What it feels like...

[m_pinocchio]

It takes him a little while to figure out that anything's weird. He stirs, yawns, stretches, rolls over and slings an arm over Tom's waist. Too comfortable to get up just yet. Everything feels good. He turns his head slightly, reaching up to rake long hair off his face so it stops tickling his nose

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[out_of_realm]

Over the course of years, sleeping on a hay stuffed mattress on whatever sheets the box provided had become a kind of luxury. If nothing else, it was better than what the realm had ever given them. It was easy to feel spoiled so much of the time. But...this morning, something was different. Tom stretched on warm, soft blankets, burying his head in pillows and felt the tickle of hair across his shoulders

[m_pinocchio]

He rolls his eyes and stretches again, arching his back, because if Tom's looking anyway he might as well make the most of the view. Stretching in this body feels... not better. But different, and maybe in small doses different is better. "It's one of those weekends again."

He opens his eyes and looks around, a slightly confused grin stretching his lips. "And... okay, the bed is different. That, I'm not sure how to explain."

[out_of_realm]

"Oh my god," Tom murmured again, still staring openly, all decency forgotten. He swallowed hard. "It...it's you in there?"

With one hand, he reached out tentatively like, like Mike was suddenly delicate, and spread a hand on his ribs.

"...uhm, wow."

[m_pinocchio]

"Thanks," he says, smiling a little giddily, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I mean, I'm assuming that's a good wow."

It's strange, just like before, the difference in the hot thread of sexuality running through his head. It feels... subtler, finer, and somehow more loose and smooth. He reaches out and hooks a hand behind Tom's neck, pulling him a little closer.

"You're the same." He almost sounds disappointed. "Was kinda wanting to see what you'd look like." And feel like. And taste like.