#todoitafushi

Yuuji always runs hot like a stove. It's an immediate balm for Megumi's frigid limbs when he finally joins him under the futon covers, snuggling up into Megumi's arms as if unaware of whom the size difference between them is favouring. Yuuji tucks his head under Megumi's chin and nuzzles in there. His breathing is loud in the quiet room, dancing on his skin. Megumi's hand rakes up the back of Yuuji's neck, fingers brushing through short stubble. They linger, beckoningly, giving away just how awake he is still feeling.

Megumi sighs when wetness blooms at his neck, Yuuji's lips yielding to sensitive skin and fibrous muscle, a strong arm pulling Megumi flush against solid heat. It's hard to think about the early rise that waits for him in the morning when the tender effusiveness of Yuuji's kisses turns urgent. His breathing picks up.

It takes Aoi's benevolent murmur of "Settle down" to rein them both in. "Don't work him up. He has work early tomorrow morning."

Yuuji whines softly in disappointment but obediently settles back into content stillness. The floor protests a little as the huge, warm bulk of Aoi's body shuffles into bed next to them.

"Thought I would find you fast asleep," Aoi comments, pressing up against Megumi's back, a thick arm comfrotably reaching over Megumi's side to find Yuuji's hip.

"Felt cold," Megumi replies. Caged in between two warm bodies, his mind quiets, slowly drifting off into sleep. Distantly, he feels the muscles of Aoi's forearm working against his side. He's undoubtedly fondling Yuuji's backside.