RP Log: Tezuka & Sengoku

[perfectly_sweet]

Date: 9th of September
Rating: PG
Summary: Short and sweet, a bit of talking, feeding and cuteness, with a tiny bit of Tezuka's ... 'obsession' :D;

It was still morning, but nearing noon. A very nice morning, though, the redhead had to say… like every other morning when he woke up at Tezuka’s place. Kiyosumi had slept in, like always, while Tezuka was up since early morning. It truly amazed him, how someone could wake up at such ungodly hour and stay up so late, as they did… and still have strength to go with whatever the hacker had in mind for the night. It also amused him, and Sengoku couldn’t help but smile fondly, as he shot the man by the laptop a look (Tezuka settled on that, after the redhead scolded him to not touch anything when Sengoku was cooking lunch).

He was shuffling through the shelves, looking for something good for a lunch. The shirt he was weaing -- Tezuka’s -- was annoying him a little, as it kept sliding off one shoulder. Something maybe on the sweet side-- Wasabi peas?

Looking up, Tezuka noticed what Sengoku was holding--the can of wasabi peas, now slightly less than full after Fuji had (finally) eaten some under orders, and then eaten some more without being ordered to. "Please tell me you won't be cooking that," Tezuka said, only half-joking.

One red eyebrow twitched at that, “This doesn’t constitute as edible in my books,” Kiyosumi said, but he was still holding the can, looking at it as it were an alien or something. Which, to an extend, in was, in his lover’s kitchen. “But… why do you have wasabi peas, ‘Mitsu? If you don’t eat it?”

When he'd bought the peas, Sengoku had respected his wish to avoid the subject ... but he should probably tell the truth. Not all of it--Sengoku didn't need to know exactly what Fuji was doing here, after all. "Fuji likes wasabi peas."

Kiyosumi pulled the shirt up again, as the hem slid down his shoulder, “He should take it then, unless you want to poison someone.” It was a wonder, why Tezuka kept things Fuji liked, but at the same time it wasn’t, as they were… well, friends. The redhead just didn’t expect they were such close friends… and why was he feeling jealous for Christ’s sake?

"Fuji doesn't remember to bring his snacks when he comes over," Tezuka said. There might perhaps have been a hint of humour in his next sentence. "I'd rather not visit him. I might sit on his cactus by mistake." Fuji probably didn't have that many cactii ... but there were certainly a lot of them. Tezuka hoped Sengoku didn't feel jealous, but he didn't know what to say to make the redhead feel any better, so he quietly continued working, only stealing the occasional ... well, not-so-occasional glance. Sengoku looked good in his clothes, Tezuka thought.

With that, he put the can away, back to where he found it, and started on making lunch again. The redhead was quiet though, Maybe not exactly lost in thought, but more focused on the task at hand, he really didn’t want to think any more on it, or else he might come with some unpleasant conclusions. And no, he didn’t like that.

In the middle, Kiyosumi suddenly felt a strong urge to drop what he was doing and go over to the older man and hug him from behind… and he just went with it, there was no use in fighting it.

Tezuka saw Sengoku move out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked up, he was engulfed in a hug from behind. Stroking the arms and nuzzling them, Tezuka said softly, "I love you, Kiyosumi." He wasn't sure why, but he felt like Sengoku needed to hear that right now.

Smiling into Tezuka’s hair, Sengoku felt any thoughts and feelings of doubt vanish. He placed a kiss on the top of the man’s head, before murmuring quietly, “I love you too, ‘Mitsu.” And he probably should go back to making lunch now, but really didn’t feel like it anymore. Kiyosumi tightened his hold on the other, leaning in a bit, “How about we order something?” Yes, a rarity, the hacker was feeling lazy about cooking. “I don’t feel like moving, now, nor finishing.”

Raising his eyebrows, Tezuka nodded anyway even as he eyed the redhead. "Tired?" He didn't mind having Chinese today, even if he liked Sengoku's cooking better.

With amusement colouring his voice, Kiyosumi nuzzled further into the other, “No, more like lazy.”

Mmm, no more work was going to be done tonight. Closing his laptop, Tezuka turned a little, shifting as he pulled Sengoku onto his lap. "We'll g-- We'll order Chinese, if you like." He had been about to invite Sengoku out to a restaurant, but he was still a little wary of doing that, so fresh from Fuji's warning.

“Hmm, sounds good,” the redhead purred out, pleased at his new sitting spot. A lazy smile spread through his lips, as he kissed Tezuka’s cheek lightly, “Are you going to feed me?”

Tezuka let a small hint of a smile surface. "I've been spoiling you, I suspect." The answer might be either, to be honest. He stroked Sengoku's back, and slipped his hands underneath the shirt, lightly stroking soft skin.

Laughing out loud, Sengoku grinned deviously, as his back arched into the touch, fingers lacing behind Tezuka’s neck, “A liiiii~ttle~, maybe,” then, he moved to kiss the other sweetly. But it wasn’t an invitation for more, just maybe a bribe for the answer to be positive and a promise that more will come later. After he pulled back, Kiyosumi grabbed a near-by phone, to call the Chinese restaurant he knew Tezuka favoured and ordered their favourite dishes.

He kissed back, and this time he did smile when Sengoku pulled away. Listening to Sengoku order, Tezuka idly continued his stroking. It wasn't an invitation for more; Tezuka did like touching Sengoku, and the redhead let him stroke soft skin repeatedly. "I think you can feed yourself," he said, a smile in his eyes.

Yes, Sengoku always let Tezuka touch as much as he wanted. Even, or maybe should he say, especially, when it was as gentle, and simply pleasant, as now.

“Mou~, what if I can’t~?” The hacker pouted, full lower lip pushed out, “My hands will be busy with other things then~,” okay, so he just made it up, and wasn’t sure what it’d be, but he surely could think of something, if Tezuka wanted to know what it was.

"With what?" Tezuka asked, raising an eyebrow at Sengoku.

There was an urge to say something dirty, to see if Tezuka would blush (which he probably wouldn’t, but it would be worth a try), but Kiyosumi just settled on something simple, “Something like this~?” And as he was saying that, his hands found their way into the sandy blonde locks, fingers gently threading through.

Closing his eyes to enjoy it, Tezuka smiled his almost-smile. "And what if mine are busy doing this?" Fingers threaded through red hair, gently, mirroring Sengoku's actions.

Well, now that was unexpected… Kiyosumi purred loudly in the back of his throat, leaning into Tezuka, content on spending some more time like this. At least until their order arrived. He murmured quietly, when he finally remembered to answer, “Then, I guess, there won’t be much eating done, hmm?”

Squeezing Sengoku, Tezuka said, "That defeats the purpose of ordering food." He hoped they wouldn't be too efficient, this time. He was enjoying the quiet moment with Sengoku.

“Which is why, one of us will have to give up~,” the hacker chirped happily, brushing his nose against Tezuka’s.

"Then the other would starve, hmm?" Tezuka said, nudging Sengoku's nose with his own as he stroked soft red hair, and let his hands continue downwards to stroke Sengoku's back again.

“No~,” Kiyosumi twirled a strand of Tezuka’s hair around his finger, this time kissing the tip of the other’s nose, “He’d have to feed them both, so no starving~.”

Tezuka knew when he was beaten. "Alright," he said, a smile dancing at the corner of his lips. "I'll feed you."

Spoiled much? A bit. But also with persuasion skills. Yes, Kiyosumi grinned widely, “I knew you’d agree with me~,” and then, he kissed Tezuka again. Just as lightly as before, but this time, he didn’t pull back so soon.

Letting Sengoku do as he liked, Tezuka kissed back, arms circled around the redhead. He hadn't yet learned how to say no to Sengoku, and this proved it, but ... in a way, he liked being able to smile at his irrepresible lover, and to spoil the redhead once in a while, so it was alright ... wasn't it?

In Sengoku’s opinion it was more than alright, but he knew… that Tezuka had a way (of which he probably had no idea about) to make the redhead say ‘yes’ to anything the older man wished. He curled himself up a little in the man’s lap, like a big, contented cat.

They stayed that way a while, either one occassionally stroking the other merely because they felt like it. The doorbell rang far too soon for Tezuka's liking, and he nudged Sengoku. "I'd better answer." Sengoku was still in his boxers, after all.

“Yes, yes,” Kiyosumi nodded and moved off, even though he wouldn’t mind answering the door in boxers only. Not like he didn’t use to do that at home, and as long as the couriers were male, there were no problems. Females tended to blush and look away.

Tezuka was proud to see that he wasn't tenting. There was perhaps a slight bulge from Sengoku's proximity, but nothing indecent. Opening the door to a male delivery boy, Tezuka nodded and signed and paid for the food.

Coming back into the kitchen, he unpacked, setting everything out and uncovering everything. Pulling up his chair, closer to the table, he looked for Sengoku, welcoming the other back into his arms and onto his lap again.

Sengoku could have taken another chair, but Tezuka let him sit in his lap again, and he had to say it was probably the best place to be in. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the food. “Smells yummy~,” Kiyosumi said, waiting for the other to start eating.

Pulling Sengoku into his lap, Tezuka nuzzled the redhead, the smell of Sengoku and Chinese food mixing in his nose. "What would you like?" he asked, chopsticks ready.

Intentionally being childish, the hacker pointed to the first bowl, “This~,” he pulled his legs up again, once again curling in Tezuka’s lap a little.

Hiding a smile at Sengoku's antics, Tezuka complied, feeding Sengoku a small mouthful, and then taking some for himself. "Tell me what you want next when you're done," he said, gently squeezing Sengoku. There was something very intimate about feeding your lover, Tezuka thought, watching Sengoku with fond eyes.

Kiyosumi swallowed and nodded, winking at Tezuka. They went on like that, Tezuka feeding the redhead, eating some himself, and the younger man making random comments about the food, and other things that came to his mind or attention.

At some point, Scigin ran like a lunatic into the kitchen, paused by the bowl with water to take few sips and darted out. It was one of these times. During such mood, one had to watch out to not accidentally step on the kitten, or kick him… or trip over him. But at these time, Scigin amused himself, and didn’t demand attention.

Thank goodness they were sitting down, Tezuka thought bemusedly as Scigin scooted in, circled their chair, brushing against his leg, and then scooting out again. That kitten was ... something else. "Why does he do that?" Tezuka asked, feeding Sengoku first so that the hacker would have time to think before answering as he chewed.

Why? He didn’t know why, when he asked the vet, the woman said it was normal for kittens to do that. Scigin just had lots of energy to get off, and he was doing it now. The hacker just shrugged, after swallowing, “I dunno, but it’s normal. Or so I was told. Once he’s done, he’ll sleep like a dead.” The quiet always worried Sengoku, and he used to check every now and then if Scigin wasn’t really dead.

Giving the hyperactive kitten a look as it scooted around the kitchen table and then flew outside again, Tezuka said, "Watching him makes me tired." There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Does it?” Kiyosumi tilted his head, “I’m more worried about him running into something head on,” ow… that wouldn’t be nice nor funny, not at all. He noted that they’ve already finished everything and got up to clean up a little, “Sometimes on turns, he doesn’t make it and falls over his own feet,” the redhead continued, shaking his head and throwing away empty boxes.

Tezuka couldn't help a soft chuckle at that, standing to help clean up, also cleaning up the remains of Sengoku's aborted cooking. "Kittens have hard heads," he said.

“Sure, but what if after one too many times, he’ll get stuck like that,” that would be a little scary.

They finished in the kitchen, and after a moment of thought, Kiyosumi pulled Tezuka into the living room, where Scinig was pouncing on and chasing like mad a little ball, one of his countless toys. Well, good he was still amusing himself… Sengoku thought, plopping down on the couch.

Seating himself on the couch beside Sengoku, Tezuka was struck with an urge to cuddle with the other. He lay down on the couch, and rested his head on Sengoku's lap, a little weary. It had been a long week, and the birth of the newest heir to the throne had necessitated long meetings and discussions on how to best protect the young prince.

Once again deft fingers found their way into the director’s hair, petting him gently, threading through the soft strands. “Tired?”

Nodding, Tezuka reached up, stroking the hand that petted his head. "It was both expected and unexpected." He was glad there would be another heir, if only because he didn't want to have to handle the possible unrest and commotion amending the laws to allow a female to reign would create. Tezuka had nothing against female monarchs, but he felt as if he had enough on his plate right now. It was a private thought he wasn't about to tell anyone, not even Sengoku.

Hmm… one hand slid to the face, Kiyosumi took off the glasses (and put them on the small coffee table). He first stroked his lover’s cheek, then the other hand joined the first, and the redhead gently massaged Tezuka’s face. Temples, forehead, nape, to help the man relax and take away some of the tiredness. “Is that why we haven’t been going out lately?” It wasn’t an accusation, just a curious question. Something he had been meaning to ask for some time now, but always seemed to forget.

Relaxing into Sengoku's touch, Tezuka felt the tension melt away slowly. At least, until Sengoku asked that question.

Fuji's warning came back into mind, and he tensed, unable to stop the reaction. Sengoku must have felt _that_, Tezuka thought, and closed his eyes, silent for a few moments as he thought about how best to answer the question. "No," he said.

… Kiyosumi would have to be damn insensitive to not felt that. He tensed himself, fingers stopping for a moment, before he forced himself to relax again and continue with the massage. “Why then?” Still, the tone of his voice was just curious, soft.

He had to protect his source, but Sengoku deserved to know, at least. "The Americans have been paying a little too much attention to me, personally, lately." The second sentence was quieter. "Not just to me, but those in contact with me." You.

“Oh…” that was all the redhead could say at first. He brushed his fingertips over Tezuka’s lips, lost in thought, “I see,” he continued, smiling softly, but there was nothing else he could say to that. Well, that’s what he agreed to, isn’t it? He should understand, and he tried to… but at the same time, he really would like to go out every now and then.

Disappointment. Tezuka registered it, hearing it in Sengoku's voice. "I'm sorry," he said, his own hands reaching up to clasp Sengoku's. "We'll go out again. Soon. Just not right now." And he hoped he could keep that promise.

“No, it’s alright,” Kiyosumi said with a soft, genuine smile, “I guess you’ll have to domesticate me,” he winked, leaning down to kiss the other.

Kissing back, Tezuka smiled. "Only if you want me to." Sengoku cooked and cleaned, after all, which was a far sight more domesticated than some men Tezuka knew.

Oh, he did all these things, but at the same time, he enjoyed nights out, and was used to go out a lot, “Mm, well,” he murmured against the older man’s lips, “If you want to be able to put up with me.” He pressed their lips together again, just as softly.

Pressing up, Tezuka pulled Sengoku's head down to prolong the kiss. When they finally broke it, he smiled up at the other. It was an upside-down smile, but Sengoku could tell, Tezuka was sure. "As long as you can put up with me, I'm sure I can somehow tolerate you," he said, the soft smile signifying that there was no venom or hidden meaning to the words.

Mm, this kiss was a bit different than the previous ones, more arousing, but Kiyosumi tried controlling his hormones. He grinned, “Now, that won’t be hard, then.”

"Mmm," Tezuka said, agreeing.

He was silent some more, enjoying being there with Sengoku. Closing his eyes, Tezuka let himself relax against the comforting presence Sengoku offered. Unlike with Fuji, who kept him on his guard and on edge, being with Sengoku was like ... being home, Tezuka thought, corny as it might sound.

Grinning widely, Kiyosumi finished with the massage and decided on a rather funny thing to do… he scratched lightly under Tezuka’s chin, like he used to do to Scigin. He felt content, enjoying the weight of his lover’s head in his lap. The arousal from before vanished in a poof of love and fondness and affection.

Tipping his head back a little, Tezuka felt Sengoku's fingers stroking his throat. The stroking was pleasant, and he bared his neck to Sengoku further ... but after a while, it seemed as if Sengoku was scratching his neck. That was strange. It wasn't a bad feeling or anything, but Tezuka felt as if somehow he was supposed to recognise this feeling.

Just then, Scigin zipped up and over them, paws clambering over Tezuka before launching himself over the coffee table and all about the living room again in another mad dash, and the lightbulb in Tezuka's head flashed. Sengoku was scratching him the same way he scratched under Scigin's chin.

The corners of Tezuka's mouth curled up, unbidden.

The smile told the redhead Tezuka had realized what exactly he was doing to him. He smiled as well, continuing with the motion… now, to make the picture full, he was waiting now for the older man to purr, but that was very unlikely to happen, even if it would be extremely adorable.

So instead, Kiyosumi asked, “How does that feel?”

"Mmm," Tezuka murmured softly, very pleased. No wonder Scigin behaved so well after a neck-scratching session.

Hrm, that was probably as close to purring as he could ever get Tezuka to. “I’m glad,” now, he was just running his fingertips over the smooth skin of the other’s neck. Teasing the skin, nearly worshiping it, the other hand moved down stroking the strong chest.

His skin tingled under Sengoku’s touch, and it took a lot of effort not to arch up against Sengoku’s fingers. Tezuka wondered if Sengoku would think him shameless if he did. Even if they’d just spent the night together like many before, he still reacted in this way to Sengoku’s touches. “Mmm,” he said again, lower now, and Tezuka promised to himself that he would not purr no matter _what_ Sengoku did.

Hmm, still not purring? The redhead, then, got another idea, and gently scratched on Tezuka’s belly, wondering if that would get a reaction. Somehow, Kiyosumi was determined to get that sound out of the older man’s throat, however much it took.

No purr yet, but Tezuka sighed now, and gave up resisting the urge to arch up against Sengoku s touch, as he reached up and stroked fingers along Sengoku’s arm. “I love you,” he said softly, heeding a sudden urge to make the statement again.

Kiyosumi smiled, pink flush spreading through his cheeks, he leaned down, bending in two to kiss Tezuka, “I love you too, but~,” he gave up by now, and simply decided to voice his desire, “what do I have to do, to get you to purr, hmm~?” The hacker smiled sweetly, amused, but at the same time his smile was filled with affection… though, he honestly doubted the director would succumb to that certain whim of his lover.

“What does that have to do with it?” Tezuka asked after returning the kiss, raising an eyebrow as he looked up, Sengoku’s face upside-down in his view. How did loving Sengoku and purring have any connection? Sengoku was mistaken if he thought Tezuka was going to purr on command, Tezuka thought with an inner grimace. Not so easily, at any rate.

“Hmm, nothing~,” Kiyosumi grinned, “Just wondering how much it’ll take to make you purr,” as he was saying that, the hand on Tezuka’s stomach sneaked under the shirt, stroking with an open hand the firm abdomen, every now and then, scratching the skin lightly. Maybe that would do it?

Sengoku’s hand was doing very nice things, but it wasn’t quite purr-inducing. “I’m not going to purr just because you’re curious, Kiyosumi,” Tezuka observed dryly, even as his own fingers scratched lightly at Sengoku’s arm.

That called for acting cute, the redhead decided, and promptly pouted cutely, “Even if I ask all nicely?” Tezuka was a tough one, and Sengoku was trying so hard too… it wasn’t fair, really. He’d understand, if they were at some public place, but there were only the two of them + Scigin, who was napping now, after long minutes of sprinting around.

“Even then,” Tezuka said, but the corners of his mouth turned up a little. He was feeling romantic, not silly. “Why are you adamant about this?” It wouldn’t hurt to find out.

“I dunno,” Kiyosumi murmured, “I guess it’s not important, though it’d be nice if you did purr~,” he gave a shrug, nose brushing against Tezuka’s.

Brushing back, Tezuka smiled and said, “The world won’t change even if I did.” His arms reached up around Sengoku’s head, and he pulled the redhead down just a little bit more, seeking another kiss.

The kiss was returned, softly, slowly… as he pulled back, the hacker murmured, “But it’d make me happy?” Though he had no doubts anymore, Tezuka wouldn’t give in, and it was alright with Kiyosumi.

“I don’t already make you happy?” It wasn’t a serious question, as Tezuka could guess, but he couldn’t resist the light teasing.

Kiyosumi resisted grinning, as he made a thoughtful face, as if he was really pondering the question, “I’m~ not exactly sure, yanno~,” face might have been serious, but the tone of his voice was light… soft, but also teasing.

Resisting the pang of ‘something’ Tezuka merely closed his eyes. “Let me know when you’re sure,” he said, quietly, fingers tightening around Sengoku’s arm very briefly, indistinguishable to a mere reassuring squeeze. “In the meantime, please keep doing what you’re doing.” The corners of his mouth turned up again.

… The tightening of grip on his arm did not escape the redhead, he stroked Tezuka’s stomach gently, wondering why did the man take his words seriously, when they obviously weren’t meant to be serious. “Hey,” the hand moved up a little, to maybe distract the other a little… tickle him, where he knew he was ticklish. “Yanno, I think I already know the answer. For sure.”

“Mmm,” Tezuka said, and wriggled away from the tickling fingers, trying not to squirm. “You’re sure you know for sure?”

“Yep~,” Kiyosumi said with a bright grin, “Want to know what it is~?”

“Enlighten me,” Tezuka said, trying to keep his voice even.

The redhead was opening his mouth to give the answer, but the doorbell rang the exact moment, and Kiyosumi shut his mouth. Well, it could wait, he decided, just to tease the man a little more, looking at Tezuka with a pointed look, that someone should open the door.

Immediately tense and on full alert, Tezuka’s eyes darted to the door. “No one rings the doorbell. Into the room, Kiyosumi,” he said, quietly, reaching for his Glock, freeing it from its holster even as he moved towards the door. It wouldn’t do to answer the door with a gun pointing outwards, but at the same time, Tezuka wasn’t going to take any chances… not after Fuji’s warning.

Blinking, Sengoku did as he was told… but he thought it was going overboard a bit. He sat on the bed, but after a moment plopped down, stretching himself, thinking and hoping it wasn’t what Tezuka expected it to be.

Making sure his gun was ready (but carefully hidden), Tezuka checked the door monitor (the nice thing about living in an expensive apartment was having CCTV at the doorbells at the main entrance in the lobby where people waited for the doors to be opened if they didn’t have keys), but he didn’t recognize the face. “Yes?” he said, pressing the intercom button.

“Yamada-san? It’s me, Yoshimura,” said the man, squinting at the camera, pushing his face in so close it distorted the image.

“Wrong apartment,” Tezuka said, cutting off the intercom. The sound was cut, and he waited, looking at the screen, watching the man. ‘Yoshimura’ looked at the rows of doorbells for all the tenants (all of them were merely numbered, with no names), looked at a piece of paper in his hand, and then pressed a button on the panel again, but this time Tezuka’s bell didn’t ring. Tezuka waited, watching to see if there was a conversation, but he felt it was far too short an interval between the ringing of the doorbell and ‘Yoshimura’ entering the building, ostensibly to visit this ‘Yamada’.

Amateurs. Fuji was right after all, Tezuka thought, a shiver up his spine. He double-checked his door and his locks, and then laid some basic makeshift intrusion detection traps. Just in case.

He knocked on his own bedroom door, testing the knob, finding it unlocked. “It’s me,” he said, quietly, before opening the door and going in.

Kiyosumi rolled to the side, giving Tezuka a come hither motion with his index finger. Really, he understood the older man was stressed, but if one lived like that all the time, then what was that life worth? It wasn’t that he was ignorant, he knew dangers and had to face some himself, but… he believed that life was meant for living, not for hiding, stressing, et all… though, lately, his view changed a little, since he did have more to lose now, still…

Once his lover was within his reach, Sengoku pulled him onto the bed, into his arms, burying his face in Tezuka’s neck. “I love you,” he murmured quietly, nuzzling the other, as they both flopped down on the bed… Tezuka on his back, while the hacker lying on his chest, “Aaaa~nd~~ you make me so damn happy, that I don’t know what to do with it.” He was grinning, the smile audible in his voice.

A pause, and then a smile surfaced on Tezuka’s face, a real one. Tightening his grip, Tezuka hugged Sengoku, apparently having no intention of letting go. He couldn’t respond without sounding horribly corny, and so instead, Tezuka stroked Sengoku’s back and nuzzled Sengoku.

Purring loudly, the redhead stretched himself over the older man, eyes closed… as he just enjoyed the closeness, the hands on his body, the warmth radiating of the body underneath him. It was pleasant, and made Kiyosumi feel content, so very content. He cracked an eye open, when he felt soft pressure of paws on his back… Scigin. The kitten jumped off to the bed, and curled up by Tezuka’s neck. Little, ungrateful creature… it was much more fond of the director, than of his first owner. “Would you mind if I took a nap now?”

“You just woke up,” Tezuka observed, but he closed his eyes and pulled Sengoku closer, before reaching up one hand to stroke the ball of fur curled up by his neck. Scigin purred softly, and nuzzled against Tezuka, who thought there certainly were many worse things in life than being cuddled by two soft warm affectionate creatures. “Please do.” He shifted a little, and moved Sengoku just enough that the redhead’s full weight was on the mattress, not on him. It wasn’t uncomfortable now, but it would have been, minutes later, and doing so now would avoid having to wake Sengoku up later.

He meant to stay awake, listening for further sounds from outside, but Tezuka soon drifted into sleep himself, lulled by a full stomach and Scigin’s soft purring, coupled with Sengoku’s not-uncomfortable weight on himself.