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metamorphosis2012-04-08 01:46 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-04-08 01:46 am
Entry tags:
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Title: s is for sleepover
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
85/365.
Their sleepovers are always impromptu; the only one they’ve ever planned was the first, and after that Spada figured out Luca always left his window unlocked. Luca doesn’t mind except in winter, when the wind blows in before Spada can shut the window and slips into his bed, freezing hands finding their way beneath his pajamas and twisting his nipples until Luca gives in and shouts. Cold lips press against the side of his neck and he turns to frown at the offending party, who just grins and moves his hands from Luca’s chest to around his back.
“You’re warm,” he murmurs, and Luca sighs, covering Spada’s cold nose and lips with a warm hand.
“Of course I am,” he replies, closing his eyes and feeling his face grow hot when he feels Spada lean closer and kiss his forehead with his eyelashes. “I’ve been under the blankets. Sweet dreams, Spada.”
“You too, Luca.” A pause, and there’s a genuine note in his voice. “Sorry about always comin’ in, man.”
“It’s fine. I like sleeping with you.”
Luca doesn’t even need to open his eyes to know the kind of grin Spada’s giving him; he can feel the mischief in the air and he squeezes Spada’s nose, sliding his hand away and laying it across his neck instead. Spada kisses his forearm fondly and snuggles closer, as if trying to sap all the warmth Luca has to offer — and Luca honestly wouldn’t be surprised if was.
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
85/365.
Their sleepovers are always impromptu; the only one they’ve ever planned was the first, and after that Spada figured out Luca always left his window unlocked. Luca doesn’t mind except in winter, when the wind blows in before Spada can shut the window and slips into his bed, freezing hands finding their way beneath his pajamas and twisting his nipples until Luca gives in and shouts. Cold lips press against the side of his neck and he turns to frown at the offending party, who just grins and moves his hands from Luca’s chest to around his back.
“You’re warm,” he murmurs, and Luca sighs, covering Spada’s cold nose and lips with a warm hand.
“Of course I am,” he replies, closing his eyes and feeling his face grow hot when he feels Spada lean closer and kiss his forehead with his eyelashes. “I’ve been under the blankets. Sweet dreams, Spada.”
“You too, Luca.” A pause, and there’s a genuine note in his voice. “Sorry about always comin’ in, man.”
“It’s fine. I like sleeping with you.”
Luca doesn’t even need to open his eyes to know the kind of grin Spada’s giving him; he can feel the mischief in the air and he squeezes Spada’s nose, sliding his hand away and laying it across his neck instead. Spada kisses his forearm fondly and snuggles closer, as if trying to sap all the warmth Luca has to offer — and Luca honestly wouldn’t be surprised if was.