Ber looks tired as he climbs into Aim’s lap and rests his head on the other’s shoulder. “I stole your hoodie.” He murmurs with a yawn, arms wrapping around Aim loosely. The thing was huge on him— enough to where it was the only thing the handling was wearing, and he was completely covered. “Hold me for a while...?”
Aim is easy enough to find, and easier to nestle into. The hidden bulk of muscles underneath his clothes is comfortable, many would likely argue. Warm enough without being excruciatingly hot. Firm enough to give all the support one would need under their head (or chest, or whatever the case might be). Soft enough to feel as loving as a homey blanket. He loved when people used him for anything of the sort – it made him feel rather useful… and …. something else that he wasn’t going to admit, not even in the comfort and safety of his own head.
“I see that,” he retorted as his own blue eyes looked over the fairly nude Ber. His own arms lazily snaked up the halfling’s, hands admiring the feeling of the fabric on someone else for a change. As Ber curled up into him, yawned, like a cat – or a dog – or … just a tired person, there was this faintest hint of a smile on his own lips. “Is it comfy? You can wear it as long as you want, I don’t mind. I like when my stuff smells like you…” Was that weird to say? It was the truth, so it could be that strange, right?
Still, he laced his fingers together behind Ber’s back, pulling the smaller one more into his chest as he nestled softly into luscious, deep brown locks and he quietly offered a whisper: “I’ll hold you as long as you need. You don’t even need to ask.” A hand unthreaded to meander through the halfling’s hair, to pet him as tenderly as he could. “This okay…?” He asked even quieter, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of the moment with silly words (but still wanting to make sure Ber was comfortable).
Aim pulled his head back for a simple instant, blue eyes half-lidded before he peppered ridiculously ginger kisses across his forehead and even one or two on an eyelid before returning to his previous position. His contentment came in the form of a purr, deep in his throat as he nestled in, as he continued to pet Ber’s hair, as he pretended his feelings weren’t as deep as he knew they were.