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He sighed heavily, staring at the guitar with something akin to despair. Why did you leave me? He felt like asking, though he knew talking to an instrument was less than sound. 

Why are you leaving me?

Suddenly, a couple of hands appeared within his eyesight and removed the guitar off of him. Concerned pale blue eyes gazed at him and Skwisgaar was reminded Toki had been watching him this whole time. Embarrassment and disgust took as he looked away, the realization of his own humiliation sinking in. 

He sort of expected for Toki to walk away, given that Skwisgaar had failed to do anything worthwhile with his musical axe. It would be fair, especially with how Skwisgaar would act when the positions were reversed. It didn’t exactly soothe his pride, but it was fair.

Skwisgaar closed his eyes, waiting for the mattress to creak under him, the sound of faint footsteps getting away before the slam of the door would finish the whole ordeal.

He couldn’t help flinching when he heard the rustling of the bed, already bracing himself for the mental chastising that would come in right when Toki left. It was a surprise then, when, instead of feeling the breeze come in through the door, a hand grabbed his own.

His eyes opened just in time to watch Toki’s thighs gently brush against his, their hands joined by his own design. His first reaction was one of disapproval, as he was not a guy that appreciated physical affection from men, even less in an intimate setting like this. 

Frowning, Skwisgaar backed off, pulling his arm away too. Ignoring the weird thumping in his chest, he glued his eyes to an undefined point on the cold, tiled-floor. Now, Toki would certainly get the message to abandon the premises and Skwisgaar could finally deal with his own demons alone.

Maybe his body language wasn’t sufficiently clear because Toki dragged himself closer, grabbing Skwisgaar’s hand once again. And, when the latter tried to break it off, Toki’s grip only turned stronger, a stubborn expression on his face as he refused to let Skwisgaar go.

“Tok…” The word died in Skwisgaar’s throat, the struggle futile because Toki was much more physically powerful than him. And he knew this, interlocking their fingers together against Skwisgaar’s will. 

It was annoying, to say the least, but Skwisgaar did not have the strength to fight today. Eventually, he gave up, all too fixated on his own state to get spare energy on Toki’s whims. Toki’s palm was warm against his, the tips of his fingers stroking Skwisgaar’s knuckles softly, almost endearingly so. Toki’s arm was warm too, now surrounding Skwisgaar’s waist to bring him closer. And so was his chest, pressing against Skwisgaar’s as their limbs turned into a tangled mess. 

All of Toki was warm, even the blue eyes gazing upon him with tenderness.