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Randal and Sebastian are getting ready to sleep.
(Under Luther's orders, obviously. Randal would probably never sleep under his own volition- well, at least he'd try.)
Sebastian finishes buttoning up the somewhat fancy looking pajama top Randal's brother had given him. (With his back turned to Randal, of course, but unfortunately this didn't stop him from viewing him as eye candy.)
He knew the cats were jealous of him, but Luther had yet to go shopping, and most of Randal's clothes were too small for him. Not that he was that much bigger than Randal...
(The shirt that fit him the best still showed a lot of his tummy- it was practically a crop top. The text that said "BARBIE GIRL" on it didn't help much, either... nor did Randal staring him down. The bite mark he'd left near his bellybutton still hadn't fully faded. Sebastian never would've thought he could be so ticklish.)
Randal looks... displeased. And fidgety.
Oh, what is it now, Sebastian resists the urge to roll his eyes at the cryptid.
"That shirt,"
"What about it?
"Take it off."
"...why?" Sebastian wonders if touching will occur tonight. He's not too happy with the idea. (He's still sore from Randal treating him like a goddamn chew toy.)
"I don't want you to wear it until it's been washed."
Sebastian lifts a brow.
"Surprising coming from you, if we look at your hygiene standards. It's clean, though..." He looks at the shirt, as if looking for a stain or something. It's spotless, as expected from Luther.
"No, it's not. Smells like my brother." Randal looks disgusted.
Sebastian is befuddled. He remembers Randal being weird about scents, for some reason. Like an animal. Sebastian's senses weren't as sharp as the cryptid's, of course, so how was he to know..?
"...so?"
"I don't like it," Randal looks quite irritated indeed. "You're supposed to smell like me."
Sebastian looks at Randal as if he had just grown a second head. Randal pouts.
"And what are you, my psycho boyfriend? You weirdo,"
"You are so funny, Sebastian,"
"Oh come on, I just finished buttoning it up, Randal, I'm not taking it off..." Sebastian whines.
"I'll do it myself, then,"
Then Randal's cold hands are all over his body, and that sweet, hot mouth is on his neck...
Randal's weight around his bare torso lulls him to sleep.