Aug 7, 2025
Send me 🛌 to crawl into bed with my muse! (isaac a from simon. because summer is hot and sleeping is uncomfortable for a pyro boy okay)
it was a hot night, wind barely blew outside the open window, the sky full of lights and no single sense of freshness. it was an oven. he laid over the sheets, legs sprawled, completely naked, his head under the pillow, his gaze on the outside. unable to sleep.
when the sudden change in weight in the bed announced the other's presence, and his stomach contracted instinctively to the sudden presence of a leg atop his waist, he groaned. "why you have to make everything hotter? and not exclusively in the good way?"