stay like this. / from frontman
some time toward the first hours of the dawn , the recruiter felt a pair of hands on his shoulder and arm . groggily did he try to mumble a soft complaint , not that he complained much about anything around this island . but all he heard was a quiet shh and his own groan as he's manhandled to turn around , eventually away from the man who lays beside him . in fact , he should have left after they were done , and he tried to , it was an odd request to stay that be obeyed without a word and laid back down on the bed . the blindfolds were wrapped loosely around his neck now , the black sheets tangled around his torso . still sleepy , the recruiter waits for the frontman to ask him to leave now , but he's once again asking him to stay . stay like this , and the muscles on his shoulders relax .
he's not sure how many hours pass . but surprisingly enough , he does sleep through the dawn and to early hours of the morning in a bed that's not his own . well , the recruiter didn't have a problem sleeping in another bed , but in his boss' bed ? well , he expected himself to stay awake and stress over accidentally seeing his face and dying . though still , the first thing he does when his eyes open is to search for something that might reflect the man's face behind him . his breathing pattern had changed so the frontman notices he's awake , repeats those three words in his shoulder and the recruiter mumbles back a soft response this time ; ‘ i won't move , sir . ‘ he doesn't care about how masked men's faces look , but there was something about him that made the recruiter curious . then , after a beat , he says again , with a throaty voice . not from lack of use but other things . ‘ good morning . ‘ the room doesn't have any windows , it's almost suffocating . though he didn't see much of it last night due to the blindfolds . alarmingly so , he starts to realize it's quite pleasant to have the frontman's chest pressed against his back . he moves slightly , winces on accident . but no noises leave him , it's not entirely comfortable but he doesn't want to put on the blindfolds yet . he catches the sight of his thigh when he curls his leg , bruised under fingertips . it's a rather satisfying sight . the recruiter leans himself back against the man , whispers . ‘ was i good ? ‘