🛌 (han/Ama cause i can't with lu! he's so cute!)
( lol i know exactly what you mean!
Peering down at the smooth contours of Ama’s sleeping face, Han can’t quite comprehend what happened the night before- how easily he grew lost in the feelings of want, need, devour, how he and Ama fit together so- immaculately. It was both frightening and satisfying all at once, but it’s Ama. It’s someone he held in such high regard no matter how much the other drove him up the wall, and he took such good care of his twin brother that he couldn’t be too unkind to him even if he’s an asshole to everyone. He watched Ama shift under the sheets, bare flesh covered in a plethora of purple and pink bruises peeking out at him just beneath the surface. God, what did I do to him?
It had started off innocently enough, Lu was out with Steve, probably seeing a child’s movie or some other childish adventure because Steve is weak and can’t say no, and Ama had stopped in for a visit to see them both- but he was stuck with him and they began talking for what felt like hours and then- he can’t really remember the beginning details but he knew it ended with his mouth pressed against Ama’s, clutching at him and pulling him close as if he’d never wanted anything more. And maybe he didn’t- he didn’t know what overcame him but it had been- swallowing down dryly, the shifter slowly lay back against the plush pillows, watching the sun and trying not to think about what would’ve happened if Lu had come home to hear them fucking- Jesus, that would’ve been a conversation he’d never live down.
He didn’t know what to do from here but sigh and close his eyes, reaching to curl an arm back around the dozing male, his tail uncharacteristically tapping against the bed as he snuggled close. He doesn’t see Ama smile as his tail curls in between their legs, figuring that he’d just give himself a headache if he tried to rationalize it.