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Nuzzle nuzzle.
It was so satisfying having a bug that was big enough to snuggle. True, this one lacked any chitin. There weren't any compound eyes or tickly hooked phalanges to brush his skin. Still, he was happy, arms wrapped around his big ol’ bookworm with a warm smile on his face.
Said ‘bookworm' ruffled Sig’s hair, then returned to paging through the workbook wedged in the crook of his arm. “Honestly, Sig, you really should get started on this assignment…”
“Mmnh, it’s break period. Just wanna enjoy it.” The bug lover purred, butting his head into the vested mage's stomach, unapologetically driving the wind out of his companion’s lungs. “Supposed to be homework. C’mon, hug..?”
Gasping, the book slipped from Klug's grasp, tumbling half-open into his lap. “Phh-! S-Sig, I’m trying to-”
Sig's mismatched eyes, half-lidded as they were, shone in the dappled sunlight as he glanced up at his boyfriend. He had full confidence that Klug would give in.
With a long-suffering sigh, the glasses-wearing academic crossed his arms, having none of the cuddlebug’s nonsense. Did Sig really think he’d get his way by just batting his eyelashes? No no, Klug wasn't that much of a pushover. “Fine,” he grumbled, a hint of a smirk on his otherwise glowering face, “but only if you start on your assignment afterward, alright?”
“... Not fair,” Sig’s hair-like plumes twitched as he considered his options before softly whining, “fine, got a deal…”
Grinning triumphantly, the scholar set his book off to the side, allowing himself a short victory chortle as he opened his arms. He never intended to deny his sweetheart in the first place, but if he could nudge Sig into more responsible studying habits… well, all the better.
Having to give up part of his break wasn't great, so the entomophile was determined to make the most of his snuggle break, nudging up the mage's neck and nestling his face in the gap. Exhaling contentedly, there was a rumble in the half-demon's throat as he cuddled. “Hrmmn, Klug, so mean…”
“Tch! Well, pardon me if I care about your scholastic performance,” the mage chuckled, ruffling the fabric of the bug catcher's t-shirt as they hugged, “it’s a cruelty you’ll just have to accept, I’m afraid.”