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The Bed is Never Fully Made Without You in it.
“Master Chamberlain, I require assistance.” Piotr Rasputin, known officially as Piotr the Composed, pulled Zachary into his rooms and slammed the door. “Have you heard the songs they sing about me in the taverns?” He searched his servant’s eyes.
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@amightyzac sent n00ds
[text; Zac] Wow. I didn’t realize you were so thick
[text; Zac] WITH MUSCLE I MEANT WITH MUSCLE
“You’re not going anywhere”
@amightyzac grabbed Scott’s wrist
“But I’m thirsty... I’ll be right back, okay?”
He was tired, and rightfully so. Dealing with the remaining people here wasn’t high on his list, except for maybe Scott, who’d now taken up residence against him; Zac wasn’t going to complain in the least. He wrapped an arm around the other boy’s shoulders, fingers sliding through dark curls absently. “Hmm…” he hummed as he let his eyes fall shut.
This was better than going home with anyone, was the thought that crossed his mind as he felt Scott breathe. Zac reached over to grab the remote to kill the faint buzzing of the television, the last of the guests filing out of the room.
“Bit of a cuddle monster, are you?” he asked with a grin. “I’ll keep your secret.”
Scott grinned, leaning into the hand in his hair with a soft, pleased hum. He squeezed Zac against him and nosed behind his ear. “It’s big secret. You have to be on your best game to hide it.” He answered sarcastically, at least five people having passed them on their way out.
“Comfortable on the couch? We could move upstairs if you really want to make me move.” He mumbled, sighing happily. He was always the most peaceful when he was cuddling someone he enjoyed.
Cuddle
Send “Cuddle” for my muse to cuddle up against your muse.
Scott looked over at the other man, just staring for a few moments before he finally pushed out of his seat and over to the couch where Zac sat. The party was basically dead and it wasn’t like either of them were going home with anyone tonight at this hour. He wasn’t, at least. He was exhausted and he had the feeling that Zac was too.
But just because they weren’t going to have anymore fun tonight didn’t mean that they couldn’t have anything else that was good.
There wasn’t much that beat cuddling. Scott leaned onto the couch, trapping Zac in a tight embrace and laying down over the furniture, punching a pillow one time to make it behave and be a proper cushion for them to relax on for the rest of the night.
amightyzac;;
“I missed you.”
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Zac sleeping was always adorable to Salem. But falling asleep on him was even cuter. He smiled down at the man, fingers playing with his hair. “How did I get so lucky?” Salem whispered.
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Had to head to work. Stay as long as you need to.
Just lock up before you go
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-SM
