily dismiss as haze in his sleep.

But he stirred slightly from it, letting out a breath as he shifted position. His head tilted up, exposing a bit more of his neck and chest. The sun warmed him somewhat and drove the fatigue from his bones.

His thumb gently trailed over the wet fabric. His hand moved again, fingers sliding across Ron's chest, then up, past and long his collarbone, to his throat and then finally, his chin, cheek, and along his hair until he reached his forehead. He pressed the back of his hand to it.

Ah, they were gods... did hey even get sick? He kept his hand there for a moment as he looked down at Ron. How did he wind up in his bed...? Did he... they must have walked here, but he barely remembered...

"..." His eyes lowered a bit. Te last time Ron was over, he had told him about his... boyfriend... returning and...

Then suddenly he came out of nowhere and saved him... like some strange prince from a storybook...

Ronald found himself leaning into that touch subconsciously. How strange... it felt... welcome. If this was some kind of fever dream, then he wanted it to continue. Oddly, it was the calmest he had felt since he'd been whisked away from London. Nearly half a year of hiding in the dark, sleeping in empty classrooms, hardly any respite.. it was hell. And now here he was in a warm bed with that touch that felt even more like home than any had ever been.

He let out another breath followed by a soft 'mm..' as he turned his head to lightly brush against those fingers. Whatever it was, he would savor it for as long as the sensation would allow.

"...You must be tired," He murmured, though it was soft, so soft that maybe not even the man he was speaking to could hear it. His fingers brushed away some of Ron's hair. But then...

His lips became of interest for a moment, and he found himself staring at them. Kissing. Ron had kissed him--been his first kiss... and then his second...

They always ended up kissing, somehow, when they were together, and he found himself feeling... odd, because of the way things had been left off last. Ron's boyfriend had returned. Whatever little odd... flirty thing they had going on had t come to a close. Like he said, it had been fun while it lasted. But...

A finger slowly traced along Ron's bottom lip. It was softer than it looked. His finger moved away, hand resting on Ron's chest.

He should let him sleep...

He should.... should...

Not be leaning in to kiss him, even if his mind was saying, 'just one last time'.

Ronald could barely make out the words. Tired...? Yes, he was. But it was a shallow sort of fatigue. One that could be easily wiped away once he was fully awake. But his body didn't really want to wake up. Not just yet. Deep in him, he hungered for this. It satisfied an ache in him that he had to fight back all those months in that cursed school.

Respite.

Calm.

His lips parted to speak but he felt himself silenced before he could reply. That warm kiss made him close his eyes once more. Ronald moved one hand up, his fingertips barely ghosting the other god's chest and brushing lower against his side. Warm. Real. This truly was happening. He'd found some real sanctuary somehow. He let out another breath, breaking away ever so slightly just so he could study Watanuki through hazy half-lidded eyes.

It was him. The answer seemed to satisfy him as he leaned in for another kiss, just as light and warm as what was given.

Ah--he woke him...!

Only for any exclamation to be halted by another kiss. He could feel his face start to heat up as he accepted the other kiss. It was soft, just like Ron's lips had been.

But he knew he shouldn't be kissing him... but...

His fingers barely ghosted over the other god's waist, slowly sliding up his back as he deepened the kiss. He shouldn't be doing this... he should be trying to sort things out but it felt right. Oddly.

Perhaps it was his half asleep haze that drew him in more but part of him wanted to be here, wanted to be kissing someone -- this someone, in particular. And it's what had him taking that second kiss... and a third... and one more to have his lips ghosting against the other's even as he kept an arm around his waist.

Edited 2016-11-10 16:11 (UTC)

This was... bad...

But here he was, still kissing him, tangled up in his sheets even as Ron's arm came wrapping around his waist, pulling him in closer. Those kisses remained soft and sweet as first, but with each passing one became slowly, increasingly more demanding, at a time, soft and brief. The sound of their lips connecting and parting sounded like gunshots in his ears with each little smack.

Bad, yes. Disastrous, possibly.

If Ronald was more coherent, it would have registered in his mind by now that this was probably something that he shouldn't be encouraging but gods did he want to. His hold tightened, fingertips pressing lightly against that soft pliant flesh beneath them as he drew Watanuki closer. But even as his heart raced, he lightly pulled back. Each breath was heavy on his chest as he shook his head as if to clear the fog from his brain. "You're alright then?" the reaper murmured, finding himself nosing ever so slightly against the curve of the other god's neck. It was an oddly intimate gesture, being so close to another like this but again. He found he couldn't help himself.

At first, he didn't know what to say. There was only silence on his end. "I...

"Ah..." And then, he nodded slowly. "Yes. I'm.. I'm fine..." He felt ashamed, suddenly. he had just started kissing him while he was sleeping... he had practically taken advantage of him...!

"Good..." he sighed, that breath slipping out by the curve of the other's neck.

"Were in a bad way yesterday... bit worried you wouldn't be come morning..." Ronald added quietly. His arm remained still, keeping the other pressed close against him. His fingers idly drifted, as if his touch was an attempt to calm the other god given his sudden stammering.

"..." He remained in place, letting Ron hold him. His fingers felt nice on his bare skin.

"I didn't think..." He began slowly. "That you...

"...Wanted anything to do with me..."

There was a soft chuckle that escaped him as he hugged Watanuki tight, burrowing his face into his hair. Already he felt himself gaining coherence. But it was probably just as well.

"Bloody idiot..." he murmured, eyes closing. "M'not like that. Wouldn't very well have bothered staying if I was fit to drop you like a rotten bit of fruit."

His body relaxed a little. He could feel Ron's warm breath against him.

"...I'm glad, then." He felt... oddly relieved. He had been wound up tight the past week, and he knew it was because of what had transpired between them, but he had gone on to do things as normal. But a little cloud had been hanging over his head that he could not shake. Suddenly, it was gone.

"Um... were you the one who...

"...Undressed me...?"

It took a while but he was finally awake. Ronald didn't move however, content to lie where he was with Watanuki pressed against him.

"Mm?" he murmured. "Yeah. Hope you don't mind. Couldn't have you sopping wet all night."

He let out a breath. "Course.. bleeding good that did me. Might've soaked into your sheets. Wasn't aiming to fall asleep." the reaper continued. "Just couldn't help meself. Knackered like no one's business."

"Yeah." And again, he found his fingers on the buttons of Ron's shirt. "...You got... my bed all wet..." And his fingers gently slipped underneath the fabric, touching the still clammy skin.

"...You're cold..." He murmured faintly. "Do you want me to...

"...Help warm you up?"

Again, another chuckle. Were these in different circumstances, he certainly would have taken that another way. Idly, his mind wandered to more intimate fare but... no, reel it in, Knox. You can't scare Watanuki off like that. But he had to admit, the gesture was not entirely unwelcome.

"Muchly appreciated, sweetheart..." he replied as he loosened his arm's grip around the other god's waist. "If you could prolly stand a bit more time with me here then who am I to say no, eh?"

Sweetheart. He couldn't deny the small pound in his chest every time he called him that... even if it was just a nickname he used for anyone. But he was moving, slowly undoing the buttons of Ron's shirt.

"...You have to get out of your wet clothes first, you know." His face was turning red... but it was only fair! Ron had seen him naked...! NAKED?!?! OH MY GOD HE HAD SEEN HIM NAKED.

"B-but I'm not doing this because I want to see you naked or anything!!!" Okay yeah, smooth Watanuki.

Ronald did offer the smallest smile. This was so very much like him. "S'only fair." he chuckled softly though he did glance aside uneasily somewhat. If he had to take his shirt off...

But it really couldn't be helped. He leaned back, letting Watanuki take care of those buttons for him. "Just... don't think any less of me when you've seen me, alright?" he murmured, giving a light, almost apologetic nuzzle by the curve of the other god's neck. Though it was more of a gesture to calm himself than assure the other.

"...I wouldn't," He said faintly. And slowly, those buttons became undone. He began to pull off the fabric, revealing Ron's chest and shoulders, and...

As he knew, only one arm.

He pulled the wet fabric off, dropping it to the floor. His fingers trailed curiously across the chest.

Ronald hesitated slightly even as his shirt was eased off but it was a little late to take it back. Eventually his shirt was off and he let it drop.

"You're the only other bloke what's seen the arm." he murmured quietly, glancing aside as if he couldn't -- or rather did't want to see the other's reaction.

He wanted to ask who the other person was... but a small part of him wondered if he already knew. And if he was correct, he didn't want to be reaffirmed. His mismatched eyes glanced at it.

Maybe, before he met Yuuko, it would have weirded him out. He would have made and unsightly comment that he should be ashamed of. But he'd learned better, so much more than the boy he was before. He wouldn't call himself a man, but he was something... someone, that wouldn't make fun of him or find Ron's handicap odd.

He reached up, touching the shoulder... before letting his hand completely slide over it, until he had ghosted down to his waist.

What seemed like an age ago, he was a whole reaper - perfectly confident in his charm and his looks. And then that happened. It never bothered him before. At least until today. Not when he was actually worried that some imperfection he had would turn someone off completely.

But that hand brushed against it and caused his heart to race. Only one other person had ever touched it and that was when it was still fresh and being tended to. The gesture - the acceptance was touching. Even reassuring. So much so that he found himself reaching up to cup Watanuki's cheek, drawing the other back over him and in for another softer kiss.

He slid atop him, only somewhat aware that the only thing between them was a flimsy sheet that covered the front of his body. His own hands rested on Ron's waist and chest, and then they were kissing again. It always came back to kissing. It was almost as if it had become a form of communication between them.

Part of him was trying to reason with him; that he shouldn't be doing this, really, they only knew each other... for so long and of course, Ron had already told him that his important person was back so he should stop being a homewrecker... but the other part didn't care. Most of him, actually.

When the soft kiss came, he deepened it, tossing his voice out the window.

Ronald deepened the kiss, eyes closing again as he turned his head slightly to fit himself better. His hand slipped through Watanuki's hair and over his shoulder as his lips parted slightly with the softest sound.

Part of him felt he shouldn't be giving in so easily. Was he leading the other on? Was he not supposed to be feeling this way? He knew he was working on a technicality. Technically Yuki never answered his question. Technically Yuki never even kissed him back. Technically... what were they even?

And then there was this.

There was the way his hand slid lower, inching down the other god's back as he applied the slightest bit of pressure to draw him closer. Technically... this wasn't so bad.

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