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All Type wanted was a nap.
A simple request really, which he eventually did get after practically shoving Techno out of his room. He didn't get much sleep last night (entirely Tharn's fault), and practice had been draining.
So it startles him when he wakes up to Tharn wrapped around him (literally so) and was happily nuzzling against his neck.
God he wasn't even here when he went to sleep!
There's a moment where their eyes meet (pretending to sleep would prove to be futile), and Type audibly sighs when Tharn begins covering his neck with light butterfly kisses.
What a nuisance, Type frowns at the thought with heat gushing to his face. Why did he always have to latch onto him for dear life?
"Can you move?" Type groans, feeling Tharn rest his head on his shoulder. He just wanted to get up, grab dinner and—
Tharn does the exact opposite of what he wants. Tharn decides to tangle their legs together, wrapping an arm around him and Type so he could bring them closer together (if that were even possible at this point).
"There," Type doesn't need to look to know he's wearing a stupid smug smile. "I moved."
"That's not what I meant," Type sighs in disbelief. Actually it wasn't that unbelievable. "Move."
"I'm comfortable though," Tharn actually pouts at him and his hold on him tightens. "You can get up later."
"Tharn," Type groans, still feeling heat on his face the longer they lie there together. Why did he have to make things so difficult? "I'm starving."
Since being frustrated and calling Tharn what wouldn't be considered pet names, he'd have to make do with honesty. Hopefully that would work, right?
"I'll have Techno bring us up something," Tharn hums happily as dread fills him. "That's a win-win, isn't it?"
"Hardly," Type scoffs, voice dry. Why must he suffer so much? Techno already teases him enough as it is. "You're like a damn stubborn koala."
"..Are you calling yourself a tree?" Tharn laughs against his shoulders, though he nearly falls back when Type sharply elbows him in the stomach. He may or may not deserve that. "Okay, okay I'll stop."
"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" First honesty and now to using some basic logic—
"I'll carry you in there," Of course he would. "You know I'd do anything for you, even give you the world if you wanted."
Type softens at this and finally feels himself ease down. As stubborn as Tharn could be his words rang true. He's proved himself again and again, always showering him with praise or gifts.
And the only thing he asks in return is Type's love.
Tharn begins to shift, slowly unwrapping his arms around from his boyfriend. Now this won’t do. Type rolls over and grabs his wrists, looking up at him with furrowed brows and a frown.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Tharn looks momentarily surprised then eases into a fond smile, one that Type always adores. He finds himself smiling too, letting out a small laugh as Tharn presses a small kiss against his forehead.
"Nowhere." Tharn says gently, trading cuddling for soft kisses against his skin. Type can't find it in himself to mind though, not when he finds himself wrapping his arms around Tharn's shoulders and bringing him down closer.
The thing about Type was that he was equally stubborn, but that's one thing they love about each other.