His Responsibility
He was delighted when he felt the mattress shift, a little less so when Jack ended up lying a little farther than Tasuku would’ve liked.
“Mm… Not quite.”
A situation Tasuku easily remedied by inching closer, wrapping his arms around Jack’s midriff and pressing his face into his shoulder.
“There. That’s better, don’t you think?”
He looked up at Jack. “Are you okay with this?”
He always had to make sure.
Having nothing to hide when they were already this close, Jack nussled his nose against Tasuku’s fluffy, sky blue curls, his own arms winding around his petite waist loosely. “Yeah... Tasuku’s scent is so.. gentle.” Humming sleepily, Jack was quickly lulled by the feel of Tasuku’s form against his own, losing more and more consciousness with each passing second. “Hmnm... wake m’up... later.. I've gotta cook... hmn..”











