someone is sleeping in my bed!!

[infield]

It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.

Too bad someone doesn't agree.


what to do?

i. oh, i know you.

a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
d. Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tired to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
e. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.


II. who the hell are you???

a. Scream 'OMGWTF GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. Prank! - What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
d. Get to Know them NON-Biblically - Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. As a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.


III. Decide - fuck the police. You hear me right. Fuck 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!

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[staminaroll]

[Satoru's not exactly expecting a swell of violins and for rose petals to start falling around them. He's not even sure he expects a response. Maybe a grunt of acknowledgement and, more likely, a withdrawal on Masamune's part. It wouldn't be the first time he'd misread the atmosphere and inadvertently pushed for more than Masamune was willing to give, after all.

But it doesn't happen. He sees the threat of it, but also the instant it becomes obvious that that's not going to happen. He doesn't even let go of his hand, and what's more, he gives him an even bigger opening. Sure, he looked away, but he told Satoru to do what he wants.

There's really only one thing he's wanted to do since Masamune quietly announced he was home.

The fidgeting will probably annoy him but it's the only way for Satoru to get into a position to kiss him, which he does. It's a gentle, casual kind of kiss, the kind he could see himself giving Masamune in a year or ten, welcoming him home from another road trip. He doesn't linger at it, starting to lay back down almost immediately after, but if Masamune's unhappy about Satoru's reaction to being given freedom, well, he brought that on himself.]

[snowline]

[ He knows, of course, that he'd been asked for, and given, his permission for this - this - this whatever this is - to continue. He hadn't intended it as a carte blanche, but it's not as if Furuya needs his permission to do whatever he wants, given the chance.

He shifts to look back as Furuya starts squirming again, huffing through his nose. Why is that he's usually perfectly happy to laze around except for when he's sharing a bed with Masamune? He opens his mouth to ask if he's going to be able to go five minutes between moving all over when he's interrupted.

They've been skirting that - this - since Furuya refused to move when poked away. The urge had burned low and sweet in his joints, and he'd let it simmer, like he lets a lot of things simmer, but the cover's off now. Usually the moments he refuses to put a name to are moments of passion, spurred by the stickiness of their rivalry and the sexual tension that doesn't dissipate because they're sharing an apartment. This... this is none of the above, a soft buzz more than an electric shock.

His hand slides slow up the line of Furuya's arm from his elbow in the wake of it, fingers tracing the seam where his sleeve stops, and his grip tightens on Furuya's bicep, enough to yank him back from retreating. Like hell he's letting Furuya start something like that and leave it unfinished.

He's unhurried as he returns the favor, unsatisfied with the bare minimum in this as in everything else. ]

[staminaroll]

[He wasn't really trying to run away. Satoru just wanted to make sure Masamune felt like he had whatever space he wanted after that. He knows it wasn't meant to be an open door to do whatever he liked, after all. That doesn't mean he's unhappy about Masamune's response either, though. It really couldn't be more welcome.

The touch on his arm draws him in closer, not that there was a lot of room to begin with, but otherwise there's only a low, consistent sense of heat between them. Normally, this comes in spikes, suddenly there and just as suddenly gone, but this feels more like a wave. Part of him is almost more... unsettled by that. Satoru runs hot and cold and he's gotten used to the way Masamune can too, though he can acknowledge the role he plays in that, pushing him into acting. Masamune's the consistent one; it's how Satoru knows when his pushing is working.

Something like this, though, a quiet familiar intimacy with nothing to bother them but the pounding of the rain on the window, this didn't come from pushing. He doesn't want it to stop or even to escalate, not really, but that also means not thinking about any other possibility of what comes next. Instead, Satoru just kisses and kisses, straightening his legs until his ankles are tangled with Masamune's and riding the wave for as long as it's going to roll.]