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yusukekitagawa“Aah-!”
Steven sighed in pleasure as he flopped on to the bed. Chris followed suit as he also collapsed onto Steven’s chest. The young man’s breathing slowed, and he seemed to be drifting off to sleep. Steven, not used to such stillness from chris, panicked a little. “I-i wonder if he’s ok…?” He almost went to shake him a bit but a small sigh stopped him. Steven calmed a bit. He realized how silly it was to panic. Chris probably just fell asleep, which should have seemed obvious. Usually, after they had sex, Chris was quick to get dressed and out of the bed, never having time to cuddle. Although Steven has noticed that he’s been going to put his clothes on alot slower than when they first started...whatever this was.
“Maybe he’s just tired…” Chris had told him that he had a rough week.
“Ugh!!” He would say as he scowled, looking away from Steven.
“He said we were going on a shopping trip since i always,” chris mimicked aaron’s disgustingly enthusiastic voice, “‘Oh SO picky about your clothing, my wittle pet!’ Ugh! It was hardly a shopping trip! The worst!” Chris was actually turning a bit red in the face; he was honestly getting angry. Steven would ask him what happened and if he could help but all chris would do is frown pout. “Hmph!” He would stomp his foot at each attempt to get more info out of him. When Steven finally gave up, Chris had turned to him and hugged him around the waist. He stood on his tippy toes and pecked Steven right on the lips.
“Well, maybe you can help me out,” he’d say, running a finger down his chest. “Im so tense! Help me relax?” And that, as they say, was that.
Of course Steven didn’t mind helping Chris “relax.” It was better than his usual method of de-stressing ing, which often times involved copious amounts some illegal substance. So Steven let chris lay there. He had actually never been so..close to chris, especially with him so still like this. Any attempts Steven made at cuddling or snuggling always lead to chris trying to fuck him. “It’s like the kid doesn’t know what the purpose of cuddling is!” Steven thought. Or, he used to think until he got a bit of a vague explanation.
At some point, chris had been lying next to Steven, similar to how he was today: calm and still. Steven thought this a perfect opportunity to reach out and kiss him. He looked so peaceful, laying there with his eyes half open. He had a slight smile playing on his face. When Steven went in for a peck, however, Chris recoiled. He looked confused and scooted a bit from Steven. His eyes were no longer half open, but staring wide at Steven.
“Did i do something wrong?” Steven asked quietly. He had to make a habit of asking when Chris seemed on edge, as the boy was a bit unstable and could be quite self destructive when he felt threatened.
“No, you didn’t. I just want to lay here.” He didn’t sound mad, but his face. He almost looked offended. Almost.
“Yes, so do i.”
“Then let me lay here.” He pulled the covers up around his head and turned around. This of course made little sense to Steven. After giving the situation some thoughf, he came to the conclusion that Chris had some sort of weird relationship with cuddling. Maybe it didn’t mean what it meant to Steven. Maybe little gestures like a small kiss in bed or holding hands meant completely different things to the two of them. Whatever the case, Steven did not try to cuddle with Chris.
In that moment, Steven really was tempted to run his fingers through chris’s thick curly hair. To put his arm around him, to let his hand gently explore his small frame. But he didn’t want to startle chris, especially if he were asleep. He settled for laying there, and letting chris lay there. He relaxed and examined him. He never realized the roots of his hair were also blue...green? What color was that? How did Chris dye his hair so closely? Today chris had his hair out as opposed to his usual ponytail. It was ruffled and messy, as it always ends up after their time together. Looking closely, he saw just how thick it was! How did he manage to get a comb through it? He wanted so badly to touch it and play with it, but resisted the urge.
He instead turned his attention chris’s skin. Steven always noticed how pale it was, and it made sense. Vampires have pale skin, that’s basic knowledge. But he never really took the time to look at how odd it really was. Chris’s skin was pale yes, but also...there was a weird slightly yellowish undertone to it. Maybe not yellow...golden? Like he had tried to tan but it didn’t quite work out. His veins were clearly visible. With Chris laying on his chest like this, Steven had ample time to feel how soft it was. With each long breath he took, Steven could feel chris’s soft skin against his; a very pleasant feeling indeed. He wanted to trace little circles on Chris’s back just to feel the skin on his fingertips, but again he resisted the urge.
As Chris lay there, it seemed as though his breathing was gradually getting slower. This had worries Steven a bit until he remembered that vampires usually breath slowly anyways. But he never noticed just HOW slowly! Steven counted about 15 seconds in between each breath. Was this normal? He listened carefully for Chris’s heartbeat; it too was incredibly slow compared to his own heart. He moved his head a bit to the side, carefull to not rouse chris. He wanted to see if chris was even still awake, or alive for that matter. Chris’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in a serene smile. W-was he sleep? Steven had never seen chris look so peaceful, it was kind of scary for a moment. Another slow breath from chris, however made all hsi fear go away. Yeah, he was probably just sleep. He couldn’t help but thinkjist how sweet chris looked. He wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him, but of course he knew better. Instead he thought it better if he just got up and let chris sleep. He wiggled a bit...and a bit more...trying to get from under chris without waking him. He kept wiggling for a a another minute until chris’s head rose slowly. He looked a bit annoyed.
“Can you...maybe...stop moving!!” It wasn’t a question, he said it quietly, obviously irritated.
“What…? I thought you were sleep!” Chris rubbed his eyes lay his hands on Steven’s chest.
“No? I’m not even sleepy. I’m just laying here and you’re making that impossible with all your fidgeting!” Steven and chris stared at each other for second, chris lightly running his hands over Steven’s chest.
“So you just...you’re just laying there...pretending to be asleep?”
“I’m not pretending! It’s pretty obvious that I wasn’t sleep. You’re just weird.” Steven couldn’t help but start laughing.
“Me? I’m the weird one?” He was still laughing. Chris couldn’t tell what was so funny about anything that just happened and waited for Steven to stop laughing. Seeing chris’s blank face only made Steven want to laugh more, but he held it in.
“Oh my god chris...you’re so… god.”
“Whaaaat? Weird?”
“A bit, yeah.” Steven chuckled. Chris sat up on Steven and folded his arms. He pouted.
“Hmph! Well! I say you’re the weird one here! I mean, your heart keeps decreasing and increasing, it was making me dizzy! It took all of my self restraint to not start laughing!” Steven sat up so he could be level with chris.
“Oh yeah? You thought that was funny?” Steven laughed.
“Is that why you were fake sleeping, to listen to my heart? Chris, that sounds like something a pervert would do!” He laughed at how pink chris’s cheeks turned.
“Shut up and lay back down! Ugh! You are so annoying!” Steven lay back onto the bed and looked up at chris, it was obvious he didn’t really mean what he said. Steven smiled. Chris rolled his eyes and settled back onto his spot on Steven’s chest.
“Don’t start all that moving again, ok? I’m trying to relax.”
“Ooooh, you relax by laying on some strange guys chest? Listening to his heartbeat? I don’t know chris that sounds like an oddly specific fetish you got there.”
“Oh stop talking, you idiot. Besides, you’re hardly a stranger. Right?” Steven was taken aback by how sincere chris asked that question. Chris didn’t look up, Be Steven could tell he was embarrassed by what he said. His ears were turning pink.
“Ha, you’re right. I’m not a stranger anymore. We’re more like…”
“Friends, right?”
“Ah, yeah. We’re more like friends.”
This time, chris really did fall asleep, and so did Steven.
Steven sighed in pleasure as he flopped on to the bed. Chris followed suit as he also collapsed onto Steven’s chest. The young man’s breathing slowed, and he seemed to be drifting off to sleep. Steven, not used to such stillness from chris, panicked a little. “I-i wonder if he’s ok…?” He almost went to shake him a bit but a small sigh stopped him. Steven calmed a bit. He realized how silly it was to panic. Chris probably just fell asleep, which should have seemed obvious. Usually, after they had sex, Chris was quick to get dressed and out of the bed, never having time to cuddle. Although Steven has noticed that he’s been going to put his clothes on alot slower than when they first started...whatever this was.
“Maybe he’s just tired…” Chris had told him that he had a rough week.
“Ugh!!” He would say as he scowled, looking away from Steven.
“He said we were going on a shopping trip since i always,” chris mimicked aaron’s disgustingly enthusiastic voice, “‘Oh SO picky about your clothing, my wittle pet!’ Ugh! It was hardly a shopping trip! The worst!” Chris was actually turning a bit red in the face; he was honestly getting angry. Steven would ask him what happened and if he could help but all chris would do is frown pout. “Hmph!” He would stomp his foot at each attempt to get more info out of him. When Steven finally gave up, Chris had turned to him and hugged him around the waist. He stood on his tippy toes and pecked Steven right on the lips.
“Well, maybe you can help me out,” he’d say, running a finger down his chest. “Im so tense! Help me relax?” And that, as they say, was that.
Of course Steven didn’t mind helping Chris “relax.” It was better than his usual method of de-stressing ing, which often times involved copious amounts some illegal substance. So Steven let chris lay there. He had actually never been so..close to chris, especially with him so still like this. Any attempts Steven made at cuddling or snuggling always lead to chris trying to fuck him. “It’s like the kid doesn’t know what the purpose of cuddling is!” Steven thought. Or, he used to think until he got a bit of a vague explanation.
At some point, chris had been lying next to Steven, similar to how he was today: calm and still. Steven thought this a perfect opportunity to reach out and kiss him. He looked so peaceful, laying there with his eyes half open. He had a slight smile playing on his face. When Steven went in for a peck, however, Chris recoiled. He looked confused and scooted a bit from Steven. His eyes were no longer half open, but staring wide at Steven.
“Did i do something wrong?” Steven asked quietly. He had to make a habit of asking when Chris seemed on edge, as the boy was a bit unstable and could be quite self destructive when he felt threatened.
“No, you didn’t. I just want to lay here.” He didn’t sound mad, but his face. He almost looked offended. Almost.
“Yes, so do i.”
“Then let me lay here.” He pulled the covers up around his head and turned around. This of course made little sense to Steven. After giving the situation some thoughf, he came to the conclusion that Chris had some sort of weird relationship with cuddling. Maybe it didn’t mean what it meant to Steven. Maybe little gestures like a small kiss in bed or holding hands meant completely different things to the two of them. Whatever the case, Steven did not try to cuddle with Chris.
In that moment, Steven really was tempted to run his fingers through chris’s thick curly hair. To put his arm around him, to let his hand gently explore his small frame. But he didn’t want to startle chris, especially if he were asleep. He settled for laying there, and letting chris lay there. He relaxed and examined him. He never realized the roots of his hair were also blue...green? What color was that? How did Chris dye his hair so closely? Today chris had his hair out as opposed to his usual ponytail. It was ruffled and messy, as it always ends up after their time together. Looking closely, he saw just how thick it was! How did he manage to get a comb through it? He wanted so badly to touch it and play with it, but resisted the urge.
He instead turned his attention chris’s skin. Steven always noticed how pale it was, and it made sense. Vampires have pale skin, that’s basic knowledge. But he never really took the time to look at how odd it really was. Chris’s skin was pale yes, but also...there was a weird slightly yellowish undertone to it. Maybe not yellow...golden? Like he had tried to tan but it didn’t quite work out. His veins were clearly visible. With Chris laying on his chest like this, Steven had ample time to feel how soft it was. With each long breath he took, Steven could feel chris’s soft skin against his; a very pleasant feeling indeed. He wanted to trace little circles on Chris’s back just to feel the skin on his fingertips, but again he resisted the urge.
As Chris lay there, it seemed as though his breathing was gradually getting slower. This had worries Steven a bit until he remembered that vampires usually breath slowly anyways. But he never noticed just HOW slowly! Steven counted about 15 seconds in between each breath. Was this normal? He listened carefully for Chris’s heartbeat; it too was incredibly slow compared to his own heart. He moved his head a bit to the side, carefull to not rouse chris. He wanted to see if chris was even still awake, or alive for that matter. Chris’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in a serene smile. W-was he sleep? Steven had never seen chris look so peaceful, it was kind of scary for a moment. Another slow breath from chris, however made all hsi fear go away. Yeah, he was probably just sleep. He couldn’t help but thinkjist how sweet chris looked. He wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him, but of course he knew better. Instead he thought it better if he just got up and let chris sleep. He wiggled a bit...and a bit more...trying to get from under chris without waking him. He kept wiggling for a a another minute until chris’s head rose slowly. He looked a bit annoyed.
“Can you...maybe...stop moving!!” It wasn’t a question, he said it quietly, obviously irritated.
“What…? I thought you were sleep!” Chris rubbed his eyes lay his hands on Steven’s chest.
“No? I’m not even sleepy. I’m just laying here and you’re making that impossible with all your fidgeting!” Steven and chris stared at each other for second, chris lightly running his hands over Steven’s chest.
“So you just...you’re just laying there...pretending to be asleep?”
“I’m not pretending! It’s pretty obvious that I wasn’t sleep. You’re just weird.” Steven couldn’t help but start laughing.
“Me? I’m the weird one?” He was still laughing. Chris couldn’t tell what was so funny about anything that just happened and waited for Steven to stop laughing. Seeing chris’s blank face only made Steven want to laugh more, but he held it in.
“Oh my god chris...you’re so… god.”
“Whaaaat? Weird?”
“A bit, yeah.” Steven chuckled. Chris sat up on Steven and folded his arms. He pouted.
“Hmph! Well! I say you’re the weird one here! I mean, your heart keeps decreasing and increasing, it was making me dizzy! It took all of my self restraint to not start laughing!” Steven sat up so he could be level with chris.
“Oh yeah? You thought that was funny?” Steven laughed.
“Is that why you were fake sleeping, to listen to my heart? Chris, that sounds like something a pervert would do!” He laughed at how pink chris’s cheeks turned.
“Shut up and lay back down! Ugh! You are so annoying!” Steven lay back onto the bed and looked up at chris, it was obvious he didn’t really mean what he said. Steven smiled. Chris rolled his eyes and settled back onto his spot on Steven’s chest.
“Don’t start all that moving again, ok? I’m trying to relax.”
“Ooooh, you relax by laying on some strange guys chest? Listening to his heartbeat? I don’t know chris that sounds like an oddly specific fetish you got there.”
“Oh stop talking, you idiot. Besides, you’re hardly a stranger. Right?” Steven was taken aback by how sincere chris asked that question. Chris didn’t look up, Be Steven could tell he was embarrassed by what he said. His ears were turning pink.
“Ha, you’re right. I’m not a stranger anymore. We’re more like…”
“Friends, right?”
“Ah, yeah. We’re more like friends.”
This time, chris really did fall asleep, and so did Steven.
