3. Video Post
::Aaron's communicator is running; Sasuke can hear the buzz, can hear Aaron talking from far away, just like the weight on his hips is distant, too. He doesn't know why, or when he's been this tired before; it's like nothing he's ever felt. There's a lackluster sheen to life itself; sleeping itself is too much work, let alone speaking. His words are mumbled, quiet, barely audible over the rustle of the communicator:: Why are you sitting on me?
::Aaron pauses in his soft conversation, peering down at Sasuke for a moment, distracted. He shifts against him, making himself comfortable.:: Why not? You're comfortable...and I missed touching you.
::Sasuke's eyes are barely visible from underneath the lashes, and they're only a sullen, lazy darkness as they look back up at Aaron. There's a single sound uttered, dismissive and quiet:: Hn.
You lazy thing ::and Aaron laughs, stroking his hair away from his cheek, leaning down over him, a smile touching those lips:: LAzy lazy boyfriend Look up at me, hm?
::There's a half-hearted yawn stretching the shinobi's lips, but the eyes do open, do look at him, watch him with barely obtained consciousness:: Aaron, do whatever you want, just don't wake me while you do it.
Mmm...that's no fun, if you're asleep! ::Pouting now, if in a good natured manner as he leans clsoer to kiss his forehead:: What am I going to do with you? Besides keep you. Forever.
::There's a furrow along his browline, confused, worried, but it falls away. It's plain as day on his face: revenge against Konoha is too much work.:: Whatever you want. I'm going to back to sleep.
::Aaron watches the play of emotions on his face thoughtfully, stroking his hair back:: I don't think I want you to sleep yet though. Come on...I deserve that much ::he leans closer, pressing his lips to Sasuke's once more, gingerly::
::Sasuke will be ashamed later to learn that on the camera, the view of kissing him is has as much excitement in this moment as kissing a dead fish:: Where's Itachi?
I don't know. Avari said he was watching us but I didn't hear him... ::Aaron sits back up, peering down at him, hands resting on Sasuke's chest::
Hn. ::And there's another yawn, tired and true, and he rolls his head to the side, sleeping once more.::
Oh well. At least you won't be going anywhere. ::Aaron seems temporarily satisfied with that, stroking Sasuke's neck and kissing him once more before dismounting his lap reluctantly:: Wonder where Itachi is...
::And thus, the camera timed out.::
::Aaron pauses in his soft conversation, peering down at Sasuke for a moment, distracted. He shifts against him, making himself comfortable.:: Why not? You're comfortable...and I missed touching you.
::Sasuke's eyes are barely visible from underneath the lashes, and they're only a sullen, lazy darkness as they look back up at Aaron. There's a single sound uttered, dismissive and quiet:: Hn.
You lazy thing ::and Aaron laughs, stroking his hair away from his cheek, leaning down over him, a smile touching those lips:: LAzy lazy boyfriend Look up at me, hm?
::There's a half-hearted yawn stretching the shinobi's lips, but the eyes do open, do look at him, watch him with barely obtained consciousness:: Aaron, do whatever you want, just don't wake me while you do it.
Mmm...that's no fun, if you're asleep! ::Pouting now, if in a good natured manner as he leans clsoer to kiss his forehead:: What am I going to do with you? Besides keep you. Forever.
::There's a furrow along his browline, confused, worried, but it falls away. It's plain as day on his face: revenge against Konoha is too much work.:: Whatever you want. I'm going to back to sleep.
::Aaron watches the play of emotions on his face thoughtfully, stroking his hair back:: I don't think I want you to sleep yet though. Come on...I deserve that much ::he leans closer, pressing his lips to Sasuke's once more, gingerly::
::Sasuke will be ashamed later to learn that on the camera, the view of kissing him is has as much excitement in this moment as kissing a dead fish:: Where's Itachi?
I don't know. Avari said he was watching us but I didn't hear him... ::Aaron sits back up, peering down at him, hands resting on Sasuke's chest::
Hn. ::And there's another yawn, tired and true, and he rolls his head to the side, sleeping once more.::
Oh well. At least you won't be going anywhere. ::Aaron seems temporarily satisfied with that, stroking Sasuke's neck and kissing him once more before dismounting his lap reluctantly:: Wonder where Itachi is...
::And thus, the camera timed out.::