♑ > cuddle pile, cuddle pile
Characters: faygot and kamen_luthier
Location: Two guys, one bed.
Time: Saturday night, roughly
Style: Butterfly stroke
Status Closed
Gamzee sits patiently on the bed, waiting for Wataru to finish brushing through his thick curls. The collar of his pajama shirt is a little damp, because no matter how much the rest of his body had changed, his hair was still the same as ever.
For once, he isn't just enjoying Wataru brushing his hair with a zoned out, placid look. Instead his brows are a little drawn, his cheeks perhaps a shade or two darker than normal. It isn't his fault! He just... can't stop recalling the way Equius had cupped his face and kissed the corner of his mouth the previous night. That was kind of a big thing that happened.
Toying with the drawstrings of his pants, he finally tilts his head back a little, trying to look at Wataru over his shoulder. "Can I ask something?"
Location: Two guys, one bed.
Time: Saturday night, roughly
Style: Butterfly stroke
Status Closed
Gamzee sits patiently on the bed, waiting for Wataru to finish brushing through his thick curls. The collar of his pajama shirt is a little damp, because no matter how much the rest of his body had changed, his hair was still the same as ever.
For once, he isn't just enjoying Wataru brushing his hair with a zoned out, placid look. Instead his brows are a little drawn, his cheeks perhaps a shade or two darker than normal. It isn't his fault! He just... can't stop recalling the way Equius had cupped his face and kissed the corner of his mouth the previous night. That was kind of a big thing that happened.
Toying with the drawstrings of his pants, he finally tilts his head back a little, trying to look at Wataru over his shoulder. "Can I ask something?"