[...For probably the first time all day, Ryou gives in to his instinct and finds a way to crawl onto the couch. It takes a little maneuvering, a little soft guiding so that he doesn't wholly disturb Atem, but has enough space to curl up next to him.
He wants to be next to him. He wants to share warmth and be as close as possible, and only when he's slithered his way into a reasonable position that doesn't end with him sitting on Atem's tail does he lick at the corner of Atem's mouth himself.
Despite himself, he lets out a soft sound that might placate a more dominant wolf, if that was the kind of atmosphere they were fostering in this apartment
(maybe it is?)
as he curls his tail over Atem's lap. Warm. Together. Good.]
Indeed.
[Look he apologized before he even infused as much sass into that single words as possible, but here's another lick for good measure.]
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He wants to be next to him. He wants to share warmth and be as close as possible, and only when he's slithered his way into a reasonable position that doesn't end with him sitting on Atem's tail does he lick at the corner of Atem's mouth himself.
Despite himself, he lets out a soft sound that might placate a more dominant wolf, if that was the kind of atmosphere they were fostering in this apartment
(maybe it is?)
as he curls his tail over Atem's lap. Warm. Together. Good.]
Indeed.
[Look he apologized before he even infused as much sass into that single words as possible, but here's another lick for good measure.]