#sporadically

When he wakes next, the early morning sun is filling the room with buoyant light and Cody’s fingers are still lingering in the palm of Randy’s hand, though he has turned to sleep on his side. The position can’t possibly be comfortable, he’s sure Cody’s arm must be numb, yet he can’t help but be instantly aroused, the curves of his body beautifully displayed as he sleeps.

The first thing he imagines doing is sliding the duvet that’s precariously covering Cody’s lower half further down, his fingers twitching at the thought before he leans over him and watches the rise and fall of his steady breathing; he hovers his hand over his right pectoral, looking as tempting as ever, then sets it down lightly and when Cody doesn’t stir, he gives it a soft squeeze.

Cody makes a barely there noise before he shudders and stretches against him, his sleepy murmur instantly making Randy’s dick hard. Moving closer to his warmth, he kisses up his neck and presses his nose into his hair, closing his eyes again as he hears him snore quietly, enjoying the tranquil moments that pass until he calls his name.

“Randy?”

Cody asks for him at the tail end of a yawn, and he feels overwhelmingly grateful that he’s there to answer.

“Yeah, baby...”

He peppers his nape with kisses then grazes his mouth across his ear, watching as Cody’s lips curl into a smile, his eyelashes still resting on his cheeks before he peaks one eye open to look up at him.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty damn good.. how about you?”

“Way better next to you.”

His sleep-ladened voice is so chockful of sincerity it drives Randy wild; still unsure how someone as angelic as Cody can fall for the likes of him. But he knows it’s better not to dwell on it, not when Cody is turning into his arms and burying his face into his chest before blinking up at him, grazing the tip of his sweet little nose against his cheek to coax him for a kiss that reduces him to an unthinking mess.

"okay okay don't get your hopes up but it would be REALLLLLYYYYYY nice if it was–"

TACHIHARA

WHY

WHY NOT SEND ME THE OTHER GINGER PLEASE

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𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣; 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.