And suddenly, there was a hand in his hair. It was an unceremonious motion. It wasn't in the dark. He had been at the desk in his room, his best friend standing beside him as he showed him his newest little trinket. A tiny figure for a small, niche collectables series. More often than not, Yugi heavily disliked--to say the least--when people pat his head or rest their hands on his hair. Most always feels like he's being mad fun of. Of course, currently it was different.
Currently, his best friend was the one who's hand was planted in his hair. His best friends big, scar littered and somewhat rough hand now running through the strands. Yugi sat a little straighter, lightly tiling his head into Joey's touch as the blonde chuckled.
"Shit, Yuugs, hadn't realized yer hair'd be so soft." Had been the words that left the tallers lips, a smile in his voice.
They were words that made Yugi more than glad he actually took the time to wash his hair for the first time in a while. He had been bored, he wasn't tired and he wasn't in the mood for any of his handhelds. He wasn't in the mood for TV and preferred his music far too loud for what time it was, so he dragged himself to the bathroom, washed the makeup off his face and washed his hair. Never in Yugi's life did he think he'd be grateful for past boredom but of course there's a first time for everything.
A content sigh escaped him as he leaned further into Joey's touch. Oh, Yugi wished they were on his bed so he could be closer. This just wasn't enough. And the moment he felt blunt nails lightly scratch at his scalp, Yugi knew he was a goner.
It felt good. More than 'good'. Amazing. Wonderful. It was a high he now felt the need to chase. Deep down Yugi knows it isn't just the physical feeling that's got him feeling so drunk. It's the attention. The affection. Distantly, Yugi wondered if it felt like this for Joey too whenever Yugi's got his own hands in the teens hair, petting and scritching away.
He hopes so. Because this. If anyone was most deserving of a feeling like this it'd without a singular doubt be Joey Wheeler.
In all honesty, Yugi wasn't even trying to at least catch every other word the other teen was saying, lost in the feeling of his hands in his hair and against his scalp. Anyone else. Anyone else it'd be degrading (and not in the heart pounding way). But with Joey? God. Somehow he both feels like he's nothing (in a good way, something he had no idea was possible) and someone.
And suddenly, there was an arm around his neck as Joey puts him into a--playful--headlock. It snaps Yugi out of. Whatever that had been. His hands fly to grasp at Joey's sleeves as he gleefully shrieks the blondes name.
The moment left as soon as it came, the filling the once mostly silent room with loud laughter and banter.
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