leans his chin on hiraku's shoulder and nuzzles into the bandanna covered cheek. spanner hasn't slept in two days and everything feels soft and fuzzy, like a layer of cotton is standing before him and the world, but hiraku feels the same as always. ' can i sleep with you tonight? '
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sharing a bed without sex is strange. it doesn’t happen often enough that hiraku is comfortable with the closeness of another body. not when there’s fabric in between and not the familiar of skin against skin. he’s not even good at this, at casual intimacy. he freezes up when spanner puts himself in his space, against his skin, against the curve of his neck. hiraku can feel the pattern of spanner’s breathing in the rise and fall of his collarbone.
but he’s the one who tried to bring this out. his intention of pulling spanner from his shell had somehow allowed him to slip inside of hiraku’s and get a foothold where hiraku had always, and very intentionally, not allowed others to take footing.
tentatively ------ a hand comes up to stroke through spanner’s hair. he considers the question and pushes his face closer, lingering in the moment. he tries to imagine his personal spaces with this man in them. there’d be no place to run. no outlet ------ but spanner looks tired, near peaceful. it’s not like the bright, frenetic energy of a new idea or half way through a long stretch of staying awake and worrying hiraku even if he won’t admit it. hiraku makes a noise in his throat, pulling spanner closer until he can kiss the top of his mop of hair.
“ yeah. you can stay the night. ”
