pillow talk with phainon <3
the roomâs dim, quiet except for the low hum of your fan and phainonâs soft but endless voice. heâs lying half on top of you, cheek pressed to your shoulder, hair a little messy from how many times heâs rolled over trying to âget comfortableâ, he saysâ but you both know itâs so he could keep getting closer until you decided he was close enough.
âsoâŠâ he murmurs, his voice low and drowsy, still heavy with the kind of sleepiness that shouldâve had him out cold by now. âyour day was good, right? i mean, i know i was there for all of it butâŠâ his words trail off unhurriedlyâ at this point heâs talking just to keep the sound of your breathing company.
you grunt something close to a yes, or maybe itâs just a noise of pure exhaustion because talking is too much work, but he hums anyway, perfectly content with that single sound as if itâs a whole conversation. a little goes a long way with him, he can build whole stories out of the smallest reactions, stretch a sigh into a sonnet if itâs yours.
âand that sandwich i made you earlierâŠâ he continues, his fingers finding your hip beneath the blanket, tracing idle circles there and drawing constellations on your skin. âwasnât too much sauce right? i know you said you like just a little, but i kinda thought⊠maybe a little more this time.â
his tone is so soft and so gentle that for a second you almost forget heâs keeping you from sleeping. his words tumble out half slurred yet half serious, that tender mix only someone like phainon could manage at 1am.
your eyes crack open just enough to glare at him from where youâre tangled together. âphainonâŠâ you mumble, tone low and warning.
he pauses, blinking at you through the shadowsâ wide eyed and sheepish with his lips already twitching like heâs fighting a grin. even now, he looks hopelessly pleased just to have your attention at all. âwhat?â
he grins. âokay, okayâŠâ
a few seconds pass, and oh the blessed silenceâ
âhowâs your mom doing, by the way? i saw she posted that photo of your dogââ
you groan, grabbing your pillow and smacking it over his face. âoh my god, sleep.â
he muffles a laugh under the pillow, prying it off to reveal that same dumb and dopey smile. âokayâŠâ he says again, much quieter this time, and burrows closer into your chest.
itâs quiet for a whole minute, long enough that you start to think heâs actually fallen asleep. the room falls into a soft silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing syncing with his. and then, just when your mind starts to driftâ
âstill love me?â he mumbles, barely louder than the rustle of the sheets when he shuffles closer, his voice soft and small like heâs half afraid of your answer. even if he knows what itâll be anyway.
you sigh, eyes still shut but too tired to even fake irritation anymore. ââŠyeah. now shut up.â
his arms tighten around your waist instantly because thatâs all he needed to hear. his nose presses against your neck, and for the first time tonight, heâs quiet. the warmth of his breath ghosts against your skin as he settles.
âokayâŠâ he whispers again, the word melting into a drowsy smile. âand i love you, too.â
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