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“Unbelievable.”
Kalego huffed, crossing his arms in dissatisfaction as he examined the diminutive hotel room presented before him.
“Honestly, that damn chair demon.” He waltzed through the entry, towards the singular bed, set neatly against the far wall “This has got to be some kind of joke.”
“Only one?”
Balam spoke from where he still stood within the room's doorframe, walking up next to Kalego to join him in his scrutiny. He brought a glove to tap at the metal cage clasping his jaw. “I suppose I can take the floor…”
“No.” Kalego returned, turning back from the bedstead. “This is clearly a misunderstanding on the staff’s end.” He exited the room, Balam following shortly behind. ‘The chair demon wouldn’t genuinely expect he and shichiro to share that pitiful excuse of a suite.’
Making their way back down towards the front desk, Kalego approached the familiar demoness that checked them in originally. Her red eyes fixated on the monitor in front of her, her fingers swiftly clacking away at the keyboard. Kalego lifted a hand and tapped the small bell situated upon the counter, the ding promptly grabbing the woman's attention. She quickly glanced up, acknowledging the two with a raise of her eyebrows as she hastily sat up, straightening her posture before turning away from the screen to face the two fully.
“Oh– ah yes-! Sorry, how can I help you?” She wore a strained smile, fatigue shown clear on her small frame. ‘clearly a mix up was bound to happen when the staff is this overworked’
“Yes Ma’am, I believe you’ve placed us within the wrong room.” Kalego spoke plainly yet politely, despite his irritation with the situation. “O-Oh my! I’m really sorry about that!! What room number are you two? I’ll recheck the booking logs.” She turned back to the computer, pulling up another page that presumably held the booking receipts.
“Yes, we were placed in room 66, You checked us in yourself not even 20 minutes ago.” Kalego complained, his frustration seeping through his calm demeanor.
“I did? I’m really sorry, my memory has been fuzzy lately.” The clerk laughed anxiously, her eyes scanning across the screen, before settling in place. “Room 66 you said?” She questioned, clicking her mouse.
“Yes.” Kalego replied sternly, his patience running thin. The demoness knit her brow, rereading the page in front of her. “No, yeah , that's the right room.” She tilted the screen enough so the two could peer at it. “Room 66, Single, booked 3 weeks prior.”
“Seriously?” Kalego glared at the screen. “Well, could we request a transfer?”
“Normally yes, but we’re currently fully booked due to a very popular Demdol concert being held nearby, so…” She tilted the screen back, giving the two a sorry half smile. “I really do apologize.”
Kalego rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing through gritted teeth. ‘That damn chair demon, why the hell would he even book a single?’
He thanked her, before turning back towards their room. It was far too late in the evening to go look for something else, and with this ‘concert’ he doubted any hotels near them would have any openings. He’d just have to figure something out.
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Kalego unlocked the door back to the familiar cramped space, stepping in as he glanced around, planning how exactly the two men were to go about their sleeping arrangements. His eyes landed on a small sofa.
“Shichiro, you can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He spoke, walking up to the loveseat.
“What? No, Kalego, you take the bed, I can sleep there.” Balam protested.
Kalego turned, raising a brow as he scanned his allies' rather large form.
“Shichiro, You can’t even fit half your body on this thing.”
“Well. I’m not letting you sleep there.” He argued.
“Well I’m not letting you sleep here either, nor am I letting you sleep on the floor.”
Kalego put his hands on his hips, shooting Balam a firm glare. Neither of them were going to let up about this it seems. Kalego shifted his gaze back to the bed, despite the rooms small size the bed itself was decently large, Not a king size, but it was big enough to where they should both be able to comfortably fit, albeit with a bit of shoulder brushing.
“Hm… Well we could just both sleep on the bed.”
He suggested, fixing his view back towards shichiro, who met his gaze with wide eyes.
“What–!? Both of us?” Balam sputtered, his body stiffened.
“Mhm. It's up to you of course. If you don’t want to, that's fine, but I will be taking the couch.”
Kalego started, turning towards the sofa.
“No!” Balam shouted, a tad louder than he meant to. “No. That's… uhm, it's fine, we can share.”
“You sure? You sound anxious.” Kalego impeached, tilting his head towards his companion. Balam shook his head, his eyes falling to stare at the wall beside them.
“No, I’m okay, It's fine, I promise.”
Kalego stared for a bit longer, before nodding. “Alright, Well I’m going to shower.”
He picked up the small luggage case he’d brought, opening it and retrieving a few travel bottles of soap and some clean clothes.
Balam watched as he entered the small bathroom located on the left side of the room, waiting for the sound of water before turning to his own baggage to change into his sleepwear. Normally He’d sleep only in his underwear, but given the fact he’s not only sharing a room, but also a bed with his friend, he opted to wear a pair of shorts and a loose shirt as well.
…
Balam was sitting on the bedside’s edge, his eyes firmly fixed to the floor. The sound of water shutting off followed by a click a few minutes after brought his glare back up, his eyes inadvertently landing directly on Kalego's bare chest. He gasped, his eyes shooting open, before he tore his view away, shifting his entire body to face the other direction.
Kalego cocked his head to the side, brows pressed together. “What?” He eyed the gargoyle, who was huddled near the top left corner of the bed.
“Your... Uhm, your clothes.” Balam muttered, keeping his flustered face turned away from the other demon.
“Relax, you act like you’ve never seen me shirtless before.” Kalego chuckled, circling over to the opposing side of the bed. “Besides, I don’t like sleeping in layers, it’s uncomfortable.”
Balam perked up, peering back over towards his colleague. His eyes drifted down and confirmed his suspicion that Kalego was indeed wearing nothing but his boxers. A wave of embarrassment rushed to his face again, and he whipped back around to his original position facing towards the wall. “R-Right.” He coughed, trying to slow his pounding heart.
Kalego climbed into the bed, pushing the blanket down slightly as he eyed Balam’s back.
“Shichiro, are you feeling alright? You look feverish.” he spoke, reaching a hand out to touch the warm skin, his fingertips pressed faintly against Balam's forearm. The gargoyle jolted forward from the touch, his head snapping back towards the other man.
Kalego was leaned forward on his knees, one arm anchored into the mattress beside him, the other still held out in front of him. His eyes showed genuine concern. Balam swallowed at the sight, a shudder running down his spine.
“Yeah, I’m- I’m fine. Sorry.” He mumbled.
“You know, you’re not a very good liar shichiro.” Kalego voiced, placing a hand on balam’s shoulder, crawling closer towards the larger demon, whilst pulling him closer as well. Balam promptly fixed his hands overtop his lap, clenching them into tight fists before Kalego's piercing gaze befell upon him. Unfortunately for him, Kalego is a very keenly aware man.
Kalego pushed Balam's shoulder back against the bedframe, his other hand snaking around to tilt his head towards him. Balam’s face was a deep scarlet, eyes heavy with guilt.
Kalego’s gaze eventually drifted to the hands still clasped over the man's lap, desperately attempting to conceal his shame beneath them. Kalego hummed, sliding one of his own hands down over the two. He attempted to remove the hold, but was met with resistance.
“It’s okay.” He whispered, His eyes returning to meet shichiros, whose own gaze softened. Turning his head, Balam eased his hold, allowing the other to pull his hands away. He clenched his eyes shut, his fingers gripping the bedsheets from where they were now placed beside him. He braced himself for whatever reprimand Kalego would give him, the expectations of disgust caused his eyes to sting.
A gentle stroke against his clothed groin , again , caused the demon to jump, his head almost colliding with the backboard.
“K-Kaleg-”
“Really?” Kalego interrupted, withdrawing his hand. Their eyes met again, Kalego’s meeting him with an unfamiliar look. “So worked up, just from a bit of skin?” Balam shifted nervously, pressing his back firmly against the headboard. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, moving his hands to cover himself again.
“Don’t be.” Kalego interjected, grabbing Balam's hands before he could hide himself, pushing them back down to his sides. “I’m quite flattered, actually.” He pulled himself closer, slightly pressing Balam's legs apart in the process.
“And.. a bit excited, if I’m being honest.”
Balam blinked at the admission, his breath shaky as Kalego inched further towards him. “Excited..?” Balam repeated the word, his eyes following Kalego's hands as they slipped up his thighs.
“Mhm…” He mouthed, his breathing picking up as he stared intensely at Balam, much like how a hungry lion would eye up a gazelle.
“This means you feel the same as me, correct? or am I misinterpreting this situation?” His hands cupped the sides of Balam's upper legs, thumbs pressing circles into the fabric of his shorts.
“Uh. Well I…” The surge of touches and new information overwhelmed Balam, who quickly pulled himself away, rolling towards the center of the bed. Kalego eyed him as he pulled his legs up towards his chest.
“I’m sorry, this is just… really sudden.”
“Oh.. did I make you uncomfortable? Forgive me if I have, I really should’ve asked before touching you like that.” Kalego leaned back, feeling a tad embarrassed himself now for getting carried away.
“No no! It's not that, I just…” Shichiro sighed, fumbling over his words as he tried to formulate his thoughts. “...What you said… about me feeling the same way… does that mean?...” Balam had calmed himself enough to turn his attention back to Kalego, who met him with a serious expression.
“It means I like you, Shichiro.” He stated, his voice unwavering. “And I Thought… maybe this means you like me too.” Balam held his gaze firmly on him for a few moments, silently, as if analyzing each word thoroughly, waiting for some subtle abnormality to unveil itself in his steady expression… Kalego knew what he was doing.
Buzzer.
… It didn’t trigger. Balam felt the tenseness in his body ease, his legs faltered from their position. “You… Really mean that?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Of course I do, and you know that I do.” Kalego inched back in front of Balam, though his hands remained off him this time.
“Yeah… I’m sorry for using buzzer on you…” He brought Kalego’s hands into his own. “It's fine. “ Kalego mumbled, feeling the faint imprint of scales beneath the gargoyle's gloves. “...so?”
Balam blinked at him, His face held a tinge of uncertainty. ‘Oh right, he just confessed, I should probably respond.’
“Oh- well… I like you too!” He squeezed Kalego’s hands, their eyes stayed locked for a few seconds. Kalego looked back down, letting out a sigh of relief, he didn’t have buzzer of course, but he could tell when Shichiro was lying, and right now he wasn’t.
“I’m glad...” Kalego took a few more moments to bask in the tingling feeling that blossomed within him, feeling the warmth of Shichiro's hands within his own, before he spoke up again.
“While we’re being honest, Can I tell you something else?” He whispered. Creeping closer to the gargoyle, his knees pressing against the other. “Oh, yeah of course. What is it?” Balam responded quickly, buzzer wasn’t active, but he trusted Kalego.
“I really want you to fuck me right now.”
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‘Oh…?’
Balam froze in shock for a bit, the words still not entirely registered in his brain.
‘OH.’
“If you want to, of course, I’m not going to pressure you.” Kalego withdrew his fingers, curling his body towards the bedside. “I can take care of myself, and then we can go to bed, and pretend none of this happened.” He moved to the side, pushing himself up and towards the restroom, though before he could get up fully he was pulled by a grip on his wrist, drawing him back.
“No-” Balam urged, sounding a bit more desperate than he intended. Kalego curved back to face him, following the arm that lowered him back into his previous standing. “I… I want to.” His tone was low, heavy with desire, though he sounded nervous still. His eyes narrowed, locking with kalegos, his expression fighting against the anxiety. Kalego smiled, it was cute.
“Alright then.” He curred, pulling himself up and onto Balam's lap, his legs straddling his thighs the best he could as he lifted a hand to the other's face. Balam followed his movements intently with his eyes, his hands finding themselves cupped around Kalego’s waist.
Kalego hummed, curving his fingers around the angle of Balam’s jaw, the metal mask cool against his skin as he held his face. “Can I take this off?” He pressed against the latches.
“Ah… do you have to?” Balam mumbled, his eyes dropping with shame.
“Well, it'd be awfully uncomfortable to keep it on the whole time.” Kalego tilted Balam's head, guiding his eyes back to his own.
“Besides, I want to kiss your pretty face.”
He grinned, feeling a giddy sense of pride at the flustered look he invoked in the gargoyle, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed a gorgeous red.
“O-oh.. okay…” Balam stuttered his words, turning his chin up enough so Kalego could better access the clasps that held the iron clad in its place.
A few clicks, and the piece of metal was swiftly removed, Kalego placing it down delicately on the nightstand beside him, before turning back, craning his head to take in the full view of Balam's now exposed face. He simply stared for a few moments, eyes fixated on the maw full of large razor sharp fangs, and the torn skin that adorned its edges.
“...uhm…Kalego?” Balam spoke, the silence and prolonged staring causing him to feel slightly self conscious. “Are you-”
“Fuck shichiro, you're so beautiful.” Kalego groaned, his hands trailed up Balam's jaw, fingers ghosting over the scarred lips. “Can I kiss you? Please?” The urgency in his tone surprised Balam, a verbal response lost on him, so he simply nodded instead.
The kiss was messy, Balam's scar and inability to fully close his mouth on account of his overly large fangs made it difficult, but Kalego worked with what he was given to the best of his ability.
He placed kisses along the sides of the torn mouth, all across the intact side, and gently across the tattered side, as well as against the teeth themselves.
It wasn't a traditional kiss in the slightest, but the gasps and mewls that slipped from the gargoyle showed that it was enjoyable regardless. He parted his lips, pressing his tongue experimentally against the cage of teeth, which opened with a surprised breath. Kalego used this opportunity to slip his tongue through the opening, the thick muscle finding its way firmly against the other.
“Ah- Kal- eh- mmngh-” Balam mumbled, his words muffled by the tongue invading his mouth. He tightened his grip on Kalego's waist, accidentally grinding his crotch down against his own, drawing an audible moan from the man.
Kalego pulled back, a strand of saliva bridged precariously between their mouths. He pulled a hand to wipe the spit from his lips. Balam used this time to catch his breath, winded from their makeshift make-out.
“This. Take this off.” Kalego regained his composure, eagerly tugging at the hem of Balam's sleep shirt, pushing the cloth up against his chest. The words came across more like a demand than a request, Balam obliged, lifting his arms to allow the shirt to be removed, and promptly discarded.
Kalego returned to staring, his eyes combing over Balam's torso, soaking in every inch of the man's skin. His hands drifted across the expanse of his chest, along his collar bone, and around the back of Balam’s neck, pulling him into a further barrage of kisses. Hands freely explored exposed skin as the two pressed into each other, pulling back only to catch their breaths before frantically driving back into one another.
The friction of bodies grinding, and the hot air blowing against lips did wonders to rile the two, both grasping each other desperately between their heavy petting. A hand snaked its way down Balam’s stomach, fingers dipping partly below the hem of his shorts. The demon stirred under the touch, clasping a fist over the hand, halting its advancement.
“Sorry, is that too much?” Kalego withdrew, placing his hand against the mattress. “No.” Balam shuffled, fixing his position on the bed, “It’s just, well… I’ve never done this kind of thing before, so I don’t know what I’m really doing… I feel like I’m making you do all the work here.” He sulked, his hands set still on Kalego’s waist. Kalego sighed, placing a kiss to the gargoyle's nose, before sliding down from his lap.
“That’s alright, we’ll take it slow.” He slipped his hands underneath and up between Balam's thighs, parting his legs, lowering himself into the gap. “I’ll show you first, okay? You can try yourself after.”
Balam nodded in reply, gaze fixed on Kalego as he returned his hands to his waistline. Slipping the shorts and underwear down and off in one motion and towards the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Kalego crawled into place, fixing himself between Balam’s muscular legs. He swallowed hard, planting a hand firmly against one of his knees, the other inching towards the swollen mass that was now fully revealed to him.
Kalego felt bad watching the man throb within his touch, it was clear he was suffering from a painful erection throughout their foreplay, and yet he kept himself contained. Kalego found it impressive, surely no demon but shichiro would be capable of striving off their temptations like that, even so with how persistently they taunted him.
Well, it would only be right to reward such restraint.
Kalego lowered his head, his grip on Balam's knee holding his body steady as he placed the tip of his tongue softly to the reddened head, dragging it up along the slit, the salty taste of precum seeped into his taste buds. He tilted his head, his eyes meeting Balam’s, who stared down at him with heavy eyes, his mouth hung open and thick drool trickled down his jaw, a truly lewd sight.
Kalego smirked, pressing his tongue harder against him, dragging a wet stripe from the base to the very tip, earning himself a pleased whine from his partner. He continued to coat the member in saliva, licking each trace of sensitive skin, lapping up any fluids that oozed down from the pulsating peak.
Balam was … large, too large for Kalego to feasibly take in all at once, so he opted to lick. Occasionally he would slip the head into his mouth, but never more than that, not that this bothered Balam much, who was a whimpering mess beneath him.
Balam had a hand placed behind Kalego’s head, his fingers dug snugly into the purple strands, not pulling on the hairs themselves, but held hard enough to make Kalego’s scalp sting when he moved. Kalego brought his free hand up, coiling his fingers around his base, stroking the thick muscle whilst he tongued at the tip. The separate sensations sent waves of pleasure through Balam’s veins, finally boiling over and overwhelming him completely as his body stiffened up, his grip tightening as he sputtered out a few unintelligible words between gasps and moans, it was clear he was very, very close.
Kalego didn’t let up his steady pace, as much as he wanted to drag out his teasing, he decided not to. Quickening the strokes of his hand and tongue, Kalego pushed as far as he could, bringing his mouth down as far as it would go, until the corners of his lips threatened to tear, the tightness in his throat as Balam hit the back of it sending tingles down his spine. He put his all into a final act, pressing his tongue flat against the underside, pushing himself uncomfortably further down until he was practically choking on Balam’s girth. His eyes lolled back, straining to lock eyes with the larger demon as he began to work at him, his jaw stung painfully, but the pain mixed with the delicious noises spewing from Balam's lips did nothing but stir up his own arousal even further as he pushed down.
His scalp throbbed in pain as Balam abruptly yanked Kalego back by his hair, his mouth slipping off him as the feeling of warm thick threads laced his face, the viscous substance shooting out in erratic bursts. Kalego stuck out his tongue, letting the bitter fluid land within his open mouth. Balam’s breathing was equally as sporadic, breaths heavy and hoarse as he drew in large amounts of oxygen, his chest heaving with each intake.
Once Kalego was sure he was finished, he brought a palm to wipe the remaining liquid from his face, making a show of licking the remnants from his fingers as he crawled beside the exhausted man. Balam took a moment or so to bask in the afterglow of his high, his legs shaking as he eased his body from its rigid state. He glanced beside him at the sweat and cum soaked demon nested by his side, a rush of embarrassment flooded into him upon seeing his mess plastered across Kalego’s face.
“Ah- Kalego- I’m sorry!” Balam pulled the man into his arms, using his gloved fingers to gingerly wipe away a smear beside his lip. Kalego placed a hand over the back of his, pulling it overtop his lips and placing a kiss against the gloved palm.
“Don’t be.” He mumbled into the cloth. The two stayed like this for a moment, a silent sense of mutual longing dissipating with each gentle touch, every stroke of hair, every kiss against skin. Balam was content with staying like this for the rest of the night, but as his eyes drifted, he caught a glimpse of something that he couldn’t let go unnoticed.
“You’re still… uhm… “ Balam motioned to Kalego’s crotch, Although he had been given release, Kalego himself was still visibly very hard from the pent up excitement and lack of attention.
“Hm.” Kalego glanced down, the throbbing in his groin obvious now that he wasn’t distracted. “Do you think you can…?” He raised a brow, moving his eyes back up to meet the other.
“Yeah…” Balam responded, quickling pulling Kalego up by his hips. He flipped the other onto his back with ease, climbing overtop him in the process. Kalego’s lean figure was overshadowed completely by Balam, his silver hair caged the man in as he stared down at him. Kalego ached in anticipation, his body desperate to be ravaged by the hulking man.
Balam surveyed the scene for a few seconds more, before lifting an arm from his placement, pulling it down to hook a finger underneath the elastic band of Kalego's boxers. He looked to Kalego, who met him with an eager nod. He turned his gaze back down, taking his time to pull at the clothing.
“Wait-” Kalego interjected as Balam slipped the undergarments down his legs and off from his feet.
“Yes?” He questioned, placing the fabric aside. Kalego propped himself up onto his elbows, motioning to Balam's hands with his own.
“Could you… take those off before you start?” Kalego asked, Balam looked at him, then to his gloved claws, and back to him. “Are you sure? I'm not sure how nice the scales would feel… and I could cut you.”
“Please.” Kalego begged. Balam blinked, still not used to that word coming from him of all demons. He nodded, bringing the gloves to his teeth to pull the fabric off by the fingertips. Once removed he placed the thick coverings with his mask on the bedside table, turning back to the man, who eased down against the pillows, satisfied with the visible response.
Balam brought his hands down to Kalego’s hips, fingers careful to not scratch at the smooth flesh.
“I don't think I'll be able to do what you did, but I should be able to do this…” He whispered, bringing one taloned claw to his mouth, his long tongue slipping between the digits and against his palm. Once he was satisfied with the slickness of spit coating his hand, he brought it back down towards the blooming heat between Kalego’s legs.
He gently wrapped his fingers around the flesh, careful to avoid pressing any razor sharp nails into the delicate skin. He gave an experimental squeeze, not too tight, but enough to apply pressure. Kalego hummed at the feeling, his hips rolling into the touch. Balam watched his expressions intently, searching for any trace of discomfort as he began to slowly pump his fist. The cool textured scales provided an unusual, though not unpleasant, feeling as they slipped along Kalego’s shaft, he groaned, head sinking back against the pillow as he indulged fully in the pleasure, his body rocking gently into the grip.
“A-ah- Faster… shichiro.” He rutted up against the palm, the sudden jerk causing a sharp nail to nick at the skin, the pain sending even more pleasure coursing through his frame. Balam paused, the faint trickle of blood spiking alarm in the man, his eyes darting up to quickly check on Kalego. His head was slumped back, a hand draped across his flushed face, whines and whimpers clung to his lips. Balam felt a familiar rise of heat in his chest, the sight rousing him on as he pumped faster. He bent down, craning his head into the nook of Kalego's neck.
Kalego was brought back to reality by a heavy wetness against his skin, Balam had pressed his long tongue to his nape, slipping the thick muscle along the sensitive angles of Kalego's collar. The sensation inciting increasingly more lewd sounds from the demon's lips.
“So pretty.” Balam muttered against the warm skin, pulling a bit between his sharp teeth. His pace unwavering as he continued to work. Kalego felt himself begin to again drift away into the sea of pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut as he let the waves wash over him.
A sharp pain in his neck had promptly ripped him from the haze, causing his eyes to shoot open and a disgustingly loud moan to escape his throat. Balam had sunk his teeth into the supple flesh he'd been licking at, his large hand squeezing Kalego tight as he stroked him relentlessly, his movements brutish as he lost himself in his own desire. Kalego's hands curled around Balam's back, claws dragging into skin as Balam lapped up the blood pouring from the throbbing wound.
“F-Fuck, ahh–! S-Shichiro–!?” Kalego spat through cries, his nails digging deep into Balam's back who continued to lick and bite at his neck whilst jerking him off. Kalego wrapped his legs tightly around the man above him, pulling him down as he cried out, muffled by the strands of silver hair which wrapped around him like a cocoon. Fuck he was so close.
Balam tilted his head, sliding his tongue up along the base of Kalego's neck, and up along the line of his jaw. He lifted his mouth, breath hot against him as Balam whispered into his ear.
“So pretty for me…Just for me, only for me.”
The words exited his lips as a growl, deep and husky. A chill snaked its way through Kalego’s spine as the words flowed through his brain, sending electricity directly down to the tip of his dick, which twitched as he shot his release in thick ropes across the gargoyle's chest, as well as his own stomach.
Kalego fell back against the mattress, arms and legs falling limp as he sunk his head into the pillows, breathing ragged and throat hoarse as he rode out his orgasm. Balam worked on wringing the last drops of spend from Kalegos softening cock, before crawling up besides the other in a similar manner Kalego had previously done for him.
“...Ahm…sorry, I got carried away…” Balam ghosted a hand over the reddening wounds plastered across Kalego’s neck and shoulders.
“Here, let me heal-”
“No” Kalego interrupted, waving Balam off, voice rough and still very raw.
“I..I want them.” He mumbled, turning towards the other.
They were both filthy, covered in the fruits of their passion, and they were both extremely exhausted. Kalego hummed, pulling himself into the feathered chest of his partner, his head slotting comfortably underneath his chin. Balam nuzzled into him, wrapping his talons around the other as he drew him close.
He wondered for a moment about saying something, though a quiet snore distracted him from the thought. Glancing down, Kalego was slumped against him, his breaths shallow as he drifted into sleep, hands still clutching him even in slumber.
Balam pulled the blanket over the two, tucking them both comfortably in, before shutting his eyes, allowing the gentle embrace of sleep to wrap around him. Mumbling one last “I love you” into the messy purple hair, before finally falling asleep himself.
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-HI author here, I hope ya'll enjoyed this, it took a bit even tho its so simple lol. ANYWAY heres the lil bonus artwork for the fic UHH like .and subscribe
