His Responsibility
He was delighted when he felt the mattress shift, a little less so when Jack ended up lying a little farther than Tasuku wouldâve liked.
âMm⊠Not quite.â
A situation Tasuku easily remedied by inching closer, wrapping his arms around Jackâs midriff and pressing his face into his shoulder.
âThere. Thatâs better, donât you think?â
He looked up at Jack. âAre you okay with this?â
He always had to make sure.
Having nothing to hide when they were already this close, Jack nussled his nose against Tasukuâs fluffy, sky blue curls, his own arms winding around his petite waist loosely. âYeah... Tasukuâs scent is so.. gentle.â Humming sleepily, Jack was quickly lulled by the feel of Tasukuâs form against his own, losing more and more consciousness with each passing second. âHmnm... wake mâup... later.. I've gotta cook... hmn..â














